Chapter 1789 - 307: Are You Sure You Can Handle Him?

Crystal sat down beside Clark. He was clutching his toy gorilla, and tears were streaming down his face. "Why is Mommy so late?" he cried.

"I don't know," Crystal admitted. "Hopefully, she will be here by the time you wake up. Why don't you put on your pajamas? I could read some more stories to you, and we could fall asleep together. Would you like that?"

Clark nodded and said, "Thank you, Aunt Crystal. I love you."

Crystal smiled and kissed him on the forehead. "I love you too."

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Nathan waited for a half-hour before he angrily gave up on Crystal. He took a cold shower to calm his lust, and then he got out of the bathtub. After drying himself with a towel, he went back into the bedroom, only to find Crystal and Clark asleep. The boy was sleeping in the middle of the bed, so there was no room for him to sleep next to Crystal. Something about what he saw, though, sated his anger.

By the way that Crystal had cared for Nancy's son, he could tell that she would make a great mother. He stood over her for a few minutes, and then he tucked in her quilt, kissed her on the forehead, whispered that he loved her, and slipped out of the room.

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The following day, when Clark woke up, he thought that Crystal was his mother. When he tried to roll her over, he saw that he was wrong, and he began to cry. It was not a pleasant way to be woken up, but Crystal felt empathy for the boy, and she embraced him. "There, there," she whispered. "All will be well. You will see."

Crystal noticed that Clark was extra wiggly. "Do you have to pee?" she asked.

Clark nodded.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

Clark jumped out of bed and went into the bathroom. Nathan was already there, so he helped him. And as the boy did his business, he thought - I would never let Crystal help the little lad pee!

Crystal was making the bed, and as she listened to Clark pee, she felt an unexpected warmth in her heart. She thought - If time suddenly stopped, and Clark belonged to Nathan and me, I could be happy...

Before she had a chance to examine that thought properly, Nathan's cell phone rang. It was in his coat pocket, which was hanging over a chair by the window. It was his private phone, so she figured that it was Vic calling to give him an update.

Without overthinking it, she got the phone and checked the Caller ID. That is strange - she thought. She didn't recognize the number, and the phone didn't either. Nevertheless, she accepted the call and brought the phone to her ear.

"Master Davis. I am sorry to bother you." It was a man's voice.

"Nathan is in the bathroom," Crystal explained. "If you have anything urgent, I'll let him know that you called."

"Is this Crystal Smith?" the man asked. 

Crystal's brow furrowed. "This is Crystal. "Who am I speaking with?"

"This is Mrs. Davis's butler," the man replied. "I was actually looking for you, but I didn't have your number."

"Me?" Crystal looked at the bathroom door uneasily.

"Yes. Miss Smith, Mrs. Davis wants to see you."

That's weird - thought Crystal - Why does Nathan's mother want to see me...? After a moment of silence, she asked where Mrs. Davis wanted to meet.

The butler gave Crystal the information, adding, "Could you please keep our conversation confidential?"

"Why?" Crystal wondered.

"Mrs. Davis wants to meet you in private," the butler explained. "She said that it will simplify the meeting."

Crystal said, "All right," and she ended the call without saying goodbye. Then she deleted the call's record from the phone. She was putting it back in Nathan's jacket when, from out of the blue, Clark began to scream.

Crystal barged into the bathroom. She looked at Clark, and then she looked at Nathan. "What the f**k is going on here?" she shouted. Nathan had stripped off the boy's clothes and was trying to force him into the bathtub.

"Did I wake you up?" Nathan asked.

"You did not!" Crystal hissed. "But don't try to change the subject. What are you doing? He just had a bath last night! Are you some kind of pervert? Do you like little boys? Is that it?"

"How dare you!" Nathan's face turned white. "He missed the toilet and piddled on his feet. I thought you were sleeping, so I was trying to clean him up myself!"

Crystal frowned and said, "You could have just given him a couple of baby wipes. This is something he could have handled himself. He is capable of doing more than you give him credit for. And now you have upset him. Just leave, okay. I'll handle this."

Nathan crossed his arms beneath his chest and knitted his brows. "I will not leave," he said. "From now on, the only man that you are allowed to bathe is me! I will not allow you to lay eyes on his little thingy!"

Nathan's words were so ridiculous that Crystal could not help but burst into gales of laughter. "He's just a kid," she said. "How can you be this jealous? Are you mentally ill?"

Nathan's face turned red from embarrassment and anger. "I am not mentally ill!" he roared.

Crystal smirked and said, "I think the lady doth protest too much."

At this point, Nathan would have thrown a fit if not for Clark's intervention. "Uncle Nathan!" he shouted happily. "I want Uncle Nathan to give me a bath!"

The sound of these nine words was like music to Nathan's ears, and they calmed the savage beast within him.

Crystal gave the boy a skeptical look. "You want Uncle Davis to give you a bath...?"

Clark nodded his head excitedly. 

She looked at Nathan. "Are you sure you can handle him?" she asked.

"Sure." Nathan seemed to be full of confidence. "I'd like to show you that I can be a good father."

Crystal shrugged and said, "Fine. I will play the role of a good big sister today, and I will make everyone breakfast."

"Where are you going?" Clark asked. "I want you to give me a hug..."

"I'm going to make breakfast," Crystal replied. "I will hug you later when you are clean. Your Uncle Davis will help clean you up and get dressed. Then you can have your hug, and we will all have breakfast together."

When Clark heard that, he started to cry again.

"Oh, my f*****g God!" Crystal grumbled as she grabbed the baby wipes from the counter. She pulled out two wipes, knelt in front of Clark, and hurriedly cleaned his feet. He had been crying. Now he was wailing, but Crystal paid him no mind. Once he was clean, she looked him in the eye and said, "Now, shut up and quit acting like a cry baby! I do not know what game you're playing, but it stops right now. Do you hear me?"

Clark nodded unhappily. There was a stream of snot running from his nose, and it cascaded over his partially open mouth. 

"Now, I want you to go to your room and get dressed," she continued. "When you are dressed, if you have stopped crying, you can come downstairs for breakfast. Until then, you are to stay in your room. No crybabies at the table!"

Nathan smiled as she watched Crystal in action. The sight of her taking control like this was more arousing than anything he had ever seen before.

Crystal was so angry that she did not even stop to change out of her pajamas after storming out of the room.