~Christopher’s POV~

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but I walked towards the table nonetheless.

“Can you tell me what he’s doing here, mother?”

“He’s your father, Liam, I invited him.” I didn’t know what to say, even after our fight she still managed to make me look good in the eyes of my son. Why does she have to be so perfect? She confuses me even more, more like I’m the one in the wrong. More like she is waiting for me to grow up and accept us, our family. Does she feel the same way about me, or does she think I’m an old bastard who knows...