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.

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 Mini-Version!" 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 merry-go-round. 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 blood-related they were. Some women ricocheted at their spot every time they walked around and gossiped about how good-looking 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 fast-food 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 fast-food 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.

"B-but, 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.

"A-alright, 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, half-eyes 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 high-waisted 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.

"W-who—"

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

"M-Mom, D-Dad, 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.

"Mom…D-Dad… I'm sorry if I messed up badly in the past… I should have done better…." She wiped her tears and didn't try to look at her parents, but Abigaile knew her mother was crying because she could hear her silent sobs. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry that I got pregnant at the age of fifteen…I burned all your hopes and dreams for me, Mom…I didn't become a lawyer like you, Dad…I didn't make you both proud. Instead, I made you both disappointed…." Abigaile sobbed harder as she let her tears fall with the emotions she had been hiding for too long.

"B-but 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…."

"I-I'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…."

"M-Mom…" 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 teary-eyed father. The Mighty Carson Lewis, the city's most outstanding lawyer, shed a tear at his child and even apologized.

"Mom…Dad… I-I'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 pop-up 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?