Twelve

Nita’s POV.

There was no place to feel comfortable like home, and the state definitely wasn't her home. It hadn't been for five years. 

Nita rolled on the bed, occasionally trying to see if Nate was also having the same difficulty as her, but the young boy was sound asleep, occasionally snoring like he had no care in the world. 

She rolled off the bed and picked her laptop. If she wasn’t sleeping, it was best she keep herself busy doing what she knows best. As soon as she turned on her laptop and logged into her work mail, she saw a new message on her inbox. 

Nita frowned. She barely received mails on this email; the only ones who knew it was Mia and Jeremy with few of her colleagues at work. 

She opened the mail and read. “Cyborg, there is someone out there searching for information about you. But we’ve kept them on hold for now. Just thought you needed to know.”

She sighed. It wasn't surprising that someone was trying to uncover Cyborg's identity. It was now something that happened on a frequent basis, unless the person wasn’t searching for Cyborg but Nita Green. 

She thanked the colleague for keeping her informed. Then she moved to her work. The faster she was done with this work, the sooner she would be back at home. 

As she went deeper into her research, a name kept on coming up. A name she had thrown at the back of her mind from the moment she left the company. 

Sam Moore.

She frowned, remembering how his sleek finger had held her tight. If she wasn't pretending to be who she wasn't,  she would have served him a hot slap. 

She typed his name on her laptop, sending it to Jeremy. ‘I want all the information I can get on this guy.’

Finally, a yawn escaped her and she fell asleep by three a.m.

It was a soft knock on her door that woke her up the next day. Nita wasn't an early riser as she was used to working from home. It made her wake anytime she wanted. 

As soon as she opened her eyes, Nate also opened his eyes. He glanced at her. “Did you already order something again, mummy?”

Nita yawned. All she wanted was to hit her bed again. She had finally fallen asleep on this strange bed, but it had been cut short. 

The door sounded again; whoever was at the door was clearly out of patience. She huffed and dragged herself out of the bed. Nate followed her. He stood right beside her. 

When they opened the door, the little space that served as the hallway was filled with toys. 

“Wow, mummy. Did you buy all this for me?” He smiled, stepping out from behind her to get a better look at the toys. 

Nita frowned. She hadn't ordered anything, and she had no relatives in the States. 

Could it be Jeremy?

Mia had informed her of his arrival. And he was the only one who knew her address and knew she had a son. 

She hadn't seen the face of the person holding the toy. 

Nate stepped further and she followed. “Thank you, mummy. I love it.” He said, picking a random toy. 

“I’m glad you love it.” A voice said. 

Nita froze. 

There was no way she would have forgotten the owner of the voice, not when the memories of what they could have been continued to hunt her. 

Immediately, she pulled Nate towards her, making him drop the toy instantly. The boy noticed the change in the mood of his mother and asked. “Is everything alright, mummy?”

She didn’t respond. She needed confirmation that it was truly him. “What are you doing here?”

The man removed the puzzle box that blocked his face. “Hello, Nita. It’s so good to see you again.” His voice was calm and controlled. 

Nita looked down at Nate, and her eyes froze.”What are you doing here?”

Slowly, his eyes moved. Before he could say a word, she said. “Nate darling, can you wait for mummy inside?”

Nate looked at them both before settling on his mother. “Okay, mummy.”

His eyes lingered on the toy before he went back inside. 

Nita frowned. “How did you get my address?”

“Is that how to welcome your husband?” he asked. His lips curled into a smirk.  “Remember I’m a Grimm.”

Just the sort of reminder she needed, and so early in the moring. “Did you bring the divorce papers to be signed?’

He moved back, raising his hand up. “I meant no harm, but can I see him?”

She shook her head. “I already told you, you don’t have any child with me.”

He nodded. “Fine. But can you keep the toys for him?”

She shook her head. “I can handle the things my son needs. I don’t need you to help me with that.”

He smiled, moving back. “I’m just glad that you are okay.”

Before he could let out another word, she closed the door on his face. As soon as she was alone inside, her eyes started talking in the place. Nate was seated at the edge of the bed, his tablet in his hand. Her heart ran wild. 

He sure moved so fast. He was part of the reason she needed to finish her work over here as soon as she could.

The little boy looked up and asked. “Mummy, who is that?”

She blinked. She hadn’t thought of whatever she would say. Then suddenly an idea came to her head. “It’s the delivery man. I think he made a mistake.”

“Really!” But he sounded like he didn’t believe what Nita told him. “Why did they order so many toys.?

“I don’t know, Nate. Maybe the boys like playing with toys”

“Mummy, I like the toys. Can you get one for me?’

Again, she nodded. “Mummy promised to buy you toys.”

Just as she was about to respond, a low sound notified them that someone was at the door. 

She frowned. Nick didn’t know when to give up.