Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 511

"No, she's not here," Brian lied.

Mark frowned, "But I heard mom's voice,"

"You're just dreaming," Brian said, unconcerned. Lying was like breathing for Brian. Just when Mark was about to peek into the room, Brian picked him up to bring him over back to his room.

"Can I see mommy today?"

"Have you decided on our deal yet?"

"..." Mark went silent.

Molly stuck her head out as soon as she heard the sound of their footsteps vanish. She started to question why she resisted Brian earlier. After all, nothing was more important than Mark to her.

Molly kept crying still. Meanwhile, Brian put Mark to bed, fetching him a glass of milk from the kitchen. Mark was seldom up this late but when he was, all he needed was a glass of milk to fall back into sleep. Mark learned this from Molly.

Mark slowly drank his milk. When he was finished, Brian put the glass aside, wiped his mouth clean, tucked him in, and kissed him goodnight. Then he left.

When Brian was just about to step out of his room, Mark suddenly spoke.

"Papa Brian?"

Brian stopped in his tracks seemingly unable to breathe as if he had forgotten how. He didn't know how it felt like for other fathers to be called dad for the first time but for him, it was like he was in cloud nine.

He felt happiness.

Brian turned around to look at Mark who was now sitting up on his bed, his eyes were sparkling under the light. Yet he was all calm when he answered, "Mhm?"

Mark pressed his lips then looked at Brian hesitantly. Brian waited for him to respond patiently. Until at long last, Mark finally murmured, "Good night."

"Good night." Brian's voice gave him away: he looked nothing like a happy person but his voice said it all.

Brian turned around and stepped outside a changed man. He could no longer feel despair but only happiness. Just as he was about to cross the threshold, Mark added, "Papa Brian, I didn't come to you just because I wanted to see mom,"

Mark said simply. But that was enough to make Brian's heart jump for joy. He watched as Mark fixed himself on the bed. He was elated. At that moment, the four years that they had lost didn't matter anymore. Mark was still his son, by blood and nothing could change that. No one could replace him, not even Spark. Only he was Mark's father and no one else.