Your Kids Are Gone

I pushed Yan away and hurried to Fred; his gaze was on Yan, and he didn't plan to take it off.

"Uhm, let's go in, okay?" I asked, and Yan approached us; he took a proper look at Fred.

"Who is this?" he asked, and I shoved Fred to hide behind me.

"None of your business, please leave now." There was no way I was going to tell him he was his kid and that there were two more inside; luckily, he had no idea about his triplets.

What if he tried to snatch my babies from me? I will never let that happen.

"Fred Wood," Fred introduced, and Yan nodded before saying, "So he is Mike's son? Hopefully he isn't a Watson," he added and walked to his car.

What did he mean by hopefully he isn't a Watson? Did he think it was my child with Coyle? And even if it was, it still wouldn't have been his business.

"Come," I held Fred's hand as we walked inside, and the sitting room was so quiet and empty.

"They all went to bed, I saw you struggle from upstairs so I came to check" explained Fred, what did he mean by he saw me struggle from upstairs?

The parking lot view was very visible from upstairs, which was a safe precaution, but how could he boldly come to the parking lot alone at such a time just because he saw me struggle? What if I was attacked by thugs?

"Don't do that next time, okay? You should go to bed."

He nodded and hurried upstairs before he stopped on his track and asked me, "Will Coyle still be our dad?"

Wow, he just had to ask that now... I chuckled nervously and nodded.

I hurried to my bedroom and found Cynthia deeply asleep on my bed; she must have waited for me for so long. 

*

The next morning, I woke up because I felt weird gazes on me. My kids stood close to me with folded arms, and Cynthia leaned by the door.

She kept giving me signals, but I couldn't understand, "Mother, is Yan Earlton our dad?" Lily asked, and I choked, though there was no food or water in my mouth. I found myself choking on my saliva.

Did I just hear clearly? Or maybe I was still asleep; the fear of losing my kids to Yan Earlton had clouded my mind so much that I even dreamed about it.

Wake up, Ava. I shut my eyes tightly and opened them. The serious-looking kids still stood there.

"What…?" I chuckled lightly.

"It happens that I am late for work; why didn't anyone wake me up?" I feigned a frown and dashed off to the bedroom and heard Cynthia say to the kids.

"You guys could have at least greeted before dropping such a bomb on her, and why such a question? Did anyone tell you kids something?" She asked, and I leaned my ears by the door, trying to listen to their conversation.

"Fred did a background check on the man he saw mommy yesterday with," Ryan replied; of course he did. he was so good with the internet and hacking sites that I sometimes wonder if it was a skill he inherited, but scientists confirmed that such skills arent inherited, so where did he learn it?

"So? What did he find?" Cynthia asked.

"I found out that he was mommy's tutor six years ago," Fred answered.

"But that's not enough reason to conclude that he was your dad; I will make you kids pancakes... come," Cynthia explained, and I sighed.

Of course, him being my tutor six years ago doesn't confirm that he was their dad; for them to come to such a conclusion, then they must have found out something else.

With Fred's skills, being a feature writer was so easy, as he could help me dig up information on celebrities. I was always happy when he did that, but now I was chewing my own medicine, why did he have to dig into my childhood as well?

I got dressed in a white blouse and pencil-like black skirt, brushed my black hair, and walked downstairs and found the kids having breakfast with Cynthia.

I got to take my time to freshen up because she was around; she was like my fairy godmother.

"I need to leave now," I said, and Cynthia approached me before whispering.

"You better leave and avoid weird questions from your kids; I will get them to school on time," she assured me, and I chuckled and hugged her.

"Thanks"

Then I walked to the table and picked up a pancake before I waved at the kids and got to my car and drove to EN, where I work.

Soon I arrived at the office and found my supervisor Sisa by my cubicle. "Is she waiting for me?" I sighed; she was probably there to scold me.

"Good morning, Sisa," I smiled at her, and she snorted loudly, enough for my colleagues to get her.

"Where is my entertainment article, Ava?"

"Uhm, about that... Can you please ask Kim to do it? You know she is so good, right?" I asked, and her frown deepened, and I laughed.

"I am joking, I will submit it on time."

"It needs to be published tomorrow morning; now there won't be enough time to crosscheck your work. When you are done, send it immediately to the editors before midnight. or else don't show up at work tomorrow," she threatened before she turned on her heels and left.

God, why couldn't she ask me to write business or maybe political news? Health news would have been better. But she asked me to write entertainment news; that wasn't my genre.

I logged into the internet and decided to check on the big celebrities to see if there was a scandal about them, then my phone rang.

It was Cynthia; were the kids giving her a hard time or what?

"Hello?" I picked up the call while scrolling on the internet... my phone fell down, and I didn't bother to pick it up as I came across a news story.

It was from KOJ; he informed his fans about his retirement after he will release his album; he was still so young, so why will he want to retire?

"Ava!!!" I heard Cynthia scream over the phone. I picked it up and placed it next to my ear.

"Please don't ask me to come take my kids; they are now yours," I joked when her voice came in.

"So, I left your kids downstairs and went to freshen up so I could drop them off at school." She explained, and I raised a brow. Why was she telling me this?

"Now I am back downstairs, and I can't find them; they are gone."

What did she mean by they are gone?

"You are joking, right?" I asked with a frown.

"I wish it was a joke, but I think they probably went to see Yan Earlton," she added, and I held my head frustratedly.