𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓

1.6

MILLIES POV
2 weeks later

Searching for our baby was hard, everything was fucked up. Finn and I hadn't had a real talk in two weeks, we had only said maybe three words a day to each other. We hadn't kissed, we hadn't hugged, we didn't even sleep in the same bed when we slept at all.

We were both just so, so worried about where our son was after all of this time. It had been two whole weeks, and my whole life was going down the drain every time the clock struck another minute, another minute without my son.

The police were out searching for the one person that we knew had our child as he had actually admitted it to him purposely. It was Romeo. Romeo Beckham had our child. He claimed that he took Wesley, because Finn took Amelia.

There was a new chief in town, Chief Jim Hopper and he was actually doing his job properly unlike all of the other officers in the previous years. Along with our friends and half of the world were trying to get Wesley home.

There were huge headlines about it, because of the fame of Finn. The whole world knew, there were posts, pictures all over, even a few billboards that had Wesley's face on them. Paparazzi hadn't given up either, they were always there to snap as many photos as they possibly could.

Jack was even trying to help us, he had finally started acting mature and put his feelings aside and started to realise how serious the situation was. I actually appreciated him for the first time in a very long time. He comforted me when Finn didn't, despite all of the things he said about me.

Winona had been a huge help, she let Amelia stay with her until Wesley had been found because it wasn't safe for her to be with us whilst there was somebody clearly out to get her. Brooklyn hadn't been out either, she wasn't allowed.

It was twelve am, and Finn and I were the only people in our house. The police told us to stay in at night times because of the danger and risks it would be for us to go outside. We could get arrested if we went outside after ten pm.

Finn was laid on the sofa, his lips were chapped with the amount of times he had bitten them. When he got nervous, he bit his lips to calm himself down. He had been doing that a lot lately.

The only time that he looked okay anymore was when he was sleeping. My tea cup lightly hit the side of the wooden door frame, Finn shot up with a gasp at the noise.

"It's only me, calm down." I said softly, he laid back down, putting his head into the cushion and shutting his eyes.

I was about to walk upstairs when I heard a massive knock on the front door. Finn instantly ran to the front door and opened it, I went behind him. It was Chief Hopper.

"I think we have somebody here that you would love to see."

Wesley came round the corner in the arms of the woman that worked at the police station, Flo. His face, the little face that I missed so much. His curls were so, so frizzy. His little lip had a cut on it and he looked so tired—so afraid.

He was dirty, and in the same clothes that he had left Australia with, they were his little blue pyjamas. He was wrapped in a white blanket that Flo had put on him.

"T-thank you so much." I cried, taking my baby out of her arms and hugging him tightly.

"Mommy." He cried, wrapping his small arms around my neck. I had missed him so much.