He was in Tennessee on business, making arrangements to open a new restaurant. It was a good opportunity for him, but he was feeling like he had a lot on his plate and that he was juggling a lot of things at once.
He was on his way to ensure he had the right permits with the local authorities and his legal counsel. Opening this resturant was a lengthy process and there was so much paperwork.
It took nearly half of the day and then he returned to the newly constructed resturant to have a meeting with the designer on the Front-Of-House layout. She showed him what she came up with, the seating capacity, ambiance and decor.
Everything was as he wanted and he was impressed by her vision. They stood discussing some of the finer details and was about to mention something to her when he suddenly looked up through the window and went pale.
The designer noticed the change in his expression and looked to where his attention was taken, but the person had already passed. When she looked back to him he was rushing for the door.
He ran up to her and grabbed her arm and she jumped in fear, taking a swing with her bag but missed. He towered over her and she looked at him with her heart pounding in her chest, eyes wide, darting about.
Noah was surprised when she took a swing at him but he didn't let go of her arm. "Samantha." He said anxiously looking at her with a mixture of surprise and anger. "It's me Noah."
She tried to tug her arm away looking at him, scared and confused. "W-what, who's Noah?"
His eyes narrowed moved over the length of her. Taking note of the change of colour of her hair. The absense of her belly and her now slender frame. "The babies. Where's my child Samantha?"
She quickly looked away and then back. "Your child?."
"I want to see him. How could you keep our child from me for three years!" His voiced raised and his eyes grew hunted, his jaw tight with a tic going.
Samantha's face was pale and she stared at him with no expression as if he was a stranger to her. " Uhm I think you're mistaking me for someone else. Yes my name is Samantha, Samantha Bradshaw-Davis.
He rocked back confused. "Davis?"
"Yes Davis, that's my married name."
He felt all the blood drain from his face. For a second he even felt a whoozy feeling come over him like he was about to pass out." He barely spoke above a whisper. "What?!" His eyes searched her left hand and sure enough there was a ring. Not his but one that was equally beautiful as his.
"You're married?"
She wiggled the ringed finger in his face, seeing his pallor. "Sure am, and my husband is not going to be pleased about this!"
"You're kidding me right, this is some joke? Samantha this is not funny!" He grabbed her now by the shoulders and shook her. " I searched two years for you and the babies for two years! Then to hear this bullshit!"
She screeched trying to fight him off. "Get away from me! Help!"
"Hey what are you doing to the lady?" A guy ran to her aid and pushed Noah forcibly away. "Get away from her."
Samantha was crying now. "Do you know this guy?" The guy who came to her help asked.
He turned back to Noah in a rage. "You need to back off and leave her alone!" He pointed up in Noah's face. "Come let me help you to your car." The guy made sure to keep himself between Samantha and Noah and guided her to her car, making sure she had driven off before he glare at Noah and walked away.
