Matthew Anderson.Months have passed since the last time I spoke with Stephanie and there has not been a day when I have not thought of her. I continually wonder if she is resting, if she needs help, or if ever thinks about me...I sigh, sitting in my office chair, looking out the large window, as the vibrant city that emerges before my view continues living without stopping.I close my eyes and the memories dance in my head. Steph is present in every single one of them. I can see her beautiful smile, hear her intelligent comments. I still remember the smell of her hair or the softness of her skin. There are so many memories that make my heart hurt.A knock on the door brings me out of my memories.“Come in!”I watch as my secretary enters the office with a smile on her face. I frown, annoyed, as I say, “What are you doing here? You know perfectly well that at this hour, no one can enter my office.”Her eyes widen as she says, “I’m very sorry, Mr. Anderson, but these documents require
Matthew Anderson.Taylor searched the entire hotel, trying to find Alice, but to no avail. The woman is extremely agile in her escape, preventing her from being caught.With the little one in my arms, I try to calm him down, rocking him as I have seen many times in other people. I caress his back while I place him with his head on my shoulder. That seems to calm him down.“Mr. Anderson, I couldn’t find her.”“I imagined that. That woman must be used to running away. But it doesn’t matter. Take all the things from this room to the Penthouse.”“Right away Mr. Anderson.”I covered the little one with the blanket he was covered with and headed to the elevator, heading towards the Penthouse.When I get there, I am pleased that all my requirements have been satisfied. I sit on the couch and take out my phone.“Hello?”“Liam, I need you to come to the hotel. I’m in the Penthouse.”“Hum… if you wanted to ask me out on a date, dude, I’m sorry, but you’re not my type.”“Cut the crap, Liam! And
Matthew Anderson.Two weeks have passed since Christian came into my life and has changed it completely. It’s true that Steph always visits my thoughts, but now they are full of memories of him.I have refused to leave the hospital for fear of being kidnapped again. My father called a few days ago, after months of silence, because of the failed wedding.I told him that because of my indiscretion; I was a father. To my surprise, there was no trial. Just understanding and acceptance on his part. I told him everything, and it’s the first time I feel totally supported by him.My mother, on the other hand, wants to meet the little one and wants to campaign to find him a mother. It is still just as invasive. That’s why I avoid communicating with her.Edward ran all the tests and determined that Chris was born premature. He deduces that the little one must have been born at about 32 weeks.Thank God he doesn’t have any deficiency or health problem. It is truly good luck or a miracle.“Mr. An
Vicenzo Toussaint.We have searched every corner of the hospital; we have reviewed every second of recordings from the surrounding cameras, and nothing. Our only clue is the testimony of one nurse who saw a red-haired woman leave the nursery.She did not recognize her as a regular staff member and gave the notice. However, when we received the notice, it was already too late. The woman had vanished.After three weeks of intense searching, we have found nothing. Steph believes the child has probably passed away by now.She just wants to find him so she can give him a proper burial and may his soul rest in peace. However, I do not lose hope of finding him alive. I just hope I can make it happened.The girls have grown excellently and a few days ago they were discharged. The house has become chaos!I've learned to live with five women simultaneously. Three adults and two small ones. They are all equally stubborn.After another week, Amelia and Emily will have to go back to America.Sitti
Stephanie Miller.After I literally attack Enzo's lips in the hallway, I enter the room, smiling. Although I can’t stop thinking about my son, this is a slight break from the immense pain I feel.“Oops! What did you do, queen? You’re… blushing.” A mocking Amelia tells me, with her eyebrow raised.Emily looks at me and says, “Something tells me those lips got some action.” I open my eyes wide; I look at them and I can’t help but bring my hands to my cheeks.They laugh, but it is Amelia who says, “Do not blush, nor be ashamed, queen. You two have been wanting each other for months.”“Amelia is right. The sexual tension between you is palpable. Besides, Steph, you need a little happiness in your life.”“Yes, besides, he is a candy man that you can see at any time of the day.” Amelia says sighing.“Give it a chance and give yourself a chance, Steph. He loves you and adores the girls. Do you know how difficult it is to find a man who will accept a woman with children who are not his?“Emily
Stephanie Toussaint.Five years later.“Remember that you can remove your seat belt once the plane has come to a complete stop.”“Electronic devices such as cell phones, tablets and laptops can be used normally. Welcome to New York City. We hope you had a pleasant flight.”I sigh, looking out the plane window, observing that I have returned to the place where I did not set foot on the ground a little over five years ago, the place where I spent the worst moments of my life.“Mommy! I’m very excited to see this place…” I look at the face of my little Catherine or Cat, as we all call her, with her illuminated gaze. God! She is the spitting image of Matt.“Me too Mommy. I like that it’s winter here. Will we be able to see the snow?” Charlotte or Lottie, as we call her, she tells me. She is like me. If Cat’s hair is brown, then Lottie’s is blonde. But they both have the same thing as their father: his incredible blue eyes.I often think about what my son’s face would have been like. Althou
Stephanie Toussaint.Curiosity invades me when I hear Amelia curse. As I follow her gaze, I meet that pair of incredible blue eyes, which accompanied me for much of my life.We stared at each other for a few seconds. Those were the longest of my life. My heart races, my palms sweat, and my mouth feels dry.When I saw him started walking towards where I am, I get nervous and the only thing I can do is turn around and say, “Ame, take me to where my dad is.”Amelia frowns, but says, “Come with me, queen.”And so, we quickly headed towards the pre-op, leaving Enzo in the waiting room. God! I just hope those two don’t argue or fight.The last time those two exchanged words on the phone, they argued. That was five years ago.Matt has changed nothing. He is still the man with an important presence, who looks millionaire and sophisticated. I sigh at the image of my girl’s father.“Amelia, what is Matt doing here? Who is sick?”“Honestly, I do not know. It’s the first time I’ve seen him in ove
Vicenzo Toussaint.Once we returned to New York with my girls, doubts invaded me. Not for me, but for my family. I have worked so hard to achieve everything I have.It was nearly two years of waiting for Steph to become my wife legally, but that doesn’t mean I’ll always feel insecure about her feelings for Matt.I know Steph loves me... but I also know that, despite everything, Matt is her first love. And one that is difficult to forget. Therefore, she will always have feelings for him.For these five years, we have been living in our little family bubble. We create a routine where we are a great team, being a couple and being parents. I love my girls!Returning to New York means that, even though I want to avoid it, at some point, the girls will have to meet Matt again. I just hope the damn idiot has matured.I sigh at the incipient anxiety that comes with being back in this city.Once we’re at the hospital, I listen carefully to what Amelia tells us and I can clearly see how worried