Ariana and Ricky are a young couple who have a 12 year old daughter named Aviana and a 2 month old baby boy Wilder. The real plot here is, is Aviana really Ricky's daughter? Did Ariana lie to Ricky?
Aviana's pov I've never been so proud of myself. I was actually able to call the cops and save myself from Dom. He was sleeping when I called the police so he would have never heard.
I am now back in the room he put me in and I decide to sleep; hoping that the officers would come quickly so that I can go home.
Ariana's pov I am filled with so much emotion as I'm sitting back in the lobby of the police station with an awake baby. Right after the officer came in to tell the chief that they have Aviana my heart literally felt like it leapt out of my chest. I was escorted quickly as the chief called all his men and told them the location of my baby girl.
I've been sitting here for about 2 hours trying to give my attention to my baby boy, but Im just honestly thinking about Aviana getting to me safely, and I just really need to talk to Ricky, I need to know if he planned having my daughter get kidnapped.
I snap out of thinking when I feel a pull to my hair. I wince as I look down at a smiling Wilder.
I smile and kiss his cheeks.
"Oh my boy, you look like your daddy so much". I whisper rocking him back and forth seeing that he's getting restless.
I get up walking around and go to the lady at the front desk.
"Excuse me miss, umm is there anyway that Richard Alvarez can see anyone right now"? I ask nervously.
She sadly smiles and checks the computer. I am really hoping I can talk to him, I just need to know what the hell is going through his head. Why did he take the kids? Why did he lie to me?
"Okay so you're in luck! He can take a visitor only because you're his wife". She says snapping me back out of my thoughts.
I sigh happily, as I make my way to a private room and sit down on a chair, with Wilder who was still pretty much alert.
The room only contained a table in the corner with 2 chairs facing each other on each other on opposite sides.
A couple minutes later Ricky walks in with an orange uniform on and hand cuffs. He is being guided to the seat by an officer.
I breathe heavily as Ricky sits down and looks me in the eyes with pity and pain. I try to look anywhere but at him, but at the same time there's not much to look at. The only thing keeping my attention from looking at my husband; (although I'm not so sure the name husband would stay long after talking to him today ) is my baby boy who is looking at his father with wide and happy eyes.
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The officer takes Ricky's cuffs off and leaves the room; except he's standing outside of the door just in case Ricky does something he's not suppose to do.
