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 King-sized 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 ex-girlfriend 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 well-known 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 mind-blowing. 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.

"W-What? I-I 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.

"A-aw! 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 made-up stories about you," Enzo responded, making Abigaile stiffen for seconds.

"W-what?" 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 Band-Aid to Enzo's cheeks.

"N-No, 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.

"E-Enzo 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, dark-colored 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.

"N-Nico!" 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 multibillion-dollar 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. I-I 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, "I-It'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?"

"N-no, Ahm, Can we meet? I have to tell you something."

"R-right 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.