Mommy, Where is Daddy?

"Good! Ngk! Drill me more!" Danica, Enzo's current fling, shrieked in outmost satisfaction; her eyes flashed white while receiving too much pleasure from their mindblowing sex.

Danica was dissatisfied with their current position, so the they shifted their position, riding Enzo from the top. "Not so fast, Honey; let me eat you—Ugh!" Danica yelled as her toes curled and she clung to Enzo, who was moving below. Their lips came together, twisting their tongues and exchanging scorching kisses.

The whole room was filled with a woman's whimper of satisfaction, Danica's eyes welling up with tears as Enzo did her from behind, his hands penetrating every inch of Danica's mouth. Danica, on the other hand, convulsed from the intense trance.

"II'm coming! Nghk!" Danica shouted. However, Enzo's lips twisted into a mischievous grin as he pulled out his steel, making the woman frown.

"You love Lollipop Danica. Have a taste, Babe." Danica flashed an insane emotion mixed up with her obsession with Enzo's cock. Who wouldn't? Enzo Robinson is a hotshot that every woman would want to commit a heinous crime to lure a man like him. He is a womanizer, so what? He can give pleasure and drills her like a piston that brings her to seventh heaven.

"Come on, give me the—"Danica almost choked as her eyes were misted in tears and

satisfaction. She could feel Enzo's penis deep in her throat as he moved and fucked her mouth.

"Damn…you are good at this. No wonder you manage my size." Enzo grabbed Danica's hair and shoved his steel deeper, making the woman whimper even more. A woman willing to spread her legs for him is something, however, too bad for Danica because she was just one of his dumpsters where his pleasure could be released.

"Hrrk!" Danica gagged as Enzo groaned in pleasure, digging her to the core of her throat. He released his juices inside her mouth. His mouth jerked into a grin when Danica opened her mouth, making Enzo see his cum inside her mouth. Danica swallowed it. She grinned at him and even stuck her tongue.

Enzo carried Danica to their bed because he couldn't deny but notice how beastly he was between the sheets. The last woman he lured had difficulty walking for weeks, and now, Danica's legs were shaking.

While Enzo had a cold shower, he ran his fingers through his hair as he heaved a sigh.

"Women are nothing but a dangerous pest." He muttered and cracked his eyes off, feeling the chilling ambiance. He met Danica inside the bar where he and his friends used to hang out. The woman was feisty, and as he made eye contact with her, she immediately made her way to clung to his waist and gave sensual kisses, which is why they ended up playing fire.

As soon as Enzo finished taking a bath, he called the hotel staff to buy him a new set of clothes. He was drying his hair when the doorbell rang, indicating that his clothes had arrived. Enzo strode in front of the door as he twisted the doorknob suavely, revealing a woman who was handing him a bag of Versace branded clothes.

"Thank you," He uttered defiantly.

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Robinson." The woman said as she stared at him, intending to flirt around. Enzo couldn't help but feel disgusted as he just gave her a sly smile before shutting the door.

As soon as he clothed himself, he took a note from his pocket and wrote a note for Danica.

"Thank you for the steamy night. Goodbye."

Enzo peeked at the sleeping lady for the last time before leaving and reaching the underground. His Aston Martin was already parked nearby, playing with his car key; Enzo couldn't help but feel bored day by day.

Luring women was his habit. Enzo will find his target, draw her over and have sex with her. And the other day, He will leave a note considering their performance and dumped her like trash. However, he grew sick of it. The pleasure was the only one that mattered to him.

Women are vicious, perilous, and masked by deception and lies. They lured men to fool and get what they desired, and then they would dump them once they got what they wanted. He wasn't a believer in love. Love is nothing but can make a person fool, with scars and pain.

He and his sibling were born to a fugitive mother; how can a mother take the sight of forsaking her child at such a young age? There was no indication of love leaving a child behind. Enzo witnessed how his father died from depression when his mother abandoned them without a sign of affection, and he vowed he would never take love seriously.

Meanwhile, As soon as Abigaile heard the landing announcement that their flight from Chicago had already landed. She heaved a sigh and took a glimpse outside the window. When it was her turn to set foot outside while holding her luggage, Abigaile closed her eyes as she felt the cold wind that lingered in her face outside the airport.

"It has been a while, huh..." Abigaile murmured.

While walking, Abigaile couldn't help but reminisce about events she had experienced. It has been six years since she left Los Angeles. She was young and naïve then, easy to manipulate, and even her heart was easy to fool. Six years have elapsed ever since that terrible day happened. She was sent off after her parents found out that she was pregnant with someone's child at the age of 15 and degraded her as a disgrace to their family.

A bittersweet beam crept on her lips upon remembering the words that her parents rained her that day. She was searching for warmth and comfort, but they just gave her the cold shoulder and disappointed stares.

"…mo."

"M…my"

"Mommy!" Abigaile's thoughts were disrupted upon hearing the voice she had longed to hear. It was her son, Tristan. Delight was evident in her son's pair of eyes as she turned her back to meet him.

Tristan was standing beside Nico, who waved at Abigaile. Abigaile didn't let any seconds pass and crossed the distance between them. She caged her son into a warm and motherly embrace; Tristan whispered how the child missed his mother badly.

"Welcome home, beautiful." Nico greeted her as he pulled Abigaile for an embrace and kissed her forehead. "Yeah, I'm back, handsome," Abigaile replied with joy in her tone.

The two clasped their hand together whereas, Abigaile's other hand was held by her

son. She couldn't help but feel at home upon seeing her two precious boys. Abigaile couldn't withstand too much happiness in her heart right now. She was glad that Nico came into their lives and offered her the joy she couldn't believe would be impossible.

Nico was her childhood friend who studied in Chicago back then. Since Abigaile didn't have any friends to lean on, Nico approached her, and the two grew an inseparable bond; they became closer. She was clueless back then that Nico had been holding his feelings for her, He was there during Abigaile's painful battle, and as soon as Nico tried to court her, all his efforts had paid off. Abigaile accepted his love, and they have been a couple for three years.

When they reached the car parked near the Airport, Nico carried Tristan while the child was dozing. Nico gestured for Abigaile to get inside the car, and no need to worry about her child. Nico opened the backseat and placed the sleepy child carefully; Nico evenhanded Tristan's favorite toy before closing the door and sitting on the driver's seat.

Abigaile smiled when she felt Nico's right hand intertwined with hers while his left hand was placed on the steering wheel. "As sweet as ever." Abigaile couldn't help but feel her cheeks burning when Nico kissed the back of her palm before starting the engine and driving through their home.

"Thank you for being Tristan's father for the past years, and uuh, thank you for

loving me, Nico…." Abigail whispered lovingly as she leaned on his shoulder.

Nico chuckled suavely, "You've just gone out for six years, and I didn't know that

you would become more expressive about your feelings." Nico teased, making Abigaile frown.

She was about to distance herself, but Nico prevented her from moving, "I'm glad that you have become mature and more open. That's a good development, and I'm proud of you." Nico added and then gazed at her with a playful expression.

"Did you fall for me again?"

"Ugh! Just stick your side on the road and stop teasing me, will you?" Nico's laughter coated their entire car. Abigaile peeked in the rearview mirror and saw Tristan sleeping in the back.

This contentment, she wished that this would remain forever.

"Are you sure that you are free today? Wouldn't it be a burden for you to care for Tristan while I'm gone? I can decline Tia and the girl's request if you are busy…." Abigaile remarked.

When they arrived at their condominium, Nico picked the same unit where he could approach the two and have time with them. Tiana, one of Abigaile's friends, texted her.

They threw a gettogether party for her, so she told Nico about it.

Nico agreed and told her that he wanted her to unwind, and he would take care of Tristan while she was gone and told her to have a good time with her friends.

"Of course, come here," Nico snaked his arms around Abigaile's waist and trapped her in his arms. "Don't worry about Tristan. I will take care of him."

"Yes, Mommy! Tristan will behave so that Daddy Nico wouldn't be distracted from his

work." Tristan appeared on the scene with his usual alive vibes.

"Alright, I'll come back as soon as possible, okay? You, Mister, don't overwork yourself, okay?" Abigaile darted on Nico, who was staring at her lovingly.

"If that's the Commander wishes, I promise," Nico answered as he withdrew his

handson Abigaile.

Abigaile gave Nico a Peck on his lips, "I love you."

"I love you, too," Abigaile responded as if she were a teen who had been in love

with her crush for a long time.

"Come on, have a good time with your friends." Nico even called a taxi for Abigaile. Before she departed, the two waved their hands at her.

Abigaile wore a carbon black cami for the top, pairing it with a dark wash, skinny denim

jeans, and black pointed heels. Nico handed her a black coat because it was a bar, and she was lucky to have a caring man like Nico.

When she arrived at the bar, Tiana texted her. As soon as she stepped her foot inside, raucous music flared up in the air. The mood was full of energy.

"The star for tonight is here!" Abigaile's attention was suddenly caught by the voice of Tiana and the other girls. They surrounded her and enveloped her with a warm and suffocating laugh.

"We missed you bitch! It has been a while, and look at you; you are damn dropdead

gorgeous!" Tiana exclaimed while pulling her to sit in their place.

Meanwhile, Enzo with his friends was on the other side of the bar. His friends had already got their target seating in their laps. Enzo had been roaming around to find his next woman to lure.

"Still, wasn't in the mood to lure your woman?" Liam asked as he handed him a glass of whisky.

"Who says?" he responded as he took a shot.

He was about to add something to tease Liam not until his eyes darted on the very familiar woman that he wouldn't forget. "Abigaile Lewis? What is she doing here?"

