Four years later
Tyra's POV.
It's been four years since I gave birth to Noah and honestly speaking, these two children are my bundles of joy.
They're almost eight months apart but act like actual twins.
If buy something for one of them, the other one feels bad.
They have the same food preference though. Both love cakes, mint milkshake and both hate veggies. I have to force them to eat.
What amazes me most however is their love for each other. Those two boys are inseparable. I have three rooms in the house but they insist on sharing one.so I turned the third room into a playroom for all their toys and games
An year ago, Mrs. Jackson relocated to Africa so she sold me the bakery and honestly, my business is really thriving. It's known as the best pastry shop in the whole of Toronto.
I love having a simple life with my children and my passion for baking.
I didn't know when Troy's actual birthday was so I just gave him a birthday. January 31. The day he became my son. Which is why I'm in the kitchen late at night baking his favorite raspberry and vanilla cake for tomorrow.
I want it to be a surprise so I decided to do it when everyone is asleep.
"Mummy. I want water,"
When I turned around, I saw Noah scratching his eyes.
"Okay sweetie,"I said and picked him up and placed him on the counter.
"Here you go,"I said and gave him the glass.
"Mummy, who's cakes are those?"
"They're for your brother. Tomorrow is his birthday but don't tell him anything okay?"
"okay. I cross my heart and hope to die,"
"Noah!Dont say such things okay?"I said putting my hands on my waist.
"Sorry mummy,"
"It's okay sweetie,"
"Can I have a bite Mummy?please?"he said with his hands together.
"No baby. Wait till tomorrow,"
"But I want a small bite now,"
"Noah,"
"Mummy I want a bite now,"
"Don't make mummy angry okay? I'll give you a big bite tomorrow,"
"You don't even love me,"He said and ran to their room.
"Baby,"I said following him but when I reached, he has covered his head with a blanket.
I guess I'll talk to him tomorrow after he eats all the cake he wants.
After I decorated Troy's cake, I left it to dry then went to bed.*******************************
Normally, they wake up at about nine or nine thirty so I woke up at eight just to prepare the house and decorate everywhere with balloons and stickers.Once I was done, I went to wake them up but only Troy was in the bed.
"Baby,"I said while tapping his back.
"Hmm... "he said lazily waking up.
"happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Troy. Happy birthday to you,"
"Mummy,"He said with a smile and came to hug me.
"It's my birthday mummy,"
"Yes baby. And I have baked your best cake,"
"Mummy what is the meaning of baked?"
"It means cooking a cake sweet heart,"I said with a smile.
I bathed him and dressed him.
"Mummy, where is Noah?Doesnt he want to wish me a happy birthday?"
"No no darling your brother is probably in the yard because he knows I'll force him to bathe,"I said and we both laughed.
"Let me go get him,"I said and went downstairs looking for Noah.
"Noah. Baby. Where are you?"I called out but he didn't answer.
I looked for him in his usual hiding spot but I didn't find him.
I searched every nook and cranny of the house and I still couldn't find him.
I took Troy and went round the neighborhood asking if they'd seen my son but all of them said no.
I went and left Troy with our immediate neighbor,loise, and went off searching for Noah.
I couldn't file a police missing case because it hasn't been twenty-four hours yet.
What the hell am I going to do?
I drove with tears looking for my four year old son but I didn't find anything.Silver's POV
Canada. I was in Canada for business but I couldn't wait to go back home. These days, I hate traveling especially for business trips.
I looked out the window of my car and saw how people were in a hurry to go to work. Chilly mornings like these have alot of hustle and bustle.
"Stop,"I told my driver when I saw a boy seated on the path holding his knees with his hands and looking around. He seemed lost.
I got out and walked towards him.
"Hello little boy,"I said and squated to his level.
"Hello,"he said shyly.
"Are you lost?"
"No. I ran away from home,"
"Why did you run away?"
"My mummy doesn't love me. She only loves my big brother,"
"And why would you think that champ,"I said with a chuckle.
"She was cooking my brother's birthday cake and when I wanted a bite, she said no and scolded me,"
"Hmmmm.... So you wanted to eat your brother's cake before he even saw it?"
"Mmm.... Hmmm,"He said while nodding his small head.
"How would you feel if your brother ate your cake before you even saw it?"I asked.
"Bad,"he said.
"Exactly Champ. Your mother didn't want your brother to feel bad but that doesn't mean that she doesn't love you anymore. Okay?"
"Yes sir,"he said with a salute.
I laughed at his silliness and picked him up and placed him on top of my car.
"Are you still angry at your mummy?"
"No,"He said while shaking his head.
"Good boy.Now tell me where your home is so I can take you home,"
"I don't remember sir,"
"And have you eaten yet?"
"No,"
"Okay let's go buy you some food,"
He entered the car and we went to the nearest restaurant to get him something to eat.
"What's your name champ?"
"Noah. Noah M Black and my brother's name is Troy M Black,"
"I'm also called Black champ,"I said and laughed.
"Really!"
"yes,"
"Do you have your mummy's number?"
"No,"
"And your daddy's"
"I don't have a daddy sir. My mummy says my brother and I were gifts from above so we don't have a daddy,"
"Your mummy is very smart Champ,"
Once he had eaten,he told me that his mother owned a bakery so I searched for numbers for every bakery shop in Toronto to ask if the owner had lost a son.
When he fell asleep in the car, I tried calling every number I could get but noone had lost a son.
It was now five thirty and I didn't know what to do.Tyra's POV
I've looked for Noah everywhere but I just can't find him.
I'm going to lose my mind I swear.
I sat down on one bench of the bus station and started crying.
Was he kidnapped?
Did he run away because of me?
Where is my son?"Can you please cry somewhere else. I'm trying to find something,"I heard a man's voice say.
I can't find my son and some annoying piece of popcorn is asking me to cry somewhere else?let me give him a piece of my mind.
I turned around and started talking "Excuse me. Last time I checked, this was a public..... SILVER?"
"TYRA?"
It's been four years since I last saw him but he was still the same. he had grown a bit of beard but that's all.
"What are you doing in Toronto Silver,"I asked and bit my cheek.
"I'm here for business and you?"
"I stay here with....., "before I could finish, I saw Noah in his car.
"NOAH?"I said and quickly went to pick him.
"Mummy,"he said and I kissed him all over his face while crying.
"Mummy please don't cry. I'm sorry, "he said while wiping my tears away.
"Please don't do that to mummy again. I almost died,"
"I'm sorry mummy,"he said and hugged me.
I took him to my car because I didn't want him to hear whatever I was going to tell Silver.
"You come and the first thing you do is kidnap my son?"I asked him.
"He is your son?"
"Listen Silver. I don't know what game you're playing but don't involve my children into this,"
I was about to leave but he asked my a question.
"Are they mine?"
"No. Silver. None of them are yours. And Silver, stay away from me and my children,"and with that I drove home.
We picked up Troy from Loise and went home.
"I'm sorry you didn't have your birthday because of me,"Noah said while hugging Troy.
"I can still cut the cake right now. Right mummy,"Troy asked me.
"Of course darling,"
After cutting the cake and eating dinner, the kids went to sleep but I just couldn't sleep. Thoughts of Silver flooded my brain.
Did he already know that Noah is his son?
Is he planning on taking my son away from me?
I sure as hell won't let that happen. No matter what it costs me.
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