Stop Staring

    Thomas's pupils dilated and he looked like himself. I was at the verge of asking him if he was okay but I never got the Chance.

I was silently observing him trying to understand what was going on with him.

   He shook his head and turned away.

  "Stop staring"

I nodded and tried to relax. I should not be shaken because of him. He is someone who is not normal like every other guy.

  "So tell me, were you born with this gift or something happened that made you have it?"

  I asked him. He stopped working and I thought of using that time to get to know him more. I want to know more about his gift.

   "I was born with it, I guess but I did not realize it until I turned 17 and ever since then I can't help myself. Girlie, there is more to me that I don't wish you to know. I have seen your heart and I know you so I am trusting you with my secret" 

   He said and took the mug where he kept it and handed it to me.

"Drink up to lessen the pain for you"

He added and picked his phone back and positioned his laptop before him and began tying.

   I love his working mode, he looks so serious and cuter. 

  "Jenny, behave"

   I cautioned myself and took a sip from the lemon tea. It has cooled down a bit. The tea was soothing and it almost felt like this was what I have been searching for so long.

  "What are you working on?"

I could not help but to ask him.

He lifted his stare and fixed it on my face.

"I am a website developer"

He replied after a long period of looking at me.

   "Wow! I'm really meeting interesting people. You're a web developer and you are a writer too, maybe one of these days I'll go through your books and see what I can find"

   "I don't know about my books. People say that they great but I feel there are not so great like they are being painted" 

    He responded with his eyes now on his laptop. I wondered how he was able to have his intention on me and still have it on the laptop. Multitasking is never my thing and when I see someone who multitasks I give him or her an accolade. 

   "It's fine, you know. It's people that can tell you how great you are. When I started drawing, my friends always marveled at my sketches and my paintings but I never felt it was great until a great artist met me one day and was like 'girl, you've got a talent, keep it up and never give up on it. You are doing so well for yourself' and that day I began to believe I was really doing great like people said."

   "You right maybe I will begin thinking like you" 

He said and continued typing. I smiled and drained the last drop of the tea and went in search of their kitchen to dispose of the mug.

 Zain's point of view….

   I managed to find Susan's ward with the help of a nurse on my way out of the Dr's office. I hadn't asked Dr Emmanuel about her ward and I was about turning back to go ask him when I saw a nurse, I decided to ask her instead.

   I pulled the handle and stepped inside the ward. Owen was facing the window when I entered and turned to face me when he noticed my presence.

  Susan was fast asleep on the bed and the baby's cot was beside her with the baby inside. 

   The ward given to her was a VIP which I had requested before leaving the Hospital the first time.

  I moved over to the baby's cot after dropping the bag I came with and smiled down at her.

   I pulled the shawl covering her face partially and I melted at the little soul I saw. She is so beautiful and I don't even know what to describe her with. She had gotten her mom's skin.

  She stirred and sighed softly. I kissed her head and strengthened myself.

  "Welcome sweetie. I am sorry I am being this way but I can't help it"

   I murmured to myself. I didn't know how I was supposed to feel, I am sure I was supposed to feel excited as a new dad but I was far from that and worst still I felt no connection with the baby.

  I just hope I am not extending my hate to her.