Chapter 1

FOUR YEARS LATER.

"MUMMY!"

The happy voices yanked Elena out of her sleep and a frown formed on her face as her window started streaming bright blinding light from it. She looked at her left with narrowed eyes and tried using her hand to shield the sun from her eyes as her son struggled to open the blinds.

She sighed and looked at her daughter, Amy in front of her, sitting on the bed with a bright smile on her face. Their enthusiasm made her remember what she promised them. "Oh." She breathed out.

"Don't tell me you forgot, mom." Her son, Xander uttered as he walked towards the other side, and climbed onto the bed.

Elena chuckled. "Of course, I didn't." She sat up from the bed. "But you haven't even given me a good morning."

They giggled and immediately hugged her with kisses on her cheeks. "Good morning, mommy." They greeted in unison.

She looked to see they were both beautifully dressed up. "Your uncle dressed you up, ah?" She noticed, seeing her daughter dressed in a pink princess flay gown she bought her for her last birthday. Her hair was perfectly styled into a ponytail with two white hair clips on the side of her slick black hair.

Xander was in blue jean trousers and a blue T-shirt. Evan definitely was stressed out.

They nodded with smiles still on their faces. "We woke him up and forced him to." Xander made it known.

Elena smiled at him and then at her daughter. She felt so happy with how they grew up to be. Although they reminded her of their father, a lot.

Take Xander for example. He's like the young replica version of his father. His electric blue eyes, his face beautifully sculptured like his father, black hair, and worse, his behavior. He tends to get into trouble almost every day in school, even picking a fight with someone older than him. Other people irritate him and it bothered her.

Just seeing his face alone after birth, she couldn't help but name him after his father. At that time, she was missing him, hoping he could just enter the room and take her back. She wished that all through her pregnancy to the extent she no longer believed in wishes.

He never came.

And her daughter, Amy. Thankfully, Amy carried her green eyes, her black hair, and her beautiful oval-shaped face, but not her character. She's more like a mixture. Loving to who she chooses to love and spiteful to whom she doesn't.

"Let mommy go and freshen up first, okay? Go wait in the living room."

"Don't waste time, though. Whenever you dress up, you always take time." Xander complained.

Elena chuckled, but she blinked away since

Xander won't stop reminding her about Alex. They are impatient. They don't like waiting.

As they both got off the bed, Xander looked at his mommy. "We'll be waiting." He hollered before leaving the room.

Elena soon got up from the bed, undressed, and walked to the bathroom to shower. After that, she tied her towel around her chest, and brushed her teeth, before proceeding to dry her hair.

She looked for a simple free, A-shape, double sleeve white gown, and wore it. It was knee length. Made her long wavy hair fall down her shoulders, and gave herself light make-up on the face.

Having a date with her children put a smile on her face. It was a promise that just came out of nowhere and something they didn't forget.

She buckled on her open-toe, brown wedge shoes to fit her dressing, and stared at herself in the mirror for a while, before leaving the room, walking down the stairs toward her kids on the couch in her apartment.

Elena smiled at her best friend who was giving them a plate of sandwiches each with a broody face. She shook her head at him. "Stop it with that face, Evan."

Evan scoffed, walking closer to her. "I'm so leaving your apartment today. I couldn't even rest as I wanted."

"Well, my kids are excited."

Evan nodded. "Yeah, I can see that."

"Well thank you." Elena had to say.

He sighed. "It's not as if I wouldn't do anything for them. I'm their godfather anyways. I practically raised them."

Elena nodded, biting her lips to stop herself from smiling too much. "You did."

She remembered everything she put him through while she was pregnant. He was the only real friend she found out she got. Her mom despises her so, of course, she couldn't go back, her friend she went to college with couldn't help her since she had her own crisis, and Evan was the one who did. He was her first friend in college and he didn't abandon her.

She lived with him for almost two years before she was able to find a job as a waitress in another city and rent an apartment, and then a year later, she was promoted to a chef and was able to afford a bigger apartment where they are now. It's got three rooms. One for her, and the other two for her kids. She intended to make them grow in the apartment, until when she perhaps gets rich enough to build her own home. It was something she wanted for her kids. A comfortable life.

Life was hard for her, but it got her to where she is. Society turned out not to be friendly to a mother or pregnant women.

She knew the stress she gave to Evan and she was indebted to him for everything he did for her.

"So how long are you here for?" She asked him. Whenever he wants to blow off steam, he always arrives at her doorstep.

"Til Monday. I've got a client I need to handle. A new case at hand."

"You're sure you're gonna be focused?" Elena asked again. Once again, he broke up with his boyfriend because of work issues.

Evan nodded. "Of course. I can't let my personal life affect my professional life. I'll be fine before then. I'm just gonna leave the house today and get myself drunk." Then he began walking passed her.

Elena turned to him. "You better don't do that, coming back to this house."

He groaned in frustration and kept walking towards the kitchen making Elena chuckle. She shook her head and looked back at her kids who were almost done eating their sandwiches.

"The both of you should keep spaces on your stomach if you want to eat enough candies. You don't get this much opportunity." She told them.

They nodded chewing the food in their mouth.

Although they were young and give her headaches, she was still proud of them. She was proud to have them as her children, she never regretted having them. They were her joy. Her everything.

They've asked about their father a series of times and the only thing she could tell them is he left. She couldn't tell them where, but that's the only thing she could say to them.

It gave them some kinda hope that their daddy will be back soon even though he might not. She wasn't even sure if she wants him back in her life.

He tossed her away like thrash like he never once felt any love toward her. She grew to despise him, or at least that's what she wants to feel.

Her kids stood up towards the kitchen with their empty plates and glass of water.

She knows one day their father will definitely be back.