Phoebe blinked once, then twice and even when his form didn’t disperse into thin air like she’d presumed it would, she still felt it to be her mind playing a trick on her. Did he just…? Did he deny being his son’s father? Her subconscious queried her as she clutched her purse tightly, a lump forming in her throat. Why? Why did he do it….even when he had the right opportunity to spill out the truth to him? What was he up to? As much as she felt surprised by his action, she was also filled with relief as her thudding heartbeat relaxed, her shoulders slumping in relief. Her eyes met his for a nanosecond before he broke the eye contact, turning his attention to the toddler who’d stopped crying and was now staring at them with his brows jammed in confusion. “Don’t listen to any rumors? Lucas is your real father,” he said, ruffling his hair. “And you don't have to be sad, I can always be your number two, okay?” He chuckled, his eyes crinkling rather too tightly. Ivan smiled as his ga
Phoebe’s breath hitched as the air became tense between them, the sound of her rebelling heart raging resounding in her ears. ‘He said you're my daddy.’ Her mind replayed the toddler’s words, a gasp spilling from her lips each time. Expelling breaths that did little to calm her down, she pulled her legs towards the duo. Her eyes locked with Trevor’s as he stared back at her, an unreadable expression etched on his face. “Who said that to you?” Phoebe asked, barely recognizing the voice to be here. Her body burned with anger as she stared into those brown eyes.Ivan, who hadn't noticed her presence flung his head in her direction, his lips curving in a small smile, but it was gone as he saw the ugly scowl on her face. “Who told you that?” Phoebe repeated as she firmly but gently pulled him out of Trevor’s hold. Her anxiety skyrocketed as thoughts of other things her child must have learnt flooded her mind. She shot a glare at Trevor but said nothing. Ivan parted his lips, his brows
Liam smiled as he placed the almost empty cup of coffee down, fishing out his phone from his pocket.Standing beside Phoebe, he shot an eye towards the outside, nodding slightly.“Here it goes,” he announced as he pulled Phoebe closer to him, wrapping an arm around her waist in the process. An inaudible gasp escaped her lips as she shot Annie a look, but then the woman continued to stare at them with a faraway expression. She tried to move in an attempt to create a distance between them but it seemed his grip on her was firm. A clicking sound was heard as Liam took a picture. “Thank you Sasia, you don’t know what this means to me,”Releasing her from his hold, Phoebe exhaled as she forced a smile on, her eyes hurting from the pretense. “You’re welcome,” She said. “And it’s Mrs. Reid. I’m married with a child.”Phoebe wasn’t sure why she’d said that but a part of her felt like he was hitting on her and she didn’t want him having any ideas. “I know that,” Liam nodded. “But I would r
“Why do I suddenly look like a cow?”Annie’s features squeezed into a frown as she stared down at herself, Phoebe chuckling lightly behind her.“You don't expect to look like a baddie carrying that big load,” Phoebe teased her as she pointed at her baby bump, earning deathly stares from Annie which made her smirk change to a full-blown grin. “But I look better than you did in your time,” Annie retorted, sticking out her tongue as she made a face. “You can believe whatever you choose to,” Phoebe murmured in a low amused tone. Exhaling a breath, she stared at Annie affectionately, her heart swelling with joy as she recalled everything they had gone through together. “I can't wait to see the little human,” She sighed, circling the car to Annie who subconsciously rubbed her pregnant belly, a smile clouding her face. They had just returned from the hospital where Annie did her ultrasound scan and her husband Paul had gotten the gender of her child. It was a girl and Annie had insiste
Phoebe was filled with dread as she stared at their main door, her heart throbbing against her chest like a feral beast. Was she dreaming? Her subconscious wondered but she knew it was nothing of that sort. Clutching her heart tightly, Phoebe expelled a slow breath to relieve herself, but it did nothing to help, the woman's last words resounded in her ears. As much as she didn't want to believe what she said, her words were true. Even though Lucas had proved himself to be harmless and a loving man to both her and her child, could she say the same about his family?Ever since she returned home, Phoebe had noticed Mrs. Cory acting in ways she could only describe as strange. There was this thing about her smile especially while she played with Ivan that made her uncomfortable. At first, Phoebe had thought it was her mind playing tricks on her but Annie pointed out, confirming her suspicion. Since then, she has rarely allowed her close to her child and looked for ways to keep him away.
Seeing the woman’s eyes drift down to her son, radiating with joy and another emotion, Phoebe’s heart began to thump erratically in her chest, the thumping sound threatening to render her deaf. Beads of perspiration broke out from her skin and she fought hard to keep her tears from escaping her eyes. Crouching beside her toddler who continued to stare at the strange woman, his expression inquisitive, she brushed a few strands of his brown locks away from his face and cupped his cheeks in her palm. “Sugar? Why don’t you wait for Mummy inside for a minute,” She urged. Swallowing hard to ease the tight pain she felt in her throat, she flashed him a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, hoping the smart lad wouldn’t suspect anything. Ivan glanced at Mrs. Maddox whose immaculate white teeth lay bare for a nanosecond before he returned his gaze to his mother, nodding his head in approval. “Okay, Mommy.” Phoebe smiled at him as she stood up, watching him skip his way towards a couch wher