LUCIA'S POV
"That's it for today, Lucia. we would check the profiles of the children that need a foster home, you can go." Mr. Vernon said and smiled at me.
"Good day, sir." I returned his smile and went back to my desk to collect my things. My phone buzzed again and again but I ignored it. I threw my hand bag over my shoulder and made my way out.
I was stressed and irritated.
"Lucia!" I heard someone shout and turned to see Harry. What the hell is he doing here?
"Wait!" He ran to me.
“Harry? What are you doing here?" I ask as I clutched my bag closely.
“Lucia, how are you?" He took a deep breath.
“Can't men answer straight?" I rolled my eyes and he chuckled. "I am good." I offered a half smile. There's nothing wrong with being nice, Right? Right.
"You?" I asked him.
“Good.” He replied and we both started to walk.
"So...?"
"So?" I chuckled. Why am I chuckling?
"What are your plans for tonight?" He was looking anywhere but me.
"Spending time with my kids?" I told him but it came out as a question. His eyes widened when the words left my mouth.
“You have kids? How many?" He asks excitedly.
“Two, twins." I said and smiled remembering their faces.
“Can I meet them, Please?" He begged.
“You want to meet them?" I asked and he nodded his head like a kid. "Okay..." I agreed and he squealed like a teenage boy who just met his favorite celebrity and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me close to him.
His tall frame was making me look like a small girl in front of him. My head landed on his chest and I wrapped my arms around his torso. His touch was something… different and it felt good.
Very good.
“What the hell!" I heard someone scream. The voice seemed familiar and Harry, as well as I, pulled away. My eyes fell on angry Damon. He was glaring at Harry and if looks could kill, Harry would have been dead already.
"What is going on here?"
He growled, staring at me. I narrowed my eyes at him before smirking. I wrapped my arm around Harry's arm and pulled him closer to me. Damon glared at me and I kept smirking.
“Nothing's going on. We were going to spend some time together, you know? Me, my kids and Harry." I continued smirking knowingly and Damon kept glaring. Harry shifted uncomfortably next to me.
"Right, Harry?” I asked and looked at him, lovingly.
"Okay! That's enough." Damon snapped and pulled me by my arm. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp but his grip tightened. "Don't forget what I can do.” He whispered to me and I immediately calmed down. He wrapped his arm around my waist and looked at Harry, whose eyes were pinned on me.
"You, stay away from her." Damon warned.
"Or what?" Harry retorted.
An evil smile crossed Damon's face and I began to worry.
"Harry please, go.” I begged. Damon and Harry continued to glare at each other and again, I asked Harry to just leave. Then he sighed and walked away from us.
"Let go, Damon." I raised my voice and wiggled out of his grip.
"Stay away from me." I snapped.
“What are you trying to do?" He shouted at me.
"I am not trying to do anything. He just wanted to meet my kids." I answered his damn question, and walked away from him, towards my car.
“Our kids!" He snapped. I rolled my eyes and ignored him. “Don't walk away from me!" He warned, grabbing my arm.
“Or what, Huh?" I pulled my hand out of his. "If you thought that they were your kids, you wouldn't have lied to them about you being 'busy’." I quoted the word with my fingers. "And go out with another woman, while you are engaged to me." I shouted.
“Are you jealous?" He smirked.
"Keep dreaming, Damon" I opened my car door and got inside. I locked the doors and started the car's engine, ignoring Damon's fists on my window. I raised my finger to him and left the place with the memory of the shocked face of Damon.
I was always jealous of other women that Damon spent time with before me, he dated models and actresses. But then, there was me. A naive young lady who became a nanny to a Playboy.
"Hi mommy!" I felt two pairs of arms around my legs and immediately a very big smile found Its way onto my lips. "Mommy, I made a drawing for us." Emma said.
"I made a car with my clay!" Evan exclaimed.
"Wow guys. That's amazing.” I smiled and kissed their heads. They grinned and blushed.
"Hello there, stranger." I heard a voice and looked up to see Liam in an apron, looking very funny. I burst into fits of laughter and he furrowed his eyebrows.
“Why are you laughing?" Liam asked and I continued laughing. "Your mother has gone mad." Liam told the kids.
"You look hideous in that apron, Liam." I laughed and he pouted.
I made my way to my room and changed into my pajamas and an ice cream T-shirt. I washed my face and removed my make-up before going back down. Liam was done preparing dinner and we all settled down on the table. We talked as we ate our food.
“When did you learn how to cook?" I asked. I had thought this would taste like crap, but it surprisingly tasted so good.
"Sophia taught me.” He smiled. I wiggled my eyebrows teasing him and he blushed.
"I need to catch up with her. It's been so long.” I said and he nodded. The doorbell rang, interrupting us and Liam got up to go to the door. I took a look at Emma and Evan and I noticed they seemed off.
"Is everything alright, guys?" I asked and they nodded. Evan had ketchup all over his face, so I took a tissue and cleaned his face. "When did you start hiding things from me?” I asked them. "What's wrong baby?" I asked again.
"Why is daddy not coming?" He asked. I sighed and stood up. "He doesn't love us." His voice cracks.
"Of course I love you. Who said I don't?" I heard Damon's voice. He was standing by the entrance of the dinning room and looking at the kids. In his hands was something which looked huge.
"Daddy!" Emma squeaked and got off her chair. Damon dropped the carry bag on the floor and caught Emma in his arms.
"Hi there, princess." He kissed her cheek. Emma wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.
"Why didn't you come yesterday?" Evan asked.
"I'm sorry, little man. I was busy." He walked to Evan and kissed his head. "Here are some gifts, to make it up to you?" He said with hope.
"It's okay daddy." They both said. Then suddenly something struck me.
Liam!
I didn't tell him anything about these past few days and he just witnessed something like this? Seeing Damon with my kids.... He must be mad at me. I made my way to the living room and found Liam sitting on the couch. He looked up when I sat next to him.
"What the hell is happening Lucia?" He growled.
"I-" He cuts me off.
"You're back with him? He left you, Lucy. He fucking left you when you were pregnant. He wasn't there for you all those years. He hurt you so much and you forgive him this easily?" He scowled.
"I didn't forgive him, Liam." I said. "I think I can never forgive him for what he did to me but, think about Emma and Evan. They need a father." I sighed.
"They don't. They have you, me and your family. They don't need him." He snapped.
"Liam, please. Whatever I do, it's for them. I can't keep them from their father because of my own pain. I am marrying him-" I was cut off again.
"You're marrying him? What the hell? I don't even know about it and I'm your best friend. We should be telling each other everything!"
"I wanted to tell you but I knew you would react this way." I sighed.
"Of course I would react this way, because I can't stand my best friend suffering again. I've seen you these past years. I know how much you suffered. I know how