Second Chance: Reclaiming My Baby's Mommy

By Narrator

Hours Later

"I can’t believe I raised such a rude and unfriendly son."

Beth grumbled for the thousandth time about her new son’s behavior toward her friends at the tennis club she used to go to.

"No drama, Miss Elizabeth. I greeted them politely. What did you expect me to do? Was I supposed to kneel at the feet of those snobbish imbeciles?"

Elizabeth pressed her hand to her chest, visibly offended at the rude words of her son, who was now raising a glass of white wine to his lips.

"Did you see that, Octavio? This boy doesn’t respect me anymore. He’s even worse than when he left here."

Unlike his wife, Octavian cared little about the way his son had treated his wife’s guests. Just like Tony, Octavian also disliked those women who knew nothing else to do but gossip about other people’s lives.

"Come on, Beth. Stop the drama. Is it possible that we can’t just enjoy our boy’s return in peace?"

"That’s why these three are irrecoverable." Beth grumbled, visibly annoyed with her husband. "You’re always right for them."

Her husband rolled his eyes and then stood up.

"I’m going to get a drink."

He left his wife’s presence before they started another silly argument. This made the three brothers look at each other and smile complicitly.

"Where is Elinor?" Tony asked his brothers, but it was his mother who answered.

"Where else would she be? In the kitchen, of course."

The younger man took a deep breath, while trying to think of something good so that once again he wouldn’t lose patience with his mother.

"I’ll go there."

"And the guests?" Elizabeth couldn’t hide her displeasure.

"I told you no reception, Mom. They’re your guests, not mine."

Anthony hurriedly got up and headed for the kitchen before being scolded by his mother.

Elinor was one of the house maids, the oldest and the only one who put up with her mother’s nonsense, which was perhaps why she was also the only one Elizabeth treated with the slightest affection, if she knew what that was. However, to Elizabeth’s children, Elinor represented much more than a maid, the brunette was also like a grandmother, after all, none of them had ever met their paternal or maternal grandparents.

"How wonderful you look with that apron." While circling the nice lady’s waist in a tight hug, Anthony whispered in Elinor’s ear, who until then had not even noticed the other’s presence there.

"Oh Jesus..." Taken by the sudden fright, the lady gave a little cry that made Tony laugh. "You insolent, I can’t believe you haven’t lost your way of scaring me. Besides, keep your hands off that little guitar body because I’m no match for your beak."

Although she was angry, Elinor was happy to see one of her little boys again. Like Mirella and Arthur, Anthony was like a grandchild to the maid.

"Stop the charm! I know you’ve been missing me terribly."

Anthony was a charmer, and could easily win over anyone with a modicum of common sense. At this, the older woman took him in her arms and let herself show how much she missed him.

"My boy, how much you have been missed during these years. This house is not the same without you."

"This time I’m back to stay, Eli." Anthony referred to his eldest by the affectionate nickname he would give her as a child, while he allowed himself to be hugged lovingly.

"Grandma, here are the groceries that..." A brunette with tanned skin stopped in the middle of the kitchen as soon as her eyes met the scene. For his part, Anthony

He turned away from Elinor, but without taking his eyes off the new arrival. He was curious to know who this beautiful and visibly shy woman was. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to barge in and interrupt you."

"Now, stop your nonsense, young lady." The lady walked up to the girl and with a sparkle in her eyes took her hand, pulling her close to her. "Tony, let me introduce you to my granddaughter. You probably remember that I used to talk about her all the time when you were a child, but you never saw each other."

Of course, Anthony listened carefully to everything the older woman said, but it was almost impossible to look at anything else in that kitchen but the dark eyes of the woman in front of him.

"Nicole came to live with me earlier this year. Unfortunately my beloved daughter and son-in-law were in a fatal motorcycle accident. I would never let my little girl be alone." The older woman said sadly, being quickly consoled by her granddaughter, who for the first time looked away from Anthony.

"It’s okay, Grandma. Don’t be sad again, okay?"

Nicole was Elinor’s only granddaughter. The girl had been raised far away from her maternal grandmother, since in the past, just like so many other emigrants, Elinor had also left her home country in search of a job and a better opportunity. At the time, her daughter was very young, and Elinor knew that on that uncertain journey she might encounter many obstacles along the way. With this in mind, even with pain in her heart, Elinor opted to leave her little girl with her sister to avoid suffering the child, but this decision was made with the promise that as soon as possible she would send for them. However, even after learning that her mother’s life was already stable in the United States, Lurdes’s daughter and sister did not want to leave their town, and so they lived far away from each other, but always in touch and missing each other when Elinor went to visit them during the vacations Elizabeth gave her and with her savings, since she earned well working for the family.

Of course, everyone in the Morelle family knew Elinor’s story, but Anthony never imagined that the Latin child who loved to dance, which Elinor always described to him and his brothers, was now a beautiful young woman full of curves. And what curves...

"Ahem!" said the older one uncertain, after all, she knew that the pain would never go away from her heart. Losing a daughter was na incurable pain. "Nicole, this is the boy, Anthony. Just as I took care of Arthur and Mirella, I took care of him from the first day of his life."

Tony smiled fondly at the lady, but soon looked away from her to Nicole. Nicole, in turn, already knew Mirella and Arthur, but none of them had aroused as much curiosity in her heart as the one in front of her.

"I’m happy to finally meet you." Always very polite, Anthony extended his hand to the beautiful brunette-haired woman in front of him. "I remember that your grandmother always spoke of you with great enthusiasm and passion."

Shyly, Nicole shook the hand in front of her. At that moment they both had na inexplicable warmth coursing through their stomachs.

"I must say that it was no different when I talked about you and your brothers." The brunette said shyly, and for the first time they both smiled at each other.