Ona's pov.
I looked away for one moment, one, and of course she had run of, which is weird because ussualy narla didn't run off.
'Narla,' i call out, but there doesn't seem to be a sign of life from the dog around here, slight panick starting to fill my body.
Then i saw the white westie, quite content being held by this woman and seemingly her son.
The woman stared at me for a moment, i could've sworn i had seen her somewhere before.
The lady turned around, narla still in her arms, hey- she was stealing my dog.
'Lucy,' i say after the woman picks up within the first ring.
'What is it? Are you hurt?' I smile at her concern, but imeadiatly get pulled down to earth again as i hear narla softly barking in the distance.
'Narla has just gotten dognapped, i will follow the thief there, just follow my life-location.' I quickly hang up, in fear that i would lose sight of the woman.
About half an hour later when the woman had entered her home, i stayed behind some bushes near the house until lucy and keira arrived.
Both keira and lucy jog over to me, i make them follow me before ringing the doorbell
After a minute or so the woman finnaly opened the door.
'Well that was about time you dog stealing thie-,' it was like i couldn't say those mean words to her, she stood there, tears filling her eyes.
'Y-/n,' lucy gasps like this was the first time she learned to breath properly, air filling her oxygen starved lungs.
Tears started to stream down her face, something falling behing her, a knife now laying on the ground.
'Hey,' she croaks.
It seemed like we were going to stand there for an eternity until narla walked in with an companion.
'Mommy,' the little boy cries, god he looked a lot like her.
'Hey henry,' she picks him up and kisses him on his forehead, the boy hides his head in het neck shyly.
Narla runs over towards us, hapily being petted by keira.
'I will put henrey on bed, then we can talk, alright?' She walks away, henrey staring at us like we were strangers, the same look his mom had in her eyes and deep inside i hoped we weren't.
Y/n's pov.
I quickly put an now grumpy henrey to bed, out of all places they had to be here, out of all dogs narla had to be theirs.
I am so confused, how was i supposed to feel, happy? Sad? Anxious?
Did they still want me? Did i still want them and how could i explain why i was away for these past two years.
'Good night bubba,' i kiss him on his forehead, henrey having finnaly fell asleep after blowing rasspberry's on his tummy until he couldn't stop yawning anymore.
I walk down the stairs, my night shirt clinging to my back, a pair of shorts under it.
When i walk back down i see the three of them staring at me with a slight smile, all of them looking slightly uneasy, anxious even.
'I, i don't know where to start,' i begin, kracking my knuckles in some nervous habit.
'Are you alright?' Lucy asks, there was this emotion filling her eyes, was it anger or sadness? Was she dissapointed in me, upset with me?
