Step Brother 2: Jealousy (Completed)

Twenty Seven

It was the day the results were in.
Rome held the envelope in his shaky hands. I knew it didn't matter, but at the same time, it meant he could be a biological father, or he wasn't. Rome has wanted kids for years. I knew deep down this meant something, no matter how much he reassured me it didn't mean anything.

"Please just open it." I say, knowing if I wait any longer I may not want to hear what it says.

"Kate."
Rome says looking down at his feet.
This is it. I know it. My eyes go blurry from tears. I knew he cared more than he pretended. I knew that these results would make or break us.

"I just."
He says looking up, his tear filled eyes mirror mine.
"I meant what I said. I can't lose you ever again."
He begins to sob. Like really sob. Like his heart is breaking.
"I want to ask you.. If you will marry me?"
I look at him in shock. I didn't expect that. Not one bit.

I open my mouth to answer but, before I do a nurse rushes in, in a state of panic.
She's out of breath, with her hand pressed firmly on her chest.
I look at her, and she has tears streaming down her face, along with a huge red lump on her left cheek.

I jump up and race towards her.

"What happened? Are you okay?"
But before she can even answer me, her cries become louder.

"What happened!?"
Rome repeated my words.

"He.. He forced his way in, I tried to stop him, but he was too strong. He_ he hit me. I swear I tried to stop him."

"Who? What happened?"
Romes voice raised, not in anger but more so a panic.

"Loreto, he took him."
As soon as the words left her mouth all I could hear was my screams.
After a few seconds I couldn't even hear them either.
Everything went black, and silent.
My baby. Somebody took my baby.
I knew I needed to find him.
I knew I had to get him back, but how?
Who would take my baby?

"Logan!"
I heard Rome say while his fist connected with a wall.

"No, it couldn't be him. He's dead, Rome."
Moms voice whispers, I can tell she's trying hard not to cry.

"Kaida!"
I say panicking.
She runs to me and wraps her arms around me so tightly.

"Listen baby."
I say looking up at Mom, and Ronaldo.
"Grandma, and Grandpa are going to take you somewhere for awhile. Just while we get Loreto back. Then we can all go on a fun holiday."
She wasn't stupid. I knew she wasn't. I could see the fear and sadness in her eyes. She knew, just like I did, that there was a chance we may never find her baby brother.
But, I wasn't going to give up, and neither was Rome.
He had already left the room after punching the wall, he was on a warpath, and I pitied anyone who dared cross him.

I've never been more angry, scared, sad, and confused in my entire life.
I just had my son, and now he's basically been ripped out of my arms.

I ask myself, what if who took him has hurt him? Is it possible that a human being could hurt a tiny innocent, defenceless, vulnerable baby.