While playing with the new shot of whisky in his hands, Enzo couldn't have but be

enchanted with the woman, his eyes were fixated on Abigaile, who was still beautiful as before, but the thing that changed in her was her curves, and she became more mature.

"Oh, wasn't that Lewis? One of your fuck buddies?" Liam asked, who seemed intoxicated while caressing the woman on his lap.

"Exgirlfriend." Enzo clarified. His hazel almond eyes were fixed, fixated on Abigaile's face,

which was as enticing as ever. She bloomed even more. Her smile shone brighter than the disco lights.

Enzo appeared stuck; he didn't move and only observed Abigaile's every move. He cleared his throat and placed the glass of whisky on the roundtable when he saw the woman standing up. Abigaile was laughing while signaling Tiana, one of their schoolmates, that she was going somewhere.

"Perhaps, she'll go to the restroom. Women love to pamper themselves in front of the mirror." Enzo murmured that didn't escape Liam's ears.

"Were you saying something, brute?" Liam asked with a devilish grin.

Enzo shook his head and stood up. "Nothing, I'll smoke." He said and left their place without answering the other woman volunteering to accompany him.

Enzo was right. He saw Abigaile go inside the bathroom, and when she was done, He

acted as if he had come behind the wall and bumped into her with the intent to see

her reaction.

"I apologize. I didn't mean to bump into y—"Abigaile ran out of words when she glanced at the man whom she bumped into, and Abigaile was astounded upon seeing the face of the man that she will never forget.

Her eyes widened. Enzo loved what he saw; his lips crept into a smile, and he wanted to see more of Abigaile's reaction. "Long time no see, Abi." He said and smirked.

Abigaile didn't know what to do at the moment; she could feel her heart beating fast. It made her feel faint and breathless, brought by their fatal encounter.

Tapping his fingers on the dashboard, Enzo maneuvered the car as the guards of his Villa opened the gate. He honked twice as a sign of acknowledgment and immediately drove inside. With heavy footsteps, he placed his right hand inside his pocket and stormed inside his house.

There weren't any maids around because it was already 3 am; as soon as he reached his chamber, he didn't let any seconds elapse and barged inside his bathroom to clean himself properly. When Enzo finally changed his clothes, he threw himself into his Kingsized bed and let out a frustrated breath.

"After six years, our paths crossed once again. You didn't even ask me how I for those am years you have gone. Hah…Abi, why so heartless?" Enzo murmured upon reminiscing what had happened a while ago.

Abigaile seemed stunned after seeing his face. The woman seemed horrified to the point that she just told him that he had matters to attend to and needed to go. He wasn't expecting her to act aloof after seeing him as if there was a wall that Abigaile had built, and Enzo would have a hard time breaking it.

Enzo just wanted to ask her how she was doing, but instead of giving him an answer, his exgirlfriend gave him a stern gaze and cold shoulder. He was persistent in talking with her, but Abigaile returned to their table and bid farewell to Tiana and others. She just left like that.

"She used to be submissive; she followed me around like an adorable kitten wagging her tale for her master," Enzo uttered as he placed his hands behind his head.

"Abigaile changed." A sudden deep frown creased the man's forehead.

Enzo couldn't help but dwell on the memories of the past. He couldn't help but reminisce about his moments with Abigaile back then.

— Flashback —

Abigaile Lewis was every man's fantasy on their campus, a woman with everything and the embodiment of beauty, exquisite body, and wit. However, every man who tried to lure her failed. Some courted her, but their attempts were futile because the woman rejected them.

Abigaile was focused on her studies and aspired to be a lawyer who runs in their family's blood. Abigaile's parents were amateur and wellknown for being the best lawyers in the city. There wasn't any single case that they didn't win, they brought justice to the people who were deprived of their rights, and Abigaile's priority is to like them someday.

"Brute, trust me, that woman is too hard to have. She wasn't like the other women you

can tame instantly." Liam snickered to Enzo while they were eating in the cafeteria. Abigaile's table was near the window; as usual, it was all about laws and political theories.

"Come on, Liam, no woman could resist our Enzo!" One of their companions teased.

Enzo placed his hand on the table and eloped it to his chin as he peeked in Abigaile's direction. "You bet I'll have that woman by hook or crook."

Enzo kept on bugging Abigaile's study routine as the days went by. He followed Abigaile whenever she went, making every woman on the campus throw darts of hatred at her.

"Mr. Robinson, did you lose all your grip on your women, and you are pestering me? Get out of my way and scram." Abigaile exclaimed in annoyance, made Enzo's friends in awe, and after the woman turned her back and left, Enzo was rained with his friends' jeers and teases.

"That was mindblowing. A woman dumped Enzo Robinson!" Liam snickered while handing Enzo a bottle of Gatorade. Enzo took it and opened the drink immediately as he couldn't keep the grin that was evident on his lips. The woman named Abigaile Lewis was something, and he was eager to have her in his hand.

Once, Enzo was too persistent to court Abigaile; the man even announced that he was willing to be Abigaile's possession to have her answer. So, Enzo kept on proving himself to Abigaile. Tiana and Abigaile's friends noticed the changes in Enzo; he hadn't seen around with a woman beside him nor had parties all night. Abigaile wasn't convinced at first and kept her guard until Enzo approached her again and again.

"Are you free after your class? Let's have lunch together." Enzo asked, darting at Abigaile, who was busy checking her notes while walking through the library hallway.

"No," Abigaile answered without hesitation. This scene loops daily. Enzo will keep approaching her; Enzo will volunteer to carry her tons of books, carry her bag, or bring her a snack inside the library.

Until Abigaile reached the library and sat on her usual spot, Enzo didn't leave her side like a puppy wagging his tail to his master, not until Enzo's tummy growled in hunger that made Abigaile's eyes peek at him.

Enzo looked away while scratching his nape, and the gesture that made Abigaile laugh

was that Enzo's ears were red as tomatoes. Abigaile knew that the man in front of her was acting mighty but a cinnamon roll.

"WWhat? II didn't eat breakfast because I was waiting for you at the gate…." Enzo reasoned out while frowning.

Abigaile took out something from her bag and handed him her favorite Cinnamon roll and

her pomelo juice.

"Here, eat quietly. I don't want to get disturbed while I am reading this," Abigaile raised the thick book in front of Enzo, "Modern Political Theories" was its title.

Enzo nodded as he ate the food. From that moment, he couldn't help but steal glances at the woman who was too focused on her interest.

"Are you unaware that stealing glances implies disrespectful intent?"

Enzo chuckled in a low manner and met Abigaile's eyes. "If stealing glances is a form of disrespectful intent, would you put me behind bars or imprison me in your heart? If you choose the second choice, it will be my honor."

Abigaile clicked her tongue and replied, "You're shameless."

Until one day, she didn't notice the walls she had been building every time Enzo was around suddenly crumbled.

There were times when Enzo was involved in a fight, Abigaile didn't let him talk to her, and she acted like Enzo was just a piece of dust in her eyes. However, upon hearing Enzo's reason why he got involved in the fight, Abigaile felt something warm inside her heart.

"Aaw! Please be careful…." Enzo murmured while sulking like a kid.

They were located inside their usual spot in the library. Enzo kept making an awful expression as the cotton touched the bruise on his cheeks.

"What's the reason you ended up causing trouble?"

"The Moron called you nerd and spread madeup stories about you," Enzo responded, making Abigaile stiffen for seconds.

"Wwhat?" Abigaile couldn't help but stutter because that was the first time someone

defended her.

"I went on a rampage because the moron is trying to ruin your image, get me?"

Enzo said, trying his best not to look at her. He is shy and doesn't know why,

but every time she is with this woman, he can't stop but feel nervous.

"Have you eaten yet?" Enzo's eyes widened upon hearing Abigaile's feedback, he was expecting that she wouldn't care, but his expectation suddenly popped out like bubbles.

"I said, have you eaten yet?" Abigaile asked while applying the BandAid to Enzo's cheeks.

"NNo, I haven't." Enzo shook his head and rested on the chair in front of Abigaile. Enzo's eyes sparkled in delight when Abigaile handed him a lunch box and a spare bottle of pomelo juice she had been holding earlier.

"Did you prepare this for me?" Enzo teased to see Abigaile's reaction, but Abigaile just nodded and stuck her gaze on the book she was reading.

Enzo felt the warmth of care from Abigaile. The walls that she had been building whenever he was around, he wasn't that elevated that he couldn't reach. Instead, she is starting to let him in her life.

This was the first time someone cooked for him and prepared a little gesture that could melt a person's heart.

They became closer as time passed, and Abigaile couldn't help but realize that she was already falling for Enzo. Enzo had been a good boyfriend to her as soon as she approved of him being with her.

"Look at this; I passed the hellish subject that keeps giving me a failing grade." Enzo waved his test result in Mathematics as he sat in front of Abigaile inside the library.

"Come here," Abigaile smiled and spread her arms.

Enzo grinned from ear to ear as he ran to embrace his girlfriend like a puppy. "You did an excellent job." When Abigaile felt Enzo's heartbeat, she couldn't help but smile silently because it was pounding rapidly because of her.

Three months passed, and their connection became stronger; others questioned whether

Enzo had changed, but that didn't matter to Abigaile. Enzo changed for Abigaile; he changed from being the Playboy to being a loving boyfriend for her.

"You were waiting for me?" Abigaile sat in front of Enzo, tapping his fingers on the table of their usual spot while humming. Enzo's face suddenly brightened upon seeing his girlfriend. He pulled Abigaile for a hug. Abigaile chuckled and snaked her arms around Enzo's neck.

"Um. I thought I had to barge inside your room and get you out of there by force, threat and intimidation." Enzo snickered, making Abigaile's cheeks blush like a rotten tomato.

