LaylaI stood looking at Danny as he drifted off in thought. Should I ask him what is going on? I have never seen him this mad, what could have possibly happened out there? Who the hell did he see out there? "Danny, are you ok?" I asked but got no answer in return. He was too lost in thought. "Danny?" I asked again, making him look back at me. "Uh... Yeah, everything's fine, ladybug. Don't worry about me." he says giving me a big smile. I knew he was just saying that to not get me worried, but I wasn't going to push the subject until he was ready to tell me. He trailed his hands around my waist and hugged me tightly. He kissed my stomach, placing his forehead delicately on my stomach and sighing. "Ladybug, promise me something." "What is it?" "Promise me that you will never leave us. I'd die if you and my little one's ever left me." his words concerned me. There was something he was not telling me, but until he was comfortable talking, I'd have to live with curiosity."Danny, I c

LaylaI knew something was up with Danny, and this woman standing before us was the proof of it. I looked at Danny and he comes closer to talk to me. "I will take care of it. Take Zoey to the bathroom again, it's fine," he says as I look at him with concern. But my main worry was that Zoey keeps asking to go to the restroom. I knew I shouldn't have let her drink so much, but she has been drinking so much cranberry juice today. "Danny, who is she? And how does she know who I am?" I ask, but he sighs, closing his eyes."No one. No one important, don't worry about it. Ok? I got this, baby. Go, before Zoey has an accident." he says, and I sigh, looking back at the lady standing with a sad and worried expression."Alright. I'll be back soon." I say, but the fact is, I was too preoccupied with this. I had to find out who she was or it was going to eat at me all night.Before I was back, the lady had left and Danny chatted with guests as if nothing had ever happened. I shrugged it off for

LaylaI sat across from Heather at a small cafe, just a few blocks away from work. I won't lie. There are hundreds of questions surging through my noggin, and it's making me go crazy-nervous. Why the hell was she here? What could she possibly want to talk to me about, and Why the hell now? Did she not make Danny and Zoey suffer enough by lying to them? She made him believe she was Zoet]y was his daughter, and then, just took off. It tore Danny apart, and I don't even want to imagine how it may have affected Zoey. She was so little but she still got so attached to Danny. To have been yanked away from him and taken away. God, it makes my heart ache for them."Ok. So? What did you want to talk about, Heather? Why are you here? And, how do you even know who I am? We have never met, other than the day you and Daniel announced you were getting married." I said, making her sit with a silent stare. She looked deadly mad, but I don't think she was as pissed off as I was now, nor how mad Dann

Layla✨✨The Next day✨✨I was too overwhelmed, so Danny thought it was best for me to take the day off. I woke up extremely early today, unable to sleep, but I stayed in bed, feeling much more tired than usual. Danny had even gotten up extra early to fix breakfast f0r me and had Bryce help him feed Zoey.I dreaded getting out of bed feeling myself heavy. I did anyway soon as I was feeling pressure under my tongue. I knew what was coming as my chest felt heavy, making me sprint toward the bathroom feeling the morning sickness sneak up on me. I dreaded the vile rising in me, making my stomach and chest hurt as I continued to vomit. When I finally finished, I was left with a huge pulsing headache. I sat with my back against the sink cabinet, massaging my temple as the throbbing continued. Riley is usually around and checks on me, but today she left to take Logan to his pediatric appointment. Poor little one came crying last doctor visit after getting shots. He enjoyed a nice warm chamom

Layla"I hate to think you've replaced me with someone else in that office, because if that is the case, you are in deep trouble, sir," I say as I stand before Danny's office. I've held out of the office for almost a week, but I had had enough. I can't keep myself cooped up in that house while everyone is running around like a headless chicken in the office.I had come to work, just to find that my office was gone. In place stood a bigger, fancier office with a whole living room space, filled with plants, flowers, books and so much more. The office was pretty, in warm tones of grey, gold, and blush pink. It had a few black pieces here and there giving it the final touch. But there were workers still there, fixing the electrical from what it seemed.Danny sits in his office with a pile of papers, samples of fabric, and a cup of coffee. God knows what number of coffee cups that is. He can drink two whole kettles of coffee while consumed in his work. He stands, obviously surprised to see