Mommy, Where is Daddy?

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 picture-perfect 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? U-uh, 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?"

Abigaile smiled a little without staring at Enzo. She wouldn't let herself drown in his eyes. "It was tough. I had to live in a new environment I wasn't used to. I have to live for the child inside my belly, survive, and give up my studies and the dreams I had built. The first three nights were the hardest, I couldn't sleep a wink, and I couldn't help but think about what lies in the future? Where should I start? My parents sent me away and labeled me as a disgrace in our family because you impregnated me at the age of fifteen…." Enzo stiffened in front of Abigaile. He couldn't speak. But seeing Abigaile breaking in front of him made his knees lose their stamina and become feeble.

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…I-it was my fault…."

"W-what 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…I-if 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 hot-headed 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.