"Say, you are becoming more shameless as days go by!" Abigaile witnessed and was

about to distance herself when Enzo quirked a beam and cradled her in his arms.

"Enzo!" Abigaile warned.

"My name sounds sexy from your lips," "Your lips make my name sound attractive," he mimicked. Until Enzo drew Abigaile in for a kiss, it wasn't their first kiss, but it felt the same to Enzo from the minute their lips touched. For the longest time, Abigaile was his girlfriend, and he couldn't help but admit that he liked her.

Enzo knew on their first night together that the woman had already fallen into his trap, and she was eager to forfeit her purity. Abigaile was unlike the other women he had slept with; she was warm, vulnerable, and lovely. She may sometimes become silent because she is pondering something, but she always shares her dreams with him. Abigaile was an open book; once she allowed someone to become a part of her, she was willing to open every page of her life.

"EEnzo ngk…" Under the sheets, he took her purity. The heat between them was warm

and wasn't the same as his past women. Abigaile placed his palm on her cheeks and smiled. "I'm yours, Enzo…" despite the pain that Abigaile felt, her eyes misted in tears upon feeling the pain of losing her virginity.

"Don't cry…does it still hurt?" Enzo asked as he caressed the tears that had misted Abigaile's lovely eyes. He could sense how tense her insides were.

Abigaile huffed for air and shrugged her shoulders to reassure Enzo that she was okay. Enzo kissed her on her collarbone and neck till his lips reached Abigaile's. Their kisses were hot as if they were the only ones capable of instilling such warmth in one another.

Abigaile's muffled slowly changed into faint moans, and she could feel the pleasure of their bodies clasping together. Enzo was gasping in delight till he felt his climax.

"Abigaile…" Enzo groaned until he released his seeds inside her. Abigaile moaned softly as her lips were owned by Enzo, kissing her passionately.

Enzo glanced at Abigaile, asleep from exhaustion, and couldn't help but caress her face. After owning each other, they cuddled until Abigaile fell asleep in his arms. Enzo drew her closer and closed his eyes.

"Erin, please, I'm begging you, don't leave us!" The vogue face of a woman brushed off

the man's hand, who was kneeling on the floor.

Enzo and his brother were crying, "Mom! Don't leave us!"

However, the woman never listened and turned her back. The young Enzo noticed his father's changes when their mother left; he was sitting near the door, telling them their mother would come home.

Until his father's behavior changed, he started to cry, laugh, and only speak their

mother's name one day; his brother ran through his room, crying. And the next

word that his brother told him made him fall to the ground on bended knees.

"I tried to wake Dad, but he's cold! He didn't even open his eyes!"

Enzo awoke, catching his breath, feeling the drips of sweat on his forehead as he wiped the tears from his eyes. He sighed heavily as his gaze was drawn to the woman beside him.

His memories of the woman beside him were destroyed when he realized she would

leave him one day, just like his mother.

"That could never happen to me," he thought as he stood up and clothed himself.

He left a note on the table and glanced at Abigaile for the last time before closing the door and walking away from her life.

Abigaile attempted to conceal the unexpected feelings that had bothered her since she met Enzo; her hands were still trembling at the thought of Enzo discovering the secret she had been keeping for far too long. Was she selfish by keeping Tristan alone without telling Enzo that he was the father of her child?

After meeting Enzo that night, she couldn't sleep even a wink after the incident happened. Abigaile couldn't erase Enzo's expression when she gave him the cold shoulder, and after all, she never expected to meet him in the club where Tiana and the others had planned the party. How hilarious is the fate for allowing their paths to collide unexpectedly?

The next day, Abigaile was having a hard time attempting to focus on the book that she had been reading. She removed her reading glass and puffed for air as she put the book back on the bookshelf.

"You seemed not in good shape. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" Abigaile turned her back, and Nico welcomed her open arms.

He was wearing his casual clothes; neat chinos with a shirt, darkcolored jeans, and a pair of leather shoes. He looks like he came from his work to pay a visit.

Nico flashed his dashing smile and caught her in his arms, "What's wrong?" he sang in worrywart.

Abigaile grimaced and then smiled a little. "I think I'm tired from reading all day, or perhaps I still have jet lag to cope with." Nico's shoulder shook as he scoffed at his girlfriend's alibi.

"Sweetheart, do you think that I just met you yesterday? Your alibi wouldn't work on me. I've known you for years, Abigaile. Come on, are you hungry? Allow me to cook to boost my girl's mood." Abigaile's lips curved into a smile as she realized she couldn't indeed hide anything from Nico. Nico is wise and has mastered all of Abigaile's emotions and moods.

"NNico!" Abigaile squeaked when Nico carried her like a child and put her gently on the stool of the kitchen's Island Counter.

"Stay there," Nico grumbled as he tucked the kitchen apron into his manly physique.

Abigaile couldn't help but place her elbow on the counter and observe Nico's movements. This man is completely boyfriend material and every woman's dream. Nico is the heir to a multibilliondollar company. When he surpassed the highest position his parents had established, he was now in charge of the company's daily operations.

When she was pregnant with Tristan, she had to stop studying, and Nico was there to support and care for her. She believed she would be alone fighting the terrible struggle, but Nico never left her side and even supported her when she gave birth to Tristan. Nico was there; he never left her and even volunteered to help her raise the child with whom he had no blood relation.

"Is that—"Abigaile's words were cut off when Nico raised his eyebrow at her and grinned.

"Yeah, it is. Your favorite charcuterie, pot roast, and cured pork. How do I forget your favorite?" Nico teased. Abigaile gazed away as she felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"Daddy? I thought you were at work?" Tristan drew their attention, who appeared to have just gotten up from his nap and was dozing off while going toward them.

"I missed seeing you. Therefore, I came home early to see you." Tristan sat on Abigaile's lap and smiled for a moment longer.

Tristan lifted his nose and sniffed. "Whoa, is that roast pork I smell? He asked in delight and even clasped his hands together.

Nico chuckled as he finished the plating and presented the food in front of them, "Here, dig up." Nico said and even scooped up enough food and lifted it in front of Abigaile. "Open your mouth. I'll feed you two."

"Weren't you hungry? Eat with us." Abigaile demanded. She opened her mouth and accepted the food that Nico fed. Then, later, she grabbed the spoon and let Tristan sit on the stool next to her and have his food.

She does what Nico did earlier. She scooped a portion of food and fed it to Nico, who was having a good time being pampered by her. "Say, why don't we stroll around for you to relax? Let's take a walk with Tristan. Besides, this is Tristan's first time venturing outside to

explore Los Angeles."

Tristan's face flashed a hint of excitement upon hearing Nico's sudden announcement. "Did I hear it raywt Mwammy?" The two burst into a laugh when Tristan exclaimed his excitement even though his mouth was full.

"Tristan, what did Mommy tell you before?" Abigaile warned, her brows furrowed as she glanced at her adorable son.

Tristan munched the food like there was no tomorrow, swallowed it, and pouted before responding, "Don't talk when your mouth is full. I'm sorry, Mommy, Tristan will never do it again."

Nico couldn't help but feel amused by Abigaile. Ever since he met Abigaile, the woman never failed to amaze him. She gave birth to Tristan and raised him alone. She managed to give up her studies just to take care of the child, and now, she graduated in Chicago and will pursue her Law Degree despite the hardships that Abigaile has been through.

"Why are you staring at me with that intent, Nico?" Nico blinked twice, finding himself stunned.

"Daddy found Mommy beautiful. That's why he is glancing at you!" Nico and Tristan make a high five while laughing together in their scheme. The two were loud as the cars honked outside in the morning. However, Abigaile couldn't help but express a beam while watching the two.

"Are you excited, Tristan?" Nico asked while his gaze was fixated on the road. Abigaile sat upright on the passenger seat, peeking at her son in the rearview mirror.

"Yes, Daddy!" Tristan exclaimed. Delight rang in his warm voice.

"How about you, my lady? Aren't you excited to be with me?" Nico teased while stealing glances at Abigaile, who was pouting at him.

Then, Abigaile sprang a mischievous smile on Nico, who seemed astounded as he cupped his face using his right hand. "What's with the smile?" He asked, seeming tensed.

"Who Am I to refuse the most handsome man in my eyes?" Nico tried hard to focus his attention on the road. However, he failed and murmured curses, making Abigaile sneer.

"Daddy is blushing!"

"It's your fault! You are bullying me." Nico exclaimed, frowning in

front of Abigaile. The trip was filled with laughter and joy until the three

reached their first destination.

While they were on Beverly Boulevard, Nico parked the car in the parking lot and took Tristan's hands. He opened the door for Abigaile and helped her get outside the car. When they reached the Mall, Tristan was too excited to tour around the mall and buy new toys. As soon as they passed the inspection area, Nico's phone caught their attention. Nico hissed and gave her an apologetic smile.

"Wait, I'll answer this. Excuse me." Nico distanced himself meters from them and seemed in a bad mood because his forehead could tell. Abigaile knew when Nico was annoyed, delighted, or pissed. Nico is an open man; his expressions are easy to guess, which is why she let him into their life.

"Tristan, come here. Let's wait for your Daddy," Abigaile called her son's attention when she noticed that Tristan seemed to have a good time as he walked around.

When the phone call ended, Nico's shoulder dropped as he crossed the distance between him and the two, his forehead creased. "I received an urgent call from the office. My secretary needs my approval of the proposals from our shareholders.

"Be a good boy, alright, guard your Mom," Nico glanced at his wristwatch, estimating the time so that he could catch up with the two. He glanced at Abigaile and kissed her forehead, "I'll be back after an hour so we can eat together, alright?"

Nico waved his hand and mouthed 'I love you' to Abigaile before turning his back as he walked away. Every woman who encountered Nico's way was left astounded upon seeing a handsome billionaire. The heavens must bless their eyes.

