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
James.I'd gotten home late after Sasha's testimony, and I had to admit, that woman had a bite to her bark. She'd faced off against a really dangerous family, one who threw money around to get what they wanted on the regular. Everything was against her, and yet she took the risk. Not only would this put a stain on Chad Cartwright, but perhaps their whole twisted family. More importantly, Alessandro would now have more of a chance to live a good life with Becca and me.Becca was a wonderful mother. She put her all into caring for both Alessandro and Dahlia. Two beautiful children that deserved her love and care.I wanted to be there for them too, but so many problems kept on dragging me down, and consequently, her as well. She was growing wary, no doubt. I could tell by the way she looked at me sometimes that she questioned the validity of our relationship. I did my best to show her I was worthy of her time, of the kids, as well. I had my flaws, I
Becca.James could tell me everything would work out all he wanted, but that wouldn't be the case if we had more days like today. I paced in the living room of our home, clenching my fists. Anger billowed from my gut as the scene from the courtroom played in my head over and over. Of course, he had to lose it. He couldn't stay calm under pressure for us, and that meant we were probably going to lose Alessandro. Why couldn't he keep his mind straight under pressure?Once again, his past was coming up, something that followed us like a starving dog scrounging through the garbage behind a busy restaurant. I wrinkled my nose as if I smelled something disgusting. The Cartwrights weren't right for Alessandro. They only wanted him because Chad was stupid enough to shoot himself on that ship through a dangerous game. Alessandro deserved a family that would love him, and I intended on us being just that. Tally had given him to me for a reason. When we got back to our
Becca.The next day, I was well rested. My mind was clear from the argument I had with James followed by the intense sex we'd had to make up. I had a few hours to kill before we'd head back to court, and in that time, I wanted to give Alessandro some attention.I entered the nursery, walking up to the crib and smiling down at him. At the moment, he was asleep, peaceful, and with the hint of a smile. Some of his toys were snuggled in there next to him, and I found my heart fluttering at the sight of a happy baby. Only a minute later, however, his eyes opened and fixed on me. When he smiled, my world lit up. The small child giggled and reached toward me, making grabby hands. "F*ck! F*ck!" he said, causing me to furrow my brow, smirk, and shake my head. I leaned down and took the baby into my arms, pressing my index finger gently against the tip of his nose. He only giggled harder, in quite the cheerful mood. My smile widened. I changed his diaper a