Becca.Life at home was strangely, and blessedly, normal. While James took frustrating call after frustrating call, Alessandro and Dahlia were completely oblivious to the danger around them. They played with Layla, James, and me, ate, slept, and had not a care in the world.Antoinette even came over from time to time for coffee, and we'd talk openly about what was going on in our lives. It was refreshing to have someone "normal" to talk to about such things.Two days from the trial, James was looking increasingly harried, but the kids were still happy as could be. Alessandro was sucking down an applesauce pouch and Dahlia was making a mess of some puréed peaches.When the doorbell rang, I assumed it was Antoinette. I put Alessandro on my hip and went to the door.I stumbled back when I saw who it was. "Allegra!"Allegra looked worn down. She had a pack over one shoulder and a sad loneliness in her eyes. "Is she here?" Allegra asked.I blinked several times, then called ba
Becca."F*ck," Alessandro said over breakfast while munching apple slices in his highchair.I kept bottle-feeding Dahlia, mentally counting backwards from twenty and trying not to panic over Alessandro's new obsession. I wished my father was there to help. He'd know how to take care of the swearing.James came into the nursery, then. Alessandro's face lit up and he held out chubby little arms. "F*ck!" he insisted."I think he wants you to pick him up," I muttered."Of course that's what it means," James sighed. He lifted the sticky little boy into his arms and looked around. "Where's Layla?""Allegra invited her to stay at a hotel last night. I know she said she won't leave us until after the trial, but if Allegra has to leave, and Layla wants to go with her…" I said.James groaned and went to the Pack 'n Play to get wet wipes. He started cleaning Alessandro off."F*ck," Alessandro grumped with a pout when James went to clean his face."I think he doesn't want you wip
Becca.I wore a gray pencil skirt and a black blouse, sitting next to James and Ms. Loveless while the judge took the bench. The Cartwright side of the courtroom was made up of a troop of lawyers. I wondered why Ms. Loveless hadn't brought every employee in her office as well. It certainly was intimidating—looking at the other side."All rise for Judge Hopper," the bailiff intoned.Everyone rose, including Layla, who was sitting behind us with the two kids."Please be seated," Judge Hopper said, taking his seat. He wore the black judge's robes, of course, which made me think of depictions of Death.I swallowed, feeling the blood drain from my face. James took my hand."Now, I understand this is a custody hearing," Judge Hopper mumbled. He was a bit elderly, and if not hard of hearing, at least hard to hear."Yes, your honor," Chad's lawyer said, rising in his chair. "We would like to remove Alessandro Valentino from Rebecca Woods's custody and place him with his father an
Becca.James had to take a call as soon as we got back to the house. He said he would be a while, so I decided to take the kids to the park.Layla came with me, pushing the double-stroller with Dahlia in it while I carried Alessandro. I was honestly afraid to put him down, afraid he might be snatched away.I saw Antoinette sitting on the bench again, watching her little girl. I walked over, Layla and the stroller in my wake.Antoinette stood suddenly and looked around. She put her hands on my shoulders. "Becca, you can't be here. They've gone all Stepford Wives—""Well, well, well. If it isn't Rebecca Woods," a new voice sneered.I turned around, noting that Layla had been pushed aside with the stroller and that I was now staring at five blonde, perfectly manicured women who looked as though they had just come from a tennis club."Yes?" I said, while Antoinette fell silent."I hear they're planning to take that little one away from you," the ringleader at the front said
James.I slept nestled into my favorite places—my face nestled in Becca's neck, my hand nestled around one of her breasts, my c*ck nestled between her legs. It was bliss, and it was a necessary reprieve from the Alessandro debacle. I couldn't imagine losing that little boy any more than Becca could. If it came down to it, and it looked as though it would, I was going to talk with Tony about kidnapping. It was an insane move, but this was an insane situation.Speaking of Tony, my cell phone rang on the bedside table. It was Tony's ring, and one of the very few that could bypass the silent mode.Becca stirred, but I kissed the back of her neck as I gently pulled out of her and smoothed the hair away from her cheek. "I'll be right back, baby," I murmured, then went to grab my phone while covering Becca with the blankets."Yes?" I asked in a clipped tone, walking out onto the balcony stark naked and closing the door behind me."We have a problem," Tony said without preamble.
Becca.The trial resumed too soon. It was all I could do not to reach behind me and pluck Alessandro from Layla so I could hold him in my lap. I was terrified this was one of the few opportunities I'd ever have to hold him again."Bruce, good to see you today," Judge Hopper said to Chad's lawyer as soon as he took the bench.Kensington's smile was oily. "Judge, has it really been a whole weekend?""It has! Though do tell your mother her roast is delicious," Judge Hopper grinned."Of course I will, your honor," Kensington smiled back.Ms. Loveless looked about ready to spit tacks."Anyway, getting back to the matter at hand," Judge Hopper said, clearing his throat, "I hear Mr. Chad Cartwright wanted to testify on his own behalf?""He does, your honor," Kensington replied.Judge Hopper made a summoning motion. "Well, bring him in, then."I turned my head as the courtroom doors opened, and for the first time in over a year, I saw Chad Cartwright—the cowardly, abusiv
Becca.I couldn't believe we had a witness. Someone who also knew and was willing to talk about the REAL Chad, the one that had to be exposed if we wanted to win this. I just prayed James hadn't gone too far in procuring her. This process was battering me mentally, but I had to keep my head clear. Alessandro's life as a happy child and successful person was on the line, after all. I kept telling myself as I stood there, the stress weighing me down. Chad kept giving us incredibly dirty looks, something likely meant to be offputting but came across more as aggressive and childish. I kept my expression neutral, my eyes narrowed slightly as I fixed my gaze forward.The proceedings carried on as usual, with the typical back-and-forth. Then, a woman was called on to testify. Chad's eyes flashed with recognition, and a scowl crossed his face. I saw his jaw clench as he looked upon the woman. She was practically shaking, her eyes darting around the room. I wat
Becca.Following the very stressful session in court, I found myself on my back porch, wine in hand, thoughts whirling a mile a minute. My eyes were partially narrowed as I went through everything Sasha had said at court. The jury had expressed a lot of disgust, learning about how Chad really was. Kennsington, a sexist attorney who no doubt represented the general views of the Cartwrights in seeing women as lesser, especially those with her career path, had shown his true colors as well. Not that he hadn't before. Problem was, Judge Hopper paid him favoritism.This entire system was corrupt and disgusting, but I was going to fight it for the sake of Alessandro. I couldn't get it out of my head that the child was going to be doomed to a horrible life if he fell into the hands of Chad. I believed Sasha wholeheartedly. Chad was an evil person, as was the rest of his family. Hopefully, the jury would actually see the obvious as well. At times, they seemed certai