"So, what will we do first, Captain Tristan?" Abigaile asked as she held her son's little

hand. Tristan let out a grin and exclaimed, "Can we first visit the toy section, Mommy? I promised we would just go window shopping and buy it when Daddy Nico returned! Pretty, please?" A flash of excitement and bliss crossed Tristan's eyes.

Abigaile raised her hands in surrender and guided her son through the toy shop on the mall's second floor. A bunch of playthings welcomed them. The shop wasn't crowded since they came earlier than its usual opening routine.

The Sales ladies assisted them, but Abigaile explained that they were doing window shopping before buying his son's cart. "Mom, look at this! This is awesome!" Tristan exclaimed in awe as he pointed to the giant dinosaur that seemed to be the replica of Echo, the raptor from the newest movie of Jurassic World.

Abigaile told Tristan that she would get a cart so that he would put the toys on the cart and would pay for it when Nico came back.

"Stay there, okay? Mom will just get spare parts." Tristan nodded and then shifted his attention to the toy cars in front of him. Abigaile immediately made her way back to where Tristan was.

Her son is indeed diligent, she came back with a sigh of relief upon seeing Tristan unmoved, and he was standing where Abigaile left him. Tristan was just playing with the car he was holding.

Minutes passed until Tristan got tired of picking the toys that suited his taste and requested Abigaile to carry him. Abigaile gestured for one of the staff to take care of their cart, and they would purchase it once Nico came back. To be accountable for her words, Abigaile left her ID so the manager wouldn't suspect her of being a thief.

"Mommy, I needed to pee," Tristan murmured. So she accompanied her son to the restroom. She waited outside because Tristan refused her company inside the bathroom.

"No, Mommy, Daddy told me that I am old enough to take care of this kind of matter. Just wait for me outside!" Tristan chirped happily as he strode inside the bathroom.

While waiting outside the men's restroom, Abigaile's phone buzzed, and she attempted to wander about while reading the message Nico had sent, informing her that he was returning to the mall. She would respond by moving her fingers when she ran into someone.

Her phone fell on the ground, making her panic instead of minding the person she bumped into. While on the side, shock flashed in Enzo's eyes upon seeing Abigaile.

After that night, he never saw the woman again. He tries to search for her but doesn't know Abigaile's whereabouts.

"I'm sorry!" she said while picking up her phone. It was like a déjà vu for the

two because it wasn't Enzo's scheme to run into her this time.

Abigaile's face became pale upon seeing him, "Hi? How are you?" Enzo started the conversation with her, but Abigaile bit her lower lip as if she was guilty of something.

Abigaile heaved a heavy sigh and responded, "I'm fine. I'm sorry, I have matters to attend to." The woman answered. However, she stiffened when a young boy came behind her, and the next thing that Enzo knew was he was frozen in his spot.

"I'm done, Mommy!" The child chirped with a hint of joy in his tiny voice.

"Mommy? Did the child just call you Mommy?" Enzo asked, his voice low and unsteady as if he had been drenched in cold water. When did Abigaile have a child?

Enzo's eyes darted on the little boy's features. He owned those round hazelnut eyes, pointed nose, and red lips that can be compared to a cherry. But, Enzo's contemplation led to the question of why the Kid resembles him? Why did he look like the mini version of him?

His eyes glanced at Abigaile, who seemed in horror, and then shifted to the Kid, who took Abigaile's hand and asked,

"Who is he, Mommy? Why do we have the same features?"

Abigaile could feel her heart racing so quickly that she felt faint and out of breath, thinking about Enzo meeting Tristan. She grasped Tristan's hands, who appeared perplexed and in search of an answer, but she didn't mind because all that mattered right now was to get out of the place and take Tristan away before Enzo noticed the resemblance between him and Tristan.

Good thing that Enzo seemed baffled, "Mom?" Tristan asked, letting her tug him as they got

outside the restroom. As soon as they reached the mall entrance, it seemed like luck was on her side. "Let's go home..." she murmured, resting her head on Nico's chest.

Nico was puzzled about what had happened when he wasn't around. He gazes down at Tristan, who just shrugged his shoulder. As soon as they reached the car parked nearby, Nico noticed that Abigaile seemed in deep thoughts and wasn't in her usual mood. She was quiet and only nodded when Tristan asked if she was okay.

"Were you alright?" Nico asked for the fifth time, but Abigaile just flashed a smile and nodded. Nico couldn't help but puff for air because he was clueless, making Abigaile silent. He needs to talk to her and make her admit what has been bothering her.

Upon arrival, Abigaile bathed and changed Tristan's clothes into his pair of pajamas. Abigaile kissed Tristan on his forehead before leaving his room. When the door of Tristan's room creaked into a closing sound, Abigaile almost hurdled upon seeing Nico outside. He was leaning on the wall while his arms were crossed defiantly.

"I must check my girlfriend before going to the Villa." He immediately answered before she asked him a question.

"Villa? You are not sleeping on your unit?" Abigaile asked while avoiding Nico's eyes.

"Umm. I have to work in my office there, and my Mom requested so, I cannot decline her request since I am a respectful man." Abigaile nodded and moved her way to the kitchen. Nico followed every action of Abigaile until he sat on the stool near the Island counter and observed her preparing a cup of coffee.

Nico ran his fingers through his hair and hurled a heavy sigh as he hugged his girlfriend from behind. He snaked his arms around her shoulders and buried his face in her neck.

"What's the matter? Hmm." Nico could feel that Abigaile was shaking. The woman faced him, and it almost broke Nico's heart to see Abigaile in tears.

"What's the matter?" He asked, wiping Abigaile's tears. He caressed her face using his thumb and leveled his head to see her beautiful face.

Nico kissed her forehead and pulled her in a warm embrace. A moment of silence passed until Abigaile confessed the reason behind her unusual behavior.

"Earlier, I met Enzo outside the men's restroom. I didn't know how that happened, Tristan

called me Mommy, and then Enzo heard it and was baffled, he gave me a questioned look, and when his eyes landed on Tristan's direction, I knew he noticed their similarities. II didn't know what to do. I feel like I committed a huge crime. Am I selfish if I didn't want him to know that Tristan existed?" Abigaile's voice quivered while confessing in front of Nico.

Before responding, Nico grasped Abigaile's hand and kissed its back. "If you ask for my response, I will say yes. I understand that you fear the idea that their paths will collide, but consider that Tristan has only known me as his father since he was born, and I am grateful that you allowed me to be his father. Nonetheless, was it not the appropriate time to tell him the truth? Don't deny him the right to know who his biological father was."

Nico kissed Abigaile's palm with his thumb and smiled, "Every child has the right to know their biological father; that guy Enzo deserves this, right? Although he may be a part of your past, do not deny his parental rights to his child. I'll be with you throughout the entire process, okay? I'm with you."

Abigaile wrapped her arms around Nico's waist and snuggled against his broad chest, listening to his heartbeat as she sensed that the apprehension that had pierced her heart earlier had left. "Are you feeling well now?" Nico asked. Her arms contracted as she said, "Yes, thanks to my incredible boyfriend."

They stayed in that position for a second until Abigaile remembered something, "Oh my gosh! The toys!" she exclaimed in horror as she eyed Nico, who grinned at her and seemed to have fun with her expression.

"The toys were already taken care of. Tristan told me about it earlier." He confessed as

his teeth glimmered in a smile that made Abigaile frown, thinking how the bond between the two was inseparable.

"I love you," Nico said, staring down his nose at her. Abigaile's cheeks reddened as she whispered, "I love you too."

When the night grew late, Nico went home to his Villa after drinking the coffee Abigaile had made for him, while Abigaile dialed Tiana's number and requested Enzo's phone number. She was prepared to tell him about Tristan; Nico was correct; she couldn't keep Tristan hidden forever and wanted her kid to meet his biological father.

While biting her nails in fidgets as she sat on the couch in the living room, her phone buzzed, receiving Tiana's response that contained Enzo's number.

Abigaile's hands were shaking while typing Enzo's number. She could feel the fidgets as she

clicked the dial button. Her heart stammered inside when it rang. It took seconds before he picked it.

"Who's this?" Enzo asked with a hoarse voice. It seems like he had woken up in

the middle of his sleep.

Abigaile cleared her throat before speaking, "IIt's me, Abigaile…."

She heard whispering curses on the other line coming out from the mouth of Enzo before he spoke once again, "Abigaile? Is there a problem? What made you call in the middle of the night?"

"Nno, Ahm, Can we meet? I have to tell you something."

"Rright now? Wait, I'll put my p—"

"Dummy, no, tomorrow morning at Andros Taverna, 10 am sharp. I'll wait for you there."

Before Enzo could answer, Abigaile had already ended the call because she couldn't contain the strange feeling inside her heart. She was nervous and anxious upon hearing Enzo's voice.

After the call, Abigaile decided to come to Tristan's room, and to her surprise, Tristan was

awake. He is rubbing his eyes.

"Mommy..." He mumbled.

"Why are you still awake, sweetie?" Abigaile asked as she sat on the edge of Tristan's

superman themed bed.

"I had a bad dream. I tried to sleep, but I can't sleep anymore."

"Do you want Mommy to tell you something?" Abigaile asked as she ruffled her son's

hair.

"Like what, Mommy?" Tristan asked, his eyes sparkled in jest.

"About your real Daddy," Tristan's brow crinkled.

"Daddy? But I already have a daddy, and it was Daddy Nico." He defended. Tristan's eyes puzzled in confusion, asking for an explanation.

Abigaile puffed for air before telling Tristan that the man they met earlier was his real father.

