My body feels sore, my eyes feel glued together, I can't seem to remember what happened. I struggle to crack my eyes open, the brightness of the room makes me shut them back. This time I opt for opening them slowly until my vision adjusts to the light in the room.The room is painted white with a blue line running across the centre round the room. My eyes move to my own body and I am clothed in blue gown the sort people in hospitals wear, it is loose and breathable. IV lines are in my arm. My eyes move around the room again and I spot Gregory cradling my baby, our baby. His eyes are shut, he doesn't seem to be asleep though. I try to say something but my throat is parched like a desert. It's better to keep calm till a nurse shows up. Few minutes later the door of the room opens. I do not open my eyes immediately, “Mr Williams, here is the DNA test results you requested”. My heart rate increases, I thank God a heart monitor isn't attached to me right now, if that was the case they wo
This time it is my turn to raise an eyebrow at him, as I do this he steps out of the room with his hands casually in his pocket. He is dressed casually in a blue jean and a plain T.When he is out of the room I proceed to breastfeed my baby. At first she doesn't suckle but some second later she begins to suckle. I feel bad for not being able to feed her for the past two days. My free hand moves to her face and my fingers begin to move mindlessly on it. My eyes are fixed on how she is eagerly feeding. My mind flashes to my mother, I am sure she isn't aware that the baby is here, neither is Rosie. “I'll have to call them and tell them”. l muse to no one in particular. My eyes scan the room again to see if Gregory brought my phone. There's a bag not too far from the bed. He brought some things for the baby.My eyes move to my baby again. She is still doing her business with her eyes closed. After a while she stops. An indication that she has fallen asleep. Her breathing is fast just as
The look on the face of Paul Williams shows he knows something is up; his experienced eyes were quick to deduce the anomalies. His gaze is sharp, piercing me for answers that I cannot give him. I cleared my throat, it seemed something beyond my control got stuck in them. “Erhm.. nothing Dad, everything is just fine”. He narrows his gaze at me, not believing the word I spewed. “You don't have to lie to me Denise, you can tell me what's going on, maybe I can help”. His hands are on my shoulder, in a way that screams you can trust me with whatever is going on. Our voices are whispers because the other person's in the room are not meant to be involved in this discussion.My eyes never leave his. “There's nothing wrong Dad”. My eyes are starting to get misty and my voice is a little high-pitched. A clear indication that I am lying to him. I might be an expert at lying but whenever I lie to this man, I cannot keep it all together. It's like he can see through all the lies. He can see the
Gregory instructed Oliver to take baby Ivy and I home. Quite frankly the atmosphere would have been too tense if he came to pick us himself, the ease is needed. The house feels empty but it isn't. The entire cleaning staff is here to welcome me and the baby. Oliver hands my bag over to them. Nothing really has changed here. It looks as though it has been forever since I was last in this house. “Welcome home Mrs Williams”. Carolina beams at me, bringing me out of my awkward observation of the house I left some days ago. “Thank you Carolina, how's it going? I give her a slight smile. “Fine ma'am. Oh ma'am let me help you carry her”. Her hands are stretched out eager to hold Ivy. I am certain Ivy will never lack love. I hand Ivy over to her and take slow steps into the house and to the elevator.The rest of the staff use the stairs. The walk to my room is longer than I remember. When I reach my room it feels different too. The sheets have been changed, the room has been cleaned, ever
GREGORY'S POV.My eyes are fixed on the pen twirling on my fingers like a mechanical system. To the unobservant eye I am paying rapt attention to whatever is being said, but in actual fact I have no idea what my marketing head has been saying for the last hour. My mind is too cramped to let anything else enter into it. The only thing consuming my mind is the woman in my home, the supposed mother of my child and the strange circumstances surrounding me. The mind that was once able to conceive great ideas and propel this company from millions to billions is jumbled. Could all this be some kind of schizophrenic symptoms?. No! it couldn't be! The doctor said I was fine from my last visit, which was barely two weeks ago. Everything seems out of touch though, things aren't adding up. Even my feelings are a mess! “Sir, sir..”. My head jerks up as I recognise the voice of my marketing head calling me for my attention. My eyes finally meet his scared and confused ones. His round face is pin
DENISE'S POV I have stayed out of the way of Ellie ever since she came to my room. If she takes left then I take right. It still doesn't stop her from taunting me each chance she gets. Whenever Gregory is home she looks for ways to humiliate me and make me feel less of myself. Whatever I face here isn't what scares me but the realisation that each day that passes, my time with my baby is coming to an end. I won't get to see her hazel eyes. I won’t get to feed her, to coo her to sleep, to kiss her when she's in discomfort. It stings me more than I can imagine. So many times Carolina has seen me in a lost state. She often confronts me to find out what is playing on my mind but I lie through my teeth. Feigning happiness whenever I am caught in my gloomy state. Everyday I make her assure me that she'll take care of my baby and love her as much as she can.“Well, well, well if it isn't the pathetic man snatching bitch”. Her hands are crossed as she stands in front of me. You stole my ma
It's been a month, a month since I brought my precious Ivy Gianna into the world. With each day that passes she webs her little self over my heart, I loved her since she was in my womb, to the moment I birthed her. With each day that passes I love her more. I don't know how it happens but it does. From her little cries, to her sleeping face, to how she suckles, I am in love with every single thing about her. It saddens me to know that in less that eleven months from now we would part. Rosie is pissed about the news, she's hell bent on figuring something out to stop this. I appreciate her effort, I do but I have accepted that we can't fight against it. In the beginning I was certain that I wouldn't let him keep me from my child but everyday I realise I can do nothing to stop it. I mean what plan do I have?. At some point, running away with ivy was my plan but where would we go?. My mum’s place is not even an option, Gregory could easily find us. My only other close relative is my aunt
“Greg… I've gotten the information you need”. Isaiah tells me through the phone. If there was one person I could trust to dig out things that would be Isaiah. The reason I haven't asked him to look into the people attacking my business is because things with him work quite differently. It's a whole new level of illegal. “Talk to me”. I mutter quietly. “Diaz…..”. He breathes with a heavy sigh. I just know it's going to be a long talk. “Patrick Diaz born in 1994 to an American mother and a Mexican father, he stayed in the states for most of his childhood. He only left when his father allegedly beat his mother to death in front of him, by then he was ten. His father fled to Mexico with him. He finished high school in Mexico. "Barely finished it by the way”. Isaiah notes. “Started selling drugs for the Sànchez when he was thirteen. Dad was a drunk and a druggie, leaving him to fend for himself. Somehow he grew in ranks from a small drug seller till he eventually hit it big and met one