Mommy, Where is Daddy?

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.