Tristan was intelligent enough to understand why they had the same physical appearance. "Then, why didn't my real dad show up for years, Mom? Does he hate us?" Tristan asked while frowning.

"No, Daddy doesn't know that you existed because Mommy never tells Daddy about Tristan's

existence," Abigaile confessed as she held Tristan's little hand and kissed it.

"Why, Mommy? Don't you want Daddy to be with us?" Abigaile couldn't just tell her son about the note that Enzo left after the day he took her innocence. Even though it pained her like a thousand needles pierced her heart, she would never tell Tristan about it.

"Mommy was too young back then. We were both studying then, and your Daddy had big plans, so Mommy didn't attempt to tell Daddy about Tristan. But here I am. I am

telling you about Daddy because I called Daddy earlier to meet us in a restaurant."

Tristan's pair of round eyes flared up in excitement, "Am I going to meet Daddy?!" He exclaimed in excitement as he even jumped on his bed.

"Yes, Daddy said he will be there and is keen to meet Tristan!" Abigaile could feel the lump in her throat, but seeing Tristan this excited because of meeting his father, a warm touch tingles inside her heart.

The next day, Abigaile puffed for air as she glanced at Tristan, who was excited inside the

back seat. "Are you ready?" Nico asked and caressed her shoulder and said that everything would be fine.

She opened the door of the car and helped Tristan to come outside. Nico was with her, so Abigaile felt secure. Her heart was beating so fast when she saw the man at the last table as they got inside.

Meanwhile, Enzo couldn't help but feel the fidgets. Abigaile called him in the middle of the night, telling him that she wanted to confess something. As soon as Enzo saw a familiar figure of a woman, his eyes darted to the hand that rested on her shoulder. It was a hand of a man beside her.

He couldn't help but feel unexplained anguish in his heart, but it disappeared when he saw the child he had met the day before.

Enzo immediately stood up, and the next thing he knew, he heard the child's voice asking.

"Mommy, is he my daddy?"

Enzo felt as if a bomb had been dropped where he was standing. He looked up at Abigaile, who gave him a genuine smile and stated, "Yes, Tristan, He is your real Daddy."

"Daddy!" The child ran up to him and hugged him; Enzo had no idea what to do or how to act. Enzo simply stared at the child and mumbled, "Son...you are my son...God!" He exclaimed as he hugged Tristan again, an embrace of a Father yearning for his child.

Abigaile felt a lingering warmth that touches her heart upon seeing the Father and Son hugging each other. Enzo's smile was genuine. A father that yearned for his son for years and Tristan, who has been clueless about who his father was since childbirth, seeing the two is worth the confession.

Abigaile couldn't suppress her delight; after six years, Tristan had finally met his biological father, and the guilt that had been haunting her in her slumber was now alleviated.

"You did a great job, Sweetheart." Abigaile smiled upon hearing Nico behind her. He rested a

hand in her arms, and the people inside the restaurant, especially the women, couldn't help but have a sour face upon seeing a handsome gentleman beside her.

"Thank you, Nico, for guiding me to do what's right and for didn't leave me throughout the

process." Abigaile rested her head on Nico's chest.

"It's my pleasure," He said as he lifted her hand and kissed the back of it.

"Mommy! Look! I am Daddy's MiniVersion!" Abigaile immediately withdrew her hand from Nico's clasp and seemed astounded as she made a faint smile on Tristan; then, she met Enzo's stares.

"I have many questions to ask, but thank you for introducing me to our son." Enzo started with a glint of bliss in his eyes.

Abigaile puffed for air and spoke, "We can catch up soon, but for now, I wanted you to meet your son and have a moment with Tristan."

Enzo's expression brightened as he breathed in relief and stared at Tristan, "You heard it, little chump? Do you want to be with Daddy?"

Tristan jumped in glee and Exclaimed, "Yes, Daddy!"

Abigaile told Enzo their address so he could drop Tristan at home. Nico introduced himself, and the two formally shook hands. Still, Abigaile couldn't help but notice the uneasy

atmosphere between the two.

"Be a good boy to your Daddy Enzo, alright?" Abigaile reminded her son, Tristan.

"Yes, Mommy!" Tristan even made a salute stance that made Abigaile laugh for a moment.

For a moment, she remembers the resemblance between Enzo and Tristan in the past. However, it suddenly vanished when Nico called and guided her outside the restaurant.

On the other side, Enzo felt the cold sweat film his body as he stared at his son. He never thought he would have offspring with Abigaile, and Tristan suddenly happened. Enzo stared at his son for seconds until his tiny hand waved in front of him.

"Daddy! You seemed out in the space!" Tristan exclaimed and even gestured a weird movement like someone who had been floating in space.

Enzo laughed and messed with his son's hair before carrying Tristan. "Say, where do you wanna go First?"

Tristan put his little finger on his chin as if he was thinking, but the child frowned and confessed, "This was my first time here. I'm not familiar with the places, Daddy."

Enzo heaved a heavy sigh, placed his son inside his Jaguar, and put his seatbelt on, "Alright, Daddy will tour you around LA."

"Yay! This is the first time I will visit places with Daddy!" Tristan exclaimed in excitement as he even clapped his hands.

Enzo put his glasses on and started the engine of the car. First, he took Tristan to Griffith Park. From the slides to the swings, Tristan seemed to have fun while Enzo was there to

guide him. Enzo waited for his son to let himself slide on the children's playground, and Enzo would catch him when Tristan reached the end.

Then, the two had a great time in the merrygoround. Enzo could perceive how happy Tristan was with his loud laughter and how he called him Daddy.

He didn't let any seconds pass. He toured his son around the Hollywood Sign, Universal Studios, and other destinations that suited Tristan's fancy. Enzo bought his son many toys

that were worth a thousand bucks. He didn't find it pricey; thus, whatever his son favors, he will instantly pay for it and seal it inside his car.

"Daddy! Look at how big those Lego toys are!" Tristan chirped. He stood beside the Lego that replicated the Ninjago cartoon and seemed to catch his son's interest. "Do you want to have it?" Enzo asked as he held out a hand to Tristan and his son took it.

"Can I, Daddy? Was it too pricey? You already bought me carts of toys, and Mommy will faint if she sees me having these toys." Tristan even gestured his hand on the five carts of toys that were aligned in front of the child.

Enzo cleared his throat while scratching his nape. Was he too excited that he overbought him those toys? Nevertheless, he just wanted to pamper his kid. He endeavored to make Tristan feel like he was with him despite those years that Enzo wasn't around to take

care of his child.

"It's Okay, son. Daddy will take care of the excuse. Get your Lego toys and put them inside the last cart. Then we will proceed to the counter." As Enzo instructed the staff to proceed on the counter, he told the manager that send those toys to his house since Tristan had told Enzo that Nico bought him toys the last time they first met, so his room couldn't contain too many toys anymore or else his room will burst into toys.

Enzo laughed at his son's explanation, so he ended up with the idea of having the toys in his Villa and building a room for Tristan. If the child wishes to see him, he is always welcome to come to his Villa and have time for him.

When it was already past 2 pm, Enzo couldn't help but take pictures of Tristan's adorable face secretly. He may look like a stage father, but who cares? He has a son and wants to be a good man. He is sure their resemblance couldn't deny how bloodrelated they were. Some women ricocheted at their spot every time they walked around and gossiped about how goodlooking Tristan and Enzo were.

Enzo never imagined that Tristan would come into his life and how fateful his encounter was with Abigaile. He met their son and had the opportunity to hold Tristan's hands. Enzo wished that this moment would last forever; the warmth of holding Tristan's hands, the way he smiled at him and called him daddy melted his heart.

Enzo glanced at his wristwatch when he noticed it was getting dark, and Abigaile informed him to bring Tristan home once he was done to have a moment with him.

"Whoa! Daddy! I want some cotton candy!" Enzo nodded and took Tristan near the cotton candy stand. He bought him the priciest cotton candy that made Tristan's stomach grumble in hunger.

"Are you hungry? Hold the cotton candy for a moment. Let's grab a snack before you eat that, or you'll have a tummy ache." It's a good thing For Enzo that there was a fastfood chain near the Park. So that the two can grab their snack and fill their tummy with the mouthwatering food served in front of them.

"Silly," Enzo muttered as he rubbed the napkin on his son's cheeks. Enzo couldn't suppress the bliss and let out a grin, thinking about the concept that Tristan inherited the messy eating behavior of

Abigaile back then.

"Sowwy!" Tristan apologized and let out a grin. The people inside the fastfood chain found the two adorable; a father and son's moment seemed precious in their eyes and some

women inside even took a picture of them.

Enzo peeked at Tristan, who was munching his food, and asked, "How are you and your Mommy?" he asked his child before taking a bite of French fries.

"We're doing fine, Daddy, you know what? I asked Mommy why you didn't look for us; she just smiled at me and replied, you have big plans, so Mommy didn't tell you that she was carrying me." Enzo felt like a bomb had been dropped in front of him. He couldn't help but feel an unbearable pain piercing his heart.

"How about your life with Mommy when Daddy wasn't around?" Tristan took a sip of his coke before responding. Enzo couldn't take even a bite upon hearing the child's confession.

"Our life in Chicago was tough when I was born. Mommy took care of me alone while studying. I know she had a hard time because every night, I heard Mommy always cry, and she is a tough lady for raising me despite the hardships. Then, Daddy Nico

helped Mommy raise me and care for Mommy. Daddy Nico and I used to play whenever he had free time from work; he was concerned about Tristan and Mommy."

Tristan chuckled and added, "You know what, Daddy, I was thrilled when Mommy told me that you are my real Daddy, and Tristan was glad because I have two daddies!"

Enzo offered a piece of fries in his son's mouth. Tristan cheerfully took it and chewed it.

"Say, Daddy, can I call you Daddy 2?"

Enzo's brow furrowed, "Can't I be your Daddy 1 instead of Daddy 2?"

The child shook his head and smiled brightly, "No, Daddy, I already had Daddy 1, who is Daddy Nico. Therefore, you are my Daddy 2 slash, my real daddy!" Enzo nodded in response as he glanced at his child, who seemed to enjoy his meals.

Enzo couldn't help but heave a heavy sigh. He couldn't replace Nico in his son's heart because the man was there when he wasn't around to take care of Abigaile and Tristan. Nico was the one who carried out his responsibilities, acted as Tristan's father, and looked

after Abigaile while she was having difficulty parenting Tristan.

Tristan seemed caught off guard when Enzo ruffled his hair and whispered, "Now that Daddy is here, Daddy will make things up with you and Mommy. Daddy 2 will be there for Tristan and Mommy at all times." Tristan nodded happily while munching his burger.

Enzo took out his phone to check the time, and a beam crinkled in his mouth upon seeing his picture with Tristan. He had already decided. He wanted to be a more promising father and fulfilled the times when Nico wasn't around to take care of Tristan, he desired to make everything right for his child, and it was a Father's Oath.

Abigaile couldn't stop expressing how thankful she was to have Nico around. She couldn't stop talking about how relieved she felt while they were alone together.

"It was all because of you that the guilt I'd felt every time I looked into Tristan's eyes and the conscience that kept haunting me every night was gone."

Finally, after six years without the knowledge of who his father was. Tristan finally met Enzo, and Nico was the one who encouraged her to introduce the child to his father, and the idea of Abigaile that she would never find a man like Nico makes her want to keep this man by her side.

"I can finally see that smile after the days of being bothered about the matter," Nico said, drawing Abigaile into his arms. Abigaile closed her eyes and reminisced the fervor of Nico's embrace. Nico has always been there for her. The man never let her fight her struggles alone.

A smile slowly crept on her lips when she could feel Nico's fingers caressing her hair, "However, I presume, since the initial matter had been resolved. Wasn't it time to take the big step and fix the biggest one? You've been gone for six years, and I'm sure they've been worried sick about you."

"What do you intend to say, Nico? They?" Abigaile immediately glanced at Nico, who gave her a loving gaze.

Nico poked her nose and said, "Silly, now that Tristan met his father. Wasn't it the right time to reconcile with your parents and introduce Tristan as their grandson?" Abigaile was stranded in silence upon realizing the point behind Nico's words.

"Bbut, aren't they still mad at me? Nico, I got pregnant at fifteen, and I saw how disappointed my mother was and how angry my father was!" Abigail said, feeling a sob rising in her throat.

Abigaile will never forget when her parents sent her away, telling her how disappointed they were for having a child who got pregnant at a young age. She could see her mother's eyes, which set plans for her but suddenly shattered when she confessed about the child inside her womb. She never told them who the father was and what had happened after the night when Enzo took her innocence.

That night, she feels like a woman who got lost on her way home; the chance to feel the world around her has been taken away because she has to choose what's best for the child inside her belly.

"Hush… Don't cry… I'm here," Nico patted her head and kissed the top of it. Abigaile couldn't help but howl the despair she thought she had buried the day she left Los Angeles 6 years ago.

The scars she thought healed a long time ago became natural, and with the stabbing pain of remembering her parent's faces, she yearned for them. She longed for the warmth of her mother, who would rush whenever she fell or got sick. The part of her died when she bid her goodbye. She can reminisce how her mother cried after discovering she was pregnant that night.

"I'm afraid…What if they wouldn't like Tristan and pushed us again? I couldn't bear seeing my child being pushed away by my family," Abigaile said. Her voice was husky while wiping her tears.

Nico cupped her face and used his thumb to wipe her tears, "It has been Six years, Abigaile. People change, and I firmly believe that your parents have reasons for telling you those words, but believe me, no mother can bear the sight of her child having a hard time alone. Perhaps they already realized their mistakes behind their words in those six years you have been gone." Nico muttered without breaking his eyes on Abigaile, who seemed to have difficulty believing his words.

"Sweetheart, I am with you. If they didn't accept Tristan, at least you introduced the child to them, and you lend your time for them to introduce Tristan as their grandchild." Nico held Abigaile's shaking hand and kissed it.

"Aalright, I will introduce Tristan to them tomorrow…." Abigaile agreed, but her heart was still pounding quickly because, after six years, she and Tristan would meet Abigaile's parents.

She never heard any news from them after she was sent away. She diverted her concentration and time to studying and caring for Tristan when she was in Chicago. Were her parents still holding a grudge against her? Were they pleased to see her again? Will they accept Tristan as their grandchild or not?

Those questions were ringing in Abigaile's head when the night came. She couldn't even sleep because the apprehension kept her awake.

The next day, Abigaile bathed Tristan, who had just woken up and still dozing off while having his shower with his rubber duck. "Mommy, why are you bathing me this early morning?" Tristan whined, halfeyes closed.

"Because Daddy Nico and Mommy talked yesterday, Mommy decided to introduce you to her parents. Yes, you will be meeting your Grandmother and Grandfather today." Tristan blinked twice. His eyes widened, and he asked in high pitched, "Wait, wait, I met Daddy 2 the other day, and now, I'll be meeting Mommy's Mother and father?! This is amazing!"

"Yes, so wake up now and finish the bath then. Change your clothes, okay?"

Tristan nodded and grimaced. After taking care of Tristan's bath and leaving him in his room. Abigaile glanced at the wall clock, figuring out that any minute from now, Nico would fetch them.

She immediately took a bath and changed her clothes into Korean styled sweater vest pairing it with highwaisted vintage pants and white sneakers. Abigaile applied light makeup, making her look presentable in front of her parents.

When they heard the doorbell ring outside their unit, she knew Nico was already there to fetch them. She saw Tristan open the door and let Nico come inside. The three of them get down using the elevator, looking for Nico's car parked underground. Nico pressed his car key, and when the car made a sound, Tristan immediately ran into Nico's car.

"Thank you," Abigaile said as she got inside after Nico opened the car door for her. When they all got inside the car, she heaved a heavy sigh and tried to calm herself because she didn't know how she would approach her parents. It has been a long time since she spoke with them.

When Nico started the Engine, Abigaile encouraged herself to do her best, and it was to confront her parents and accept that they were still her progenitors even though they had sent her away and the dark past that she needed to discourse.

It took them half an hour to reach the Lewis Mansion, where she once lived. The place she had many memories to tell and those untold emotions that Abigaile had been holding for a long time.

It was still the same. The walls, Abigaile Mother's Garden, and the rest were still the same except for the new faces of the maids that assisted them. "Please, wait a minute; I already informed the Madam and Master."

The three of them sat on the couch in the living room. Abigaile roamed her eyes. Her eyes widened upon seeing her picture in high school, and her parents were beside her.

"Is that Mommy?! She's pretty even when she's young!" Tristan blurted while pointing to the picture.

"Yes, that's Mommy. She is pretty before and prettier now, right?" Nico asked Trista with a boasting voice.

"Yes! Yes!" The two chuckled and even made a high five while Abigaile, on the other side, sweated in bullets because she couldn't put what she was feeling right now into words.

She doesn't know if she will be happy because, after six years, she's finally home? Or will she be sad because her parents will not accept Tristan?

"Nico?" Abigail almost leaped into her seat as she stood up when she heard her mother's voice that she had longed to hear for years.

"Aunt Alison, Uncle Carson!" Nico exclaimed. He kissed Abigaile's Mother's hands and did a fist bump with her father. Abigaile couldn't speak any words, Nico's parents and her parents were companions, and they had a grand alliance and friendship.

Upon seeing her, the surprise in her parent's eyes was an expression she didn't expect. Alison, Abigaile's Mother, gazed down at Tristan, who flashed his bright smile in front of the two.

"Wwho—"

Abigaile glanced at her parents, and as her eyes misted in tears, she plucked up her courage and introduced Tristan.

"MMom, DDad, Meet Tristan, my son, and your grandchild."

"Hello Grandmother, Grandfather, My Name is Tristan!" Tristan chirped happily. Alison's eyes widened as she kneeled on the floor to face her Grandson. There was a resemblance between Abigaile and the child. "Come, give Grandmother a warm hug…." Alison murmured; Abigaile couldn't help but wipe her tears upon seeing her mother hugging her child.

Carson, Abigaile's father, glanced at the child who offered him a hug; the man messed up the child's head and muttered, "Hello, Youngman, I am your grandfather."

Abigaile felt Nico's hands beside her. He held her hand and called Tristan after hugging his Grandfather. "We'll be strolling around the Garden, alright?" Tristan waved at his mother and let his Daddy Nico guide him to the Garden.

Abigaile knew that Nico wanted to leave her alone so that she could talk to her parents. Silence eloped the atmosphere, so she kneeled in front of them, making her parent's eyes widen.

"Bbut Mom. Dad…Look at me. I graduated High school in Chicago…I raised Tristan all by myself, with Nico beside me…I planned to pursue my Law Degree because I promised…one day if our paths crossed again, I don't want to be a burden or disgrace to our family…Tristan gave me reasons to stand up again and believe that after all the hardships, My child gave me reasons to face you two and asked for forgiveness for my blunders in the past…."

"II'm sorry…." Abigaile felt a warm hand on her head. When she raised her head, he heart almost sank upon seeing her mother crying. Her mother kneeled too and stared at her lovingly.

"Years ago, I gave birth to the most amazing child. God blessed your father and me. I know you've been trying hard to pursue the pressure that your dad and I had put on you since you were young. However… I didn't realize that we hurt your feelings. We hurt our precious daughter…."

"MMom…" Abigaile's voice quivered.

"Abigaile, Daddy apologize for shouting at you that night. I thought I was doing all the best I could provide for you, but I didn't know that instead of guiding you, I inflicted pain on my daughter, who had been trying her best to meet her father's expectations." Abigaile gasped when her eyes darted to her tearyeyed father. The Mighty Carson Lewis, the city's most outstanding lawyer, shed a tear at his child and even apologized.

"Mom…Dad… II'm sorry!" Abigaile felt like all the pain she had been dealing with for a long time suddenly lifted like magic when she felt her mother's embrace. Abigaile's mother patted her head and whispered how they had looked for her and watched her from a distance for the past six years in the embrace she had been missing so much.

Her mother's last words made her breathless in happiness. Her mother wiped her tears and whispered, "Welcome back, my dear Abigaile."

Abigaile smiled while wiping her tears in glee. At last, she's finally home.

"Why are you here?" Abigaile asked, her voice stern and startled as she saw Enzo standing in front of the door. She couldn't believe Enzo would pay a surprise visit to his kid, but he was at the wrong place at the wrong time because Nico had arrived earlier and was currently playing with Tristan.

"Look, Enzo, you seemed to be visiting at the wrong time. Nico was with Trista inside," Abigaile added; her mouth went dry.

"I know," Enzo said firmly.

"So, what brought you here?" Abigaile cleared her throat, surreptitiously fidgeting with her palm. She has no idea what the inexplicable sensation is when Enzo is around. She couldn't tell if she was nervous because of the man. She was ready to respond to Enzo's query when she heard Tristan's voice from behind her.

"Mommy, who's the visitor—Daddy 2!" Tristan's face lighted up in delight, and he found his way to his real Daddy while Nico was staring at Abigaile. Abigaile gave Nico the expression that she didn't know that Enzo would visit his son today.

"Hey, how are you?" Enzo asked as he wiped the sweat on his son's forehead due to his sudden movements.

"I'm good, Daddy 2! You know what, Daddy 2, Daddy 1, and I will go outside to stroll around! Do you want to come, Daddy 1?" Abigaile felt a pang in her heart upon hearing Tristan's sudden question to his father.

Enzo nodded at Nico and responded, "I can't, son. It's your day with your Daddy 1, so you must spend it with him."

Tristan nodded and held Nico's hand. Then, he faced his Mother. "Mommy, Daddy 1,

and Tristan will stroll outside and take care of our house!" Tristan muttered pleasantly, making Abigaile laugh momentarily as she patted her son's head.

Nico cradled Abigaile into his arms and kissed her forehead, "Take care, alright? You should have some rest." The sight of the two didn't escape Enzo's eyes, but he immediately diverted his attention to Tristan, who was smiling while looking at him.

Before leaving, Enzo and Nico nodded to each other, then Nico held Tristan's hand and

guided him as the two sauntered away from them.

"Let me ask you again, Enzo, what brought you here?"

Enzo met Abigaile's gaze and made her stiffen, "I came here to have a conversation with you. Remember the day when you confessed Tristan's existence?"

The memory of Abigaile telling Enzo that they could catch up soon popup in her mind, so that was why Enzo was standing in front of the door. He didn't pay a visit to Tristan; thus, was it for her?

Abigaile couldn't open her mouth as if she had run out of words to answer Enzo's

question, so she adjusted the door enough for Enzo to come in. Enzo sighed heavily, relieved that Abigaile had let him inside.

When Enzo finally set his foot inside, a pictureperfect memory was scattered on the floor. When was the last time he had alone time with Abigaile? Did Abigaile ever think of him? Enzo clenched his jaw, opposing the urge not to reminisce about the past. He visited her because he wanted to know what had happened to her in the past six years, her future

plans, and make everything fixed with her.

"Seat there. Do you want coffee or tea?" Abigaile queried as she gestured to Enzo to sit on the stool near the kitchen island counter.

Enzo cleared his throat as he folded his arms across his chest, "Just coffee," Enzo roamed his eyes around, and when he set foot inside, he saw a picture of Abigaile and Tristan that was perfectly hung on the wall.

Enzo couldn't help but stare at Abigaile's back. A glimpse of warmth touched his heart with the idea that Abigaile didn't drive him away from her life. After all, he had hurt her and broken her into pieces. He was a jerk back then, a jackass who only knows how to run away from the things he thinks will break him. Without knowing that, he plunges pain into the people who try to embrace him.

"Enzo?"

Enzo blinked twice when he saw Abigaile snapping her fingers in front of him. "You seemed in deep thoughts. Were you sure to have a conversation with me in that state?" As Abigaile spoke, her eyes were fixated on Enzo, who seemed distracted.

Enzo nodded and felt his cheeks heated up in embarrassment, so he palmed his mouth and gazed away. Abigaile, on the other hand, shook her head at Enzo's weird actions. When the coffee was prepared, he filled a teacup and handed it to Enzo.

"Thank you," Enzo conveyed.

Abigaile heaved a sigh as she filled her cup with coffee and took her book to the living room, she had already picked up the book on the shelf, and she returned with her glasses on and a book in her grasp.

"Mr. Robinson, staring is rude." Enzo felt his heart pound rapidly, it seemed like a déjà vu, and Abigaile seemed astounded by the words that suddenly came out of her mouth without control.

Enzo broke the silence because he noticed the dead air between them. Abigaile acted

like she was reading the book before her, but she couldn't even understand its passage.

"So, how are you? Uuh, Tristan told me that you raised him alone while studying. Say, he is an adorable kid, and I am delighted because you didn't take away my right to know about our son's existence. However, I wanted to hear from you. How have you been those years that I wasn't around?"

He immediately crossed the distance between him and Abigaile. He tried to offer

his hand, but Abigaile gave him a warm smile, but she declined it and wiped her

tears. "Ugh! My Apologies, I just became emotional," she chuckled painfully. Abigaile cleared her throat and continued, while Enzo felt dejected as he sat on the stool.

"Those were my darkest days until Nico came into our life. He helped me and even lent a

hand to raise Tristan while I was studying after giving birth to him. Furthermore, that was all in the past, and I've moved on. Besides, having Tristan was the greatest thing that ever happened to me. He is a gift that lightens my path while dealing with my dark past." Abigaile grinned in front of Enzo.

Abigaile felt a pang of pain in her heart when she saw what Enzo had done. He kneeled in

front of her as his hands were folded for forgiveness. His expression seemed lost, far away from the Enzo that she knew in the past.

"I'm sorry…Iit was my fault…."

"Wwhat are you doing? Enzo! Please stand up!" Abigaile panicked as she felt the

apprehension upon seeing Enzo kneeling on the floor in tears!

"I'm sorry, Abi…Iif I should have known earlier…."

Abigaile tried to lift Enzo up, but to her disappointment, she couldn't even get hold of

his weight since Enzo was a muscular man.

Abigaile had no choice but to level their gazes and enveloped her arms around the shaking Enzo. She didn't expect this side of him; maybe it had been six years, and Nico was right that people change as years go by.

Abigaile felt an intense emotion that stirred up her heart. She recognizes this warmth,

the warmth that only Enzo can bring upon her. When Abigaile was about to withdraw

her grasp, she gasped when Enzo tightened his hand on her back.

"Just for a moment, please…." He murmured between him feebly. Enzo couldn't hold the

unexplained emotion that he had been feeling at the moment; how long had he yearned for this warmth? The warmth that you can only feel when Abigaile is cuddling him.

When Abigaile withdrew her hands from him, he felt half of him longed for more, but

seeing Abigaile take a step away as if she was afraid of getting burned made Enzo feel stupid for wanting more from Abigaile. He hurt her, and the woman built a wall between him.

"Abigaile, I'll make it up with you and Tristan. I'll make up those years I am not around

with our son." Abigaile smiled and nodded. Then, Abigaile had a proper conversation with Enzo. She told him that she would pursue her law degree.

"I was planning to pursue my college degree at UCLA College of la—"

"Can I take care of our son while you are attending school? My Villa is open to him

anytime. Besides, I am working on my house to focus on Tristan."

Abigaile became silent for a moment. Enzo's suggestion would be beneficial for her since

Tristan can have time with his real father, and Nico is a busy person, so he can focus on his company.

After all, Enzo is Nico's father, and she couldn't change the fact that blood is thicker than water. They have been apart for years, and it's the best time for Enzo to make it up to her son.

Enzo spoke, which made Abigaile astounded for a moment, "I was planning to Introduce.

Tristan is my son to my brother and Grandma. I can't hide the truth that I am now a father and should be responsible because I am a dignified man."

Abigaile couldn't suppress the smile she had been trying to prevent from seeing how Enzo

had changed over the past six years. He wasn't the same stubborn and hotheaded man she had a deal with six years ago. "Okay, it's Tristan's right to meet his uncle and grandmother, so I gave you my permission to bring Trista—"

"I wanted you to come with us, Abigaile." Enzo retorted with a deep tone, "I wanted to introduce you as the Mother of my child. I can't just tell my grandmother that I got someone pregnant, and Tristan happened." Enzo added and swept the chaotic strand of hair from his frowning forehead.

Abigaile fell silent, digesting what Enzo said. The man wanted to introduce her to his family as their Mother, Tristan, but she needed to talk about this matter with Nico. She doesn't want to keep any single words from Nico because he is an open man and was always there for her through thick and thin.

"I'll think about your words," Abigaile replied as she darted at Enzo, who was waiting for her answer. A flash of euphoria lingers in his eyes but suddenly disappears in the words she has added. "I'll talk about that matter with Nico. I'll hit you up once we have talked about it."

Abigaile tried to blink twice because she caught the sight of Enzo expressing an emotion

that was trapped with immense pain. Abigaile's heart skipped a beat for obscure grounds. When she stared at him for the second time, his eyes were stern and solemn while thinking about something.

"All right, Ms. Lewis, I'll wait for your prompt response." He said, grimacing. Abigaile felt strange within her heart, perhaps because this was the first time Enzo addressed her in this manner. When the door suddenly opened, Abigaile's eyes landed on Nico, who was holding the hands of Tristan, who was munching his ice cream.

Abigaile felt her reflex and attended to Nico, who was sweating. She immediately got a towel that was placed on the chair's support. "Nico, what happened? Why are you sweating so much? Did Tristan play hide and seek with you again?"

Nico chuckled and let Abigaile dry his sweat, while Tristan ran to his real Daddy and tried to talk to him, but Enzo's eyes were fixated on the view of Abigaile and how she became sweet and caring to the man in front of her. Her eyes were warm, and she stared at him the way she stared at Enzo six years ago.

"Daddy?"

Enzo let out a chuckle and rose up from his seat. He let out a heavy sigh and stared at his son. He made a fake cough and glanced at his wristwatch as he acted cool. "I have to go. My brother was looking for me." Abigaile nodded while Tristan waved him goodbye. He glanced at Nico and nodded at him as a gesture that he would be heading out. Nico nodded as a response.

Enzo couldn't compel himself to look back at Abigaile's area since he couldn't disguise the sorrow plaguing him. Enzo gave a small smile as he walked away. Years ago, Abigaile was the one who cared for him in this way, telling him about her future plans, but now she has shared her dreams and hopes with Nico. Their memories were like paper planes; they were cast into the sky and lost in the wind until the paper planes sank into the epicenter of nowhere and were forgotten.

"You seemed bothered about something, brother. What's the matter?" Jason, Enzo's older brother, asked as he sat beside Enzo. Enzo had been quiet ever since he arrived from the day he excused himself in the middle of their meeting that he had a more urgent matter than the meeting.

After that, Enzo seemed troubled and always in deep thoughts about something. He would wake up, dress up, attend gatherings and work at home; however, he seemed down and soulless. Jason couldn't withstand the sight of his brother acting like this; he needed to corner him and make Enzo confess what was causing his drop shoulder and behavior as if the world didn't revolve around him any longer.

"Nothing, maybe. I'm just exhausted these past few days." Jason didn't like what his sharp ears heard. Enzo wouldn't sigh after; he replied if that was the real reason behind it. So, Jason leveled his head at his brother, arched a quizzical brow and his kin eyes so that even a criminal couldn't spit any alibis, and sprinted.

"Enzo, Brother of mine, do you think I was born earlier than you to be an idiotic man?" Jason asked as he punched his brother's waist with enough force as compensation for Enzo's explanation.

Enzo heaved a deep sigh, and his eyes blazed with anguish. And then, he opened his mouth to speak the truth that stirred up his brother's mind. "I have a child," he stated.

Jason's mouth dropped open, and when Enzo's statement was evident in his mind, he whacked his brother on the head and said, "The fuck, bro! Did you screw several women and impregnate one? Remember to use an umbrella when you rummage a woman's vagina! You can't just spurt through and drill your flings!"

"That's not it!" Enzo hissed at his brother's sudden outburst.

"I have a child, and guess what, I just knew days ago that he existed. His name is Tristan, and he is six years old." Enzo's brother, Jason, seemed to notice that Enzo wasn't joking around. He cleared his throat, making a fake cough. He still couldn't believe that his brother had a child this early.

Jason's forehead creased as he massaged his temple to ease the tension he felt upon knowing that his brother was the first to have a child than him, who was older.

"Wait, give me a moment to breathe," Jason remarked as he took a deep breath and looked at Enzo. "I never imagined you'd become a father this early. I assumed you'd joke around, but seeing you bothered, that's big trouble, brother." Jason raised an eyebrow as he patted his brother on the back.

Enzo shook his head and grinned, "No, it wasn't a trouble, I'm glad that he existed, and Brother, he came from me, and he is my child."

"Say, who's the mother?" Jason asked. He wanted to know who the woman that his brother impregnated was. He would indeed be happy if he knew the woman. Jason took a glass of water that one of the maids had served earlier and drank it.

"It was my exgirlfriend, Abigaile Lewis," Enzo said defiantly, with a statement of fact.

"What the fuck, Brother?!" Jason's eyes almost popped out as he spewed the water he drank, coughing, and his gaze flashed to his brother in disbelief. He couldn't believe it; Abigaile Lewis had been every man's dream on campus when they were in high school. She wasn't like the other woman, who was ferocious, vicious, and had the manner of flirtatious. Her demeanor as an aspiring living lawyer and modern nerd made her stand out among the rest of the population of girls in their school.

Jason placed his index finger on his chin as if he thought that Abigaile Lewis was his brother's longest girlfriend for the record. And he believed that Abigaile could make his brother blinded by the concept of love and tame Enzo, but he just heard the news one day that they got separated. At first, Jason didn't believe it, but as he saw his brother dating another woman after their breakup, he thought it, and since then, Jason never heard any news about Abigaile.

"Hhow come that shit happened?!" Jason exclaimed.

"I don't know; Abigaile just called me one night. She told me to meet her the other day, and then he introduced Tristan, telling the child that I am his father." Enzo explained solemnly, reminiscing how things happened suddenly. He met Abigaile unexpectedly after six years. He had the chance to talk to her, and then, in an instant, Enzo became a father.

"Say, brother mine, are you sure the child was yours? I know Lewis is a clever girl but were you certain that the child is yours?" Jason asked with confusion.

Enzo picked up his phone from his pocket and showed a picture of Tristan that he had taken when they were strolling together in LA. He extended the phone in front of Jason. Jason immediately picked it up and even placed the phone near his sight as if he couldn't believe what he had just witnessed.

"Holy molly grail, son of a gun! Just shit, brother! He looks like your miniversion! No one can't deny the fact that you two were bloodrelated. Look at those eyes! Those features! I feel bad for Lewis because your genes won the race of life!" Jason reckoned while laughing, and then, later on, his mood changed as if he was having a hard time believing every confession that Enzo made.

"Wwait, damn it! Enzo Robinson, I think I will be having a hard attack now because of your sudden revelations, you rascal!" Jason yelled in frustration as he combed his fingers through his hair.

Enzo tried to get his phone from his brother, but Jason glared at him as he took his phone out. "Wait! Give me a fuckin moment. Allow me to have my niece's picture. I am a proud Uncle here!" So the two of them were messing with each other. Enzo doesn't know who the older between him and his brother is because Jason can be childish sometimes and hardheaded.

When Jason was done copying Tristan's pictures, Enzo saw how Jason made his son's picture become his brother's wallpaper, and then Jason fired him a question that caught Enzo off guard.

"So, what's the current score?" Jason asked while putting his hand over his head.

Enzo doesn't know what Jason means. Jason sneered and repeated his question. "I wasn't informed that being a father can make a person dumb." He taunted.

Enzo glared at his brother, who seemed to enjoy his situation. Jason raised his hand in surrender and spoke once again.

"I'm asking you if you already settled your misunderstanding with Lewis in the past." Enzo gulped and nodded his head as he avoided the analytical sight of his brother, Jason.

"Then, what did she say? Did she accept your apology or brush you off because of her ire? Girls are the lost members of Amazon, you know? They look docile outside but can tear you up using their clawslike nails."

"She told me everything that happened to her six years ago, how she bore Tristan alone, suffered, and cried. She has given up her dreams for our son. I can't imagine seeing her suffering alone while listening to her. My conscience eats me alive. I am a

jerk and irresponsible father for not being there when she raised Tristan alone, fed him, and watched him grow up as a normal parent did." Jason could feel the frustration and agony in his brother's voice. This was the second time that he had seen Enzo like this. The first was when their mother left them, and her father died of depression.

Enzo palmed his face; imagining Abigaile experiencing those adversities alone felt like a thousand needles plunge Enzo's heart. He was there, waking up every single day, continuing his usual life, but Abigaile, in the latter part, was struggling to think how she could raise

Tristan without a father.

Enzo tells his brother all the difficulties that Abigaile had been through. Enzo could see Jason's hint of shock and sympathy for Abigaile upon hearing about the woman's life in Chicago.

"She was sent away from her parents, and I got her pregnant at fifteen. I am a jerk back then. I didn't know that broke her plans and pieces to the point that she experienced those painful sleepless nights and dark past." Enzo could feel

the tears on the edge of his eyes. He wiped it harshly as he remembered how Abigaile cried in front of him while telling her past, raising Tristan alone, bravely.

Jason tapped his brother's shoulder again to make Enzo feel that he was beside him, making him think of his brotherly support. "Perhaps, the reason why fate made your paths collide was to rewrite the past and stand as the second chance for you and Abigaile?"

And there, Enzo grimaced and told his brother what was bothering his heart. "If that's the case, I'll be grateful if Abigaile will give our relationship another shot. I'll make up for everything with her and our child. I worked hard to become a better person, not the Enzo she met before, but the Enzo Robinson who would do anything to rectify my mistakes and heal the scars I left in Abigaile's heart, but..." Jason noticed Enzo's voice trembled into a sob.

"It's too late, brother; she already had someone she could gaze fondly at. Make all the gestures she has done to me in the past and tell me about her future goals. I'm afraid I'm too late, brother," Enzo bowed his head and wiped away his tears. "All I can do right now is to be a better father for Tristan, but my relationship with Abigaile will never be the same.

Enzo puffed for air and grimaced in front of his brother. Jason knew how Enzo could smile and fake that he was fine, but his eyes couldn't lie; they were filled with pain from his regrets.