Chasing Love

XVIII.

I am feeling that gif of Dylan going right through me:). Now here is the chapter.

Ana

It was after five, and I just laid Lelia down for a small nap. I patiently waited for Dylan to come home because he said he was only 15 minutes away. This can not be, Dallas really thinks I'm replacing her position as a new woman in her ex-husband and daughter's life. No, I am being supportive towards Dylan because I love him. Dylan is an awesome father to Lelia. She deserves him more than her own mother.
I'm interrupted by the sound of screaming and yelling coming from Lelia's bedroom. I sprint to her door opening it with a yelling Lelia screaming in her sleep. It must have been a bad dream.
I whispered to Lelia caressing her dark chocolate brown locks with the tip of my fingers. "It's just a dream, baby," I said, in a motherly voice. She begins calming down from the sound of my voice. Unfortunately, I stayed in the room as she drifts off to sleep cuddling her into my chest.

"Mommie?" She whispers softly. My eyes widen as I swallowed uncomfortably.

"Hmm?" I responded.

"Are we gawing to be a family again?" She asks with her toddler cuteness.
I sighed at Lelia's concerned. Poor Lelia, she misses her family being happy.

"Go back to sleep now, we have a big day tomorrow, kiddo." I kissed her hair. However, my eyes started to become heavy and I begin drifting off to my slumber.

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Dylan

I parked my Mercedes in the parking garage carefully getting out the car gathering Ana's flowers, my briefcase, and a teddy bear for my mini-me. I love them so much, I can not believe Dallas is back in town all of sudden when Lelia is an incredibly and happy kid right now. I will hate for anyone to ruin our happiness together and it got to be Dallas out of all people. Dallas is jealous of Ana and I. I can feel it through my blood. I feel the sensitivity of hatred and anger. Dallas will not stop until she gets what she wants and it's Lelia.
I ignored the doorman taking the elevator. I was not in the mood for any of his bullshit discussing anything about them sorry ass Patriots cheating and thinking its cool. Not! I fucking hate them bitches. My great-grandmother Joyce can bone their asses. I waited until the elevator dings to my floor. I walked down the corridor to the correct door by inserting the key, twisting the lock, and opening the door. The apartment was quiet and dark. The only light was on was Ana and I bedroom. I sighed, after a long day at work of detective business. I untied my tie and took off my black and coated leather golf shoes. I sat the briefcase down on the island only the boutique of flowers and teddy bear in my other hand. I peak into the bedroom and no one was present. I eased into Lelia's room spotting a tiredly Ana and a sleepy Lelia in her bed cuddled up together. My girls and my only ones.
I kissed them both laying the teddy bear and flowers on Lelia's nightstand.
I approached the kitchen surfing the refrigerator for a mini snack. I spy a small thing of fruit parfait. I grabbed a spoon out of the dish drainer and begin eating. Before I can step out of the room, my phone violently vibrates urgently onto the island.
It was a private caller. Maybe it's Agent Connor, he's a buddy of mines in the FBI. They are involved in the government always calls private. I don't know why, but it's weird.

"Taylor, speaking," I answered, professionally.

"Hello honey, how is our little girl?" The anonymous said with a feminine tone.
The voice sounds very familiar until I guess who it was.

"What the hell, you want Dallas!" I exclaimed loudly.

There you have it, getting good? Now I look back into the other chapters and I moved around a lot throughout the chapters they are very confusing. I will re-do them when I have the time for me to get the understanding better. Thanks again, for tuning in also, being patient with me. I am so excited about what I have stored for this book and the sequel. Xx Romance