His eyes followed the car as it drove away, taking note of the license plate number. He felt still in a daze, overwhelmed by the whole situation, unable to comprehend the fact that she was married, pretending to not know him and didn't tell him how the twins were.
When he got back inside, the designer looked at him concerned and asked if he was okay. He nodded and excused himself, informing her that they'd continue another day. He just felt like he needed some time to compose himself.
He got onto the PI, and gave Samantha's car number, wanting to get as much information about her and the life she now lived. Wasn't too long after that the PI faxed him all the pertinent information.
He leaned back in his chair reading. She was married to a Dr Davis but her maiden name was Bradshaw. Where did she get the Bradshaw from? He frowned. His eyes widened with the next set of information.They had two kids, twins!! Saint Davis and Shevon Davis. His heart gave a squeeze in his chest and his head was spinning with the information. He hadn't even seen the twins, yet they were named, in a family and being cared for by a man pretending to be their dad. His head started to hurt with the anger that was building up inside him. How could she do something like that, just dissappear, with not a word and deprive him of his rights as a parent and leave him with no closure. His hands clenched into fist on the desk as he tried to control the raising emotions. He had to remain calm and have a level head to process all this so he didn't miss anything or act rashly. He read on, two years married and working as a Medical Transcriptionist.
When he was finished reading he closed the file and just rocked back in the chair staring off.
Samantha was still shaking when she got home. The guy had frighten her. He had this notion that she was someone he knew. What was wrong him.
She had picked up the kids from the daycare and Samantha got out and went around the car to take them out. With each on either side they wobbled into the house with her.
She gave them a bottle and left them in front of the television in their playpen to make dinner for when her husband Shaun came home.
He was home around 8pm and by that time the kids were sleeping. "How was work?" She kissed him on the lips and escaped when he tried to pull her into his arms and deepen it. I didn't get time to have a bath, she smiled.
"So. I'm dirty as well." He chased her around the counter and she laughed dashing away from him but he caught her and they did some stinky kisses. They had been married two years and they had a strong bond that both of them appreciated.
