I sat in the car and buckled up Jai and Isha behind.
The car started moving and I soon was lost in my thoughts.
It was the exact same number plate.
Outside Louis's house. And here.
Such a huge coincidence.
And I could not forget that car. It's colour itself was so striking and it's unique number plate design totally caught my eye when I saw it outside Louis's house.
It was the exact same car.
No......
It can't be.
The car came to a halt and I jolted out of my daydream.
"Uh.....can we stay over at yours tonight?" I asked Louis.
"Uh.....no. I... I have some guests over tomorrow and I have to... Uh..."
"Please uncle Louis!!"
"Please please please!!" The kids whined.
"Uh......" He looked right at me.
"Yeah. Please" I stated bluntly.
"Uh....ok I guess I could make arrangements"
"Yay!" The kids squealed in excitement.
We got of the car and went straight into the house.
"I'll just put them to bed. I'll see you in the lounge"
"Ok babe"
I took the kids up and gave then a quick shower.
I changed them into their pjs and tucked them in.
"Mummy?"
"Yes love?"
"Why do you hate daddy?" Isha asked.
You see.. This is exactly why I don't want my kids to know about their father.
I'm afraid that if I tell them my story, they will grow to hate their father and I don't want that.
I ran my fingers through her hair and looked right at her.
"Mummy doesn't hate daddy" I let out a big sigh.
I looked at both of them and continued. "Daddy loves you guys ok?" I lied. "Now go to bed" I said as I gave them a kiss on their foreheads.
"Mummy! Sing that song you wrote that day!" Jai requested.
I pulled the duvet up and laid in the centre of the two.
I started patting them as the words of a new song I wrote flowed out my mouth.
"Your hand fits in mind like its made just for me.
But bear this in mind, it was meant to be
And I'm joining up the dots
With the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me
I know you've never loved
To drink your milk
When you cry
You've never loved the way I laugh at you
The scars on your knees from that day you fell
But I love them endlessly
I won't let these little things
Slip out of my mouth
But if I do
It's you
Oh it's you
They add up to
I'm in love with you
And all these little things.
You can't go-"
I looked at the two of them and they were already sound asleep.
I loved how they only can fall asleep to my voice.
I slowly crawled out by the end of the bed and went to freshen myself.
I took a quick wash up and put on my shorts and and a tank top.
I went down to the kitchen and made two cups of coffee before proceeding to the lounge.
"Here"
"Oh.. Thanks babe. Are they asleep yet?"
"Yeah."
We watched the TV in silence before I decided that it was now or never.
"He was here wasn't he"
"Huh?"
"Don't lie to me"
When I didn't receive any reply. I turned around and faced Louis.
"He saw them didn't he"
Still no reply.
"Louis... I'm not mad. Just talk to me"
"He just came unannounced this morning... I didn't know what to do."
"Did he talk to them?"
"He just stared at them before..... They yelled daddy" I let him continue.
"He was shocked at first. But then he realized and he hang around with them for a bit before he left"
"I met him"
"What?"
"He was there....at the restaurant. The kids saw him and....."
"What did he say?"
"All the bullshit of how I didn't tell him....."
Wait.
Didn't tell him?
But Louis called him when we were at the hospital.
"He said I didn't tell him"
"Uh huh"
"But.....Louis....you called him...you told me he was on his way to Heathrow...... Then why did he say he didn't know?"
I started to think. Yes. Louis said that he did call Harry to come.
I turned back to Louis get my answer.
He just stared at the TV.
It can't be.
It was either Harry was lying, which was a huge possibility or.....
"He can't answer you"
The familiar voice startled me.
Right.
More drama.
Here we go again.
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I made this chapter short on purpose. I will upload another one today. Bear with the suspense!! Love you guys! Xx
I had to delete and post this chap again as wattpad acted up and my story was all in a mess so I'm pretty sure the comments are all gone. I'm really sorry!
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