You're Mine

chapter 118

Tuesday, 3rd January:

Logan: 13; Layla: 7; Leo: 4; Twins: 1; Eleanor: 2

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"Daddy...", Layla whined for the seventh time this night, causing her concerned father to open his eyes. "I have to pee.", she complained, so the redhead got up and lifted his sick daughter into his arms to carry her into the ensuite.

"Here you go, Honey.", Owen sweetly told her after helping her get onto the toilet. She felt too weak to do it herself. He would have lied if he had pretended that he wasn't extremely tired by now but the girl had chosen him to accompany her tonight and he wouldn't want anyone else to handle the situation anyway.

"Will you stay home with me today?", the seven-year-old begged once her dad was wrapping the blanket around her again and she started cuddling into him once more. "I want you to stay with me.", she repeated and rubbed her eyes.

"I will, Baby.", the trauma surgeon promised softly, gently kissing his child's forehead and rocking her back to sleep. A few hours later, his wife glanced into the bedroom and brought them a tray with a tea and crackers for Layla and a coffee and a bagel for her husband. "Thanks, Ames."

"How are you feeling, Sweetie?", Amelia asked her daughter while she handed Owen the tray. She noticed how tired he looked and felt a little bad. "I'm going to take the little ones to daycare and Logan to school.", she announced, already convinced that he would stay here with their sick kid.

"I'm sad that I'm ill, Mama.", the young brunette mumbled, feeling her father tighten the embrace to protect her even more. "But daddy takes good care of me.", she appreciated the comfort he was spending her.

"I understand that; I'm sad about seeing you so sad too, Love.", the neurosurgeon sighed. "I'm going to give you Guys some time to have breakfast. Are you good here with me gone for work?", she addressed her husband, who nodded as he offered her a smile. "Alright, bye.", she said, looking at her phone on the way downstairs. There was a missed call from yesterday evening, a number she didn't recognize. They had left a voicemail.

"We are watching you.", Stella's voice could be heard, causing the brunette's heartbeat to accelerate. How was that possible? She had been sentenced to a lifelong stay in prison and Tom as well. She couldn't have a phone in there and neither could she know her number.

"Leo, Logan, go get dressed!", Amelia ordered, staring out of the living room windows into the garden and at the street in front of the house, scanning the area for anything or anyone suspicious, but she couldn't see anybody. "Eleanor, come back in!", she called for the husky, who immediately ran back inside after spending an hour outside. She checked her dog for any marks that hadn't been there before, but there was nothing to be found.

An hour later at the hospital, the neurosurgeon tried to focus on her work, but it wasn't that easy since she felt like there were eyes on her everywhere after listening to that voicemail. Anxiously, she started to look to her left and then glanced to her right, switching sides every second that passed.

"Amelia?", Teddy yelled from a few feet away. She had just left a tablet at the nurse station and noticed her friend's strange behavior. The brunette seemed totally out of it and started hiding in an elevator upon hearing someone shout her name. "What the fuck?", she whispered to herself, checking where her colleague was going and taking the stairs. "Amelia!", she repeated once she arrived on the helipad, where the other woman had just left the elevator.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!", Amelia screamed as loud as she could, her vocal cords vibrating from the pressure, not aware of her friend being the one who had been chasing her up here. "Stop stalking me.", she weakly attempted to stop the other person and turned around, tears were running down her cheeks and she began to hyperventilate.

"Amelia, it's me. It's Teddy.", the blonde finally realized that her colleague was having some sort of episode followed by what seemed to be a panic attack. She watched the neurosurgeon sink down against the outside wall of the staircase, where she sobbed helplessly. "Hey, it's okay, you're okay. Here, take my tag. See? It's me.", she tried to calm down her friend by putting her name tag into her hand.

"They...", the brunette started, trying to explain what was happening but she still struggled to breathe until she felt the cardio surgeon take a seat next to her and wrap her arms around her shaking body. "They are trying to hunt me down."

"Who is?", Teddy wondered in confusion. Yesterday, her friend had been completely fine, at least she had seemed completely fine. Amelia handed her the phone and started playing the voicemail again, her heart immediately beating ten times faster again. "Oh, crap. We have to take this to the police. Does Owen know?"

"No, he's with Layla, she needs him.", Amelia answered, something her colleague had expected because there was no way that her best friend would have let his wife go to work if he had known. "I don't want to involve the police."

"Amelia, we have to. Otherwise, you are going to get scared every single minute of every day.", the blonde tried to reason with her friend. "This voicemail might be fake but if it's not then the situation is so much more dangerous than we think. If there actually is somebody who watches you, then it's neither Stella nor Tom or Hugo since they're all in prison, but that means it could be anyone. So, let's take care of it.", she took the lead.