My parents were still out, leaving and Norah to fend for ourselves. With just two adults, keeping tabs on three kids was proving to be quite the challenge.
Thankfully, the babies were usually well-behaved, though they had their monts of fussiness that were difficult to soothe.
After Luna returned to her ho in the city, she reached out to once, video calling to see her kid, Yara. She then made promise not to let Mitch know that Yara was with , and absolutely not to let him take her.
"Alright, don’t worry," I assured her, nodding my head.
With that, Luna ended the call, seemingly relieved.
But I hadn’t expected Mitch to co looking for so soon.
Just three days after Luna left, he showed up at my doorstep. The mont I saw him, I blocked the entrance, refusing to let him in.
"Where is my kid?" Mitch looked like he hadn’t slept in days; his eyes were bloodshot and dark circles painted his under eyes.
"Luna took her," I replied, keeping my expression as neutral as possible. "So you care about your kid now? Aren’t you responsible for all of this?"
"Enough with the nonsense, I just want my kid!" Mitch snapped, his patience clearly wearing thin. "I know she didn’t take Yara with her. She went to my parents’ house, caused a scene, and my parents haven’t seen Yara!"
He tried to barge in but I held my ground. Fortunately, he didn’t dare to force his way in.
Instead, he grabbed my arm, "Eliana, I know you’re close to her, but this is my family matter. Don’t overstep!"
"This certainly is your family matter, but this here is my house and you’re trespassing!" I warned, "If you keep this up, I’m calling the police!"
"Go ahead, call the police. I just want to find my child!" Mitch was so preoccupied with finding his child that he didn’t seem to care about anything else. His grip on my hand tightened, causing pain.
Just monts ago, I had asked Norah to take Yara out for a walk. Yara had been crying all day, so I decided to stay ho with Serena and Brandon.
I was only trying to stall Mitch to buy so ti.
Just as Mitch’s grip tightened, I stumbled back, allowing him access into the house.
He wasted no ti and stord into the living room to search for his kid. I quickly sent a ssage to Norah, asking her to stay away for a while longer,
In the living room were only Serena and Brandon. Mitch searched every room in the house and when he couldn’t find Yara, he stood in the doorway looking utterly defeated.
Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly focused on sothing: a pair of baby shoes on the shoe rack by the door. They were Yara’s; she had wet her shoes earlier and we had swapped them with a pair of Serena’s while these were washed and left to dry.
Mitch’s eyes lit up, "These are Yara’s shoes! Eliana, where have you hidden my child?!"
He picked up the shoes and glared at .
My heart began to race; I had overlooked the shoes and now I was at a loss for words.
Before I could co up with an explanation, I felt a presence behind . Turning around, I was t with Damon.
His face was stern as he looked at Mitch, "Mitch, what are you up to?"
"Damon, this is none of your business. Eliana has hidden my child and I must take her back!" Mitch was more restrained in front of Damon, even in his agitated
state.
Damon glanced at . I must have looked bewildered and panicked, since Luna had entrusted with her child and asked not to let Mitch take her. If I failed, I didn’t know how I could face her. Moreover, I had two kids of my own. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to protect all of them.
Damon’s appearance was a godsend; at least he could keep Mitch in check.
"Did you find your child?" Damon asked coldly.
"No, but I found Yara’s shoes!" Mitch showed Damon the shoes, hoping that he would take his side.
Damon looked at the shoes, then asked , "Are these your child’s shoes or his?"
"They’re Serena’s. When Luna bought a pair for Yara, she also bought a pair for Serena." I quickly replied.
"Did you hear that?" Damon chose to side with . I was stunned, unsure of what he was up to.
Mitch was his good friend, and now I was with Jones. He had Catherine and Leo. Why was he helping ?
Mitch was equally flabbergasted. He couldn’t believe that Damon was siding with , "Damon, I know you still have feelings for Eliana, but this is about my child. Why are you helping her? I’m desperate to find my child!"
"The whole problem started when you treated Ariana differently. Didn’t you ever reflect on that?" Damon frowned. He had always been aloof and distant towards others, but he was never like this with his friends and family.
Mitch scoffed in disbelief, "Even you don’t believe ? Damon, are you doing this to win Eliana over? She’s with Jones now, and they have two kids. Why bother?"
Seeing Damon’s face darken at the ntion of this, I felt uncomfortable. The last thing I wanted was for Damon to still harbor feelings for . "You’re overthinking this; I just don’t want you making a scene here." Damon dismissed Mitch’s accusation.
"Fine, let’s say I’m overthinking. But don’t get in my way now.". Mitch sat down in the yard, "Isn’t there another nanny here? Did she take Yara out? I don’t believe she won’t co back!"
Seeing Mitch’s obstinacy, I felt a headache coming on. Norah couldn’t possibly stay out all night. If Mitch continued to wait, he would definitely see her return with Yara.
I reached for my phone, "Alright, I’m calling the cops then."
"No need for that. I’ll take him away." Damon caught my wrist, his palm was warm, his fingers were light, yet still managed to bind my movents.
A jolt ran through , and I instantly pulled my hand away from Damon’s.
Damon’s palm squeezed the air where my hand used to be, then dropped back to his side.
"There’s no need to escalate this," Damon’s gaze lowered slightly, shielding his eyes from . All I heard was his advice to Mitch, "If you want your kid back, focus on making ands with your wife."
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