Father.....

Kidnapped {{Part 1}}

P.O.V: Melony Casey:
I ran out of the house with my newly born baby girl in my arms, happy.
I was headed to the coffee shop, a slight skip to my step. My daughter giggled and clapped happily.
~10 Minutes Later~
I skipped through the door of the shop, making the door above the door jingle, and Dmitri turn around.
"Hola, Dmitri~" I giggle, waving and sitting down at the bar.
"And what may I get for you, Ms. Melony?" Dmitri asked.
"Umm...... Coconut Mocha and Milk for (y/n), Please?" I answered.
Dmitri Smiled," Comin' right up~" he informed cheerfully.

P.O.V:Dr. Smiley: (sp?)
I watch from my seat as the shop owner got the milk ready. I looked at the lady a few seats away, Ms. Melony Casey....
An unmarried noble woman and mother to (y/n) Casey......
(Y/n) Casey's father, unknown.....
Ms. Melony:
A slightly snobby blonde haired, Green eyed, rich women.....
She's dangerously skinny....... Anorexia maybe?
She's spoiled and flirts a lot.
On the other hand, (y/n) Casey, a sweet, Cute, little darling with an adorable giggle!
(y/n) is the (h/c) haired, (e/c) eyed baby daughter of Melony Casey yet seems to be her exact opposite already....
I've made up my mind.

P.O.V: Dmitri O'Brian:
That man's starring again......
Tred carefully.....
I turned to Melony holding a Coconut Mocha and a bottle of milk, faking a smile.
Ms. Melony Casey.....
A misunderstood noble woman who was mislead at a young age....
Melony......
In my opinion she's beautiful..... Blonde beauty with stunning green eyes with a beautiful child.
Little (y/n)'s father on the other hand.....
Conner Hernandez....
A spoiled baby and cruel monster!
I swear if I ever see him near Melony again I'll kill him!
I hand Melony the Mocha and set the milk on the counter as the door opened.
I looked to see...
Yep! Conner Hernandez!
I let out a growl as he sits next to Melony....
(Y/n) starts to cry upon seeing him and moves as far away from him as she can without leaving Melony.

P.O.V: (Y/n)
I crawl away from Papa as fast as I can as he reaches for me but, I apparently, wasn't fast enough and Papa scoops me up. I wiggle around in his hands uncomfortably while continuing to cry.....
"Sir, let the child go, I don't think she wants you to hold her right now" a smooth, comforting, calm male voice whispers.
I glance at him to see a man with short slightly messy black hair, red eyes, and a surgeon's mask with a sharp-toothed smile on it. I stop crying and tilt my head to the left slight, studying the man...
"Aren't you adorable~!" He coos, patting my head gently before abruptly leaving.
"S-S-Smile~!" I giggle after 5 minutes of difficulty speaking what I wanted to say, pointing after him.
A high-pitched squeal erupts from momma and she gently bounces me a little, Papa grunts, and I sigh inwardly.