This was originally written as part of a Literotica Challenge thread. It was never intended to be published, but I've kept coming back to it, wondering what would happen if the story continued. So, there's a possibility that this will be the first of a series. Thanks for reading!
She sighed as she looked out over the park in front of her from her seat at a random picnic table. It was supposed to be a happy place, filled with families playing, dogs running, people cooking out and enjoying the beauty that was contained within the lagoon that surrounded it. But she was struggling to see even a tiny bit of the happiness going on around her.
Alex had been coming here for weeks, searching for her happiness, the answer to her loneliness. Since leaving her boyfriend a couple of months ago, life had been difficult for the young teacher. They had been together for nearly four years, and wedding plans were well in the works. She was looking forward to spending the rest of her life as Mrs. Anthony Lawrence. She had already ordered napkins and plates and placemats with the names "Alexandria and Anthony Lawrence" embossed on them. The wedding of her dreams was coming into shape. It was the happiest time of her life.
But apparently Anthony couldn't get his ex-girlfriend out of his mind, and when she caught them having an affair - the first of several dalliances, as it turned out - she had called everything off - the engagement, the wedding planning, and the relationship. Even though she knew it was the right thing to do, she was struggling with the fact that she still loved him, even though she knew he didn't love her in the same way.
They had met right after she had moved to the city to begin teaching in one of the elementary schools. For a small town girl like Alex, the transition to city living had been difficult, but Anthony had eased her into the lifestyle well. She became a part of his circle of friends at first, but quickly they realized they would like to be more than just friends, and a relationship blossomed. They did everything together - including sex, which was always great. She patiently waited for the moment Anthony would ask her to marry him, and when he proposed, she didn't wait for him to ask the whole question before she blurted out "YES!"
Now that was all gone. Since her friends were Anthony's friends before she came into his life, they remained loyal to him, and Alex found she was on the outside. In the two months since calling things off, she had spent her weekends hiding in her apartment - one she hardly ever used before since she spent so much of her time at Anthony's. Now the apartment was a symbol of her loneliness. She hated to be there, but there weren't a lot of other alternatives for her at the time.
Since the weather has started to warm, she had tried the park. That's where she was on that fateful Sunday afternoon. She was so locked into her own misery that she didn't notice the little boy who came up from behind and tugged on the sleeve of her t-shirt. Turning to see him, she realized he must be about three years old, and in his hand he had a little sprig of a wild flower, apparently picked from the grounds of the park.
"Well hello there - what's your name?" Alex asked.
The toddler didn't answer her question, but instead spewed out what must have been rehearsed line - "My daddy says that a beautiful woman should have a beautiful flower, so I picked this for you - it's yours!" He placed the flower in Alex's hand and turned to run off.
Before he could get too far, Alex yelled back at him, "Wait, come back! I didn't get a chance to tell you thank you!" The little boy stopped and turned back around, walking back to the table where Alex sat, now with the flower in her hand. "Thank you so much for my flower. It is beautiful. What is your name?"
The toddler beamed up at her and said, "My name is Wesley Walker Watson, and that's my dad over there. His name is the same as mine!"
Alex turned and saw a tall, handsome man watching from a distance. She smiled - her first one since stepping foot in the park over an hour ago. "Well, Wesley Walker Watson - thank you so much for my beautiful flower. And please tell your dad thank you as well."
Wesley replied, "You're welcome. I'll go get my dad so you can tell him!" And without hearing the beginnings of her protest, Wesley was off again, running to get his dad. When he reached him, his dad picked him up and began walking over to Alex. Her smiled disappeared as nerves set in - she hadn't planned on meeting anybody today, and yet there was nothing she could do about it now.
Wesley and his dad arrived at the table, and Wesley wriggled until his dad put him down. "This is my dad Wesley Walker Watson - same as me! What is your name?"
