"Of course I admit that it's my child. In fact, I insist that it's mine, even though the woman is very insistent that I'm not the father," said Misha, annoyed. He wasn't really upset with the woman, because he could understand what he was like back then and it was an undeniable fact that he was such an asshole. If he was in her shoes, he wouldn't want to see him again either.
"Why doesn't that woman want you to be the father of her child?" asked Apple in a low voice. There must be a very strong reason to make the woman refuse to have a relationship with Misha.
Apple became more and more curious. How shitty Misha had been in the past and what bad things he had done to make the woman refuse to acknowledge Misha as the father of their child?
Well, if there were women who had children of the Tordoff family, they would not cover it up. It was certain that they would come forward even when the baby was still in the womb.
Misha sighed in annoyance. "Because I did something stupid the first time I met her."
As expected… Apple thought to herself, but of course she wasn't going to voice her opinion at a time like this.
Misha then looked into the distance. "My daughter cries when I carry her." And this was what kept haunting him. He was far devastated when he saw his little daughter cry when he was about to approach her, rather than getting rejected by that woman. He felt himself to have become the worst human being in the world.
"Because she doesn't know you," Apple said. "She's definitely not used to you, that's why she's like that, but after she gets to know you and gets used to your presence, she will also warm up to you over time."
Apple tried to cheer him up as best she could. She felt sorry for the little girl because she had an unpleasant childhood too.
"How do I make friends with a child?" Misha scowled. He then looked at Apple with questioning eyes. He really wanted to know.
"You just have to talk to her…" said Apple, she wasn't very experienced with small children either.
"What do I have to say to a three year old little girl?" Misha frowned even more and stared intently at Apple, waiting for an answer from her. "She knows nothing."
"Well, you can ask her what kind of food she likes," Apple suggested to him.
But then, the three of them imagined Misha sitting next to a cute three year old little girl and asking her what kind of food she liked, but then they could imagine what would happen next, that little girl would cry unceremoniously.
"What kind of question is that?" Misha frowned. "Isn't there a more plausible question?"
"What goes through your mind when you talk to a three year old little girl?" Apple became curious about this. "Perhaps you can think of something more appealing to her?"
Misha thought about it for a moment. "A question that catches the attention of a three-year-old child?" Misha mumbled to himself. He frowned, thinking hard. Was there any question that would interest a three year old little girl? "What are your future plans?"
Apple and Jayden's jaw dropped when they heard this…
Yikes! What? What are your future plans?
Who would ask a three year old that question? How interesting was Jayden's cousin...
"Dude… her future plans must be how to get as many chocolates and sweets as possible and eat them without her mother finding out," Jayden said in an almost desperate voice. How could Misha think of such a question to ask a three year old?
"Hmm? I can arrange that to happen…" Misha mumbled. He really took Jayden's words seriously and really thought about it.
However, Jayden then hit Misha on the back of the head lightly, trying to wake his cousin up because that wasn't the main point of his words. Maybe Misha drank too much? Was he still drunk now?
"That's not what I just meant," said Jayden with a sigh because Misha really lost it. "You want to make your child sick by eating too much chocolate and candy? After all, what is the question again? Who would be thinking about their future when they were just three years old?" Jayden asked in a tired tone of voice.
"I think, I thought of my future plan when I was at that age," Misha muttered thoughtfully.
"Not all kids are as weird as you, my cousin," said Jayden, who then ate the portion of calamari on his lap.
"So, what's this little girl's name?" asked Apple after silence fell over them again. And she could see Misha's eyes lit up a little when she asked that. There was even a slight smile on the corners of his lips when he said the name of the little girl.
"Her name is Mikaela," he answered softly. A hint of pride and affection, that you could very rarely see on his otherwise cold face was clearly evident in his voice, when he mentioned that name. "She has curly hair and brown eyes and when she cries her nose and cheeks turn red. She is quiet, but she always pays attention to her surroundings."
Jayden glanced at his cousin and felt he couldn't recognize who was speaking softly like that, but Jayden was happy that his cousin had turned into this due to having an unexpected child. Who knows? Maybe he will be like that too when he becomes a father.
Without her noticing, he looked down at Apple's flat stomach and her generous portion. "Have you had dinner?" he asked. "You finished two servings of calamari alone."
"I had my dinner," Apple said casually as she took the remaining portion of Jayden's calamari. "Besides, I didn't eat two servings. I fed you both, remember?" Apple defended herself, but this only made Jayden frown, staring at her intently.
"Well, two servings now," he said when Apple took his share.
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