#Chapter70
Who’s Xandry?
BLAINE
Ben started munching the protein chocolate bar after I’d done buckling him at the back seat, then I started the ignition of my car. I pulled out from the driveway of our two-story small country house— my parents’ gift on my twenty-second birthday last month.
I gave birth to Ben when I was only seventeen and his father was not in the picture anymore. Ignoring people calling me a bitch was difficult on my part, but I stood up for my own decision the moment I confirmed I was pregnant.
I was so overwhelmed with joy and for being a newly single mom it made me burst into tears. It was the best feeling in the world when I first cuddled my son after eighteen hours of labor.
/"Why do we stay at Nana and Dada, Mommy?/" Ben gabbled.
I looked at him through the rearview mirror. /"What I said about talking when your mouth is full, Ben?/"
/"Mommy./"
/"Yes, baby?/"
/"I’m already a big guy./"
