ѕσ¢ιαℓ мє∂ια|| Nathaniel Buzolic [BOOK THREE]✔️

Real

Hayden had heard enough.

She slams the door open to reveal Carla holding HER daughter in her arms.

Carla looked startled to say the least, however she recovered quickly.

"Hey Hayden! I was just going to put her to sleep" she says, all smiling, while holding onto Aimée who was still crying and screaming the hell out of her lungs.

"I don't know what she's got, she acts like she doesn't know me" says Carla, laughing a little.

Hayden stares at the obviously mentally unstable woman in front of her.

"Get away from my daughter" Hayden says, her hand still on the doorknob, waiting to witness Carla's every move.

Carla doesn't seem pleased about the "MY daughter" part, but puts the baby down into her crib.

Then, she turns toward Hayden and puts a finger on her mouth.
"Shh, wouldn't want to wake our little girl up"
Hayden frowns, while Carla just laughs wickedly.

"Now I have to go back to my soon to be husband. Oh and I think YOUR daughter will sleep a little longer" she puts emphasis on the word 'your'.

Hayden stays in place, but Carla pushes past her and walks back to the living room.
Wait, did Carla called Aimée HERS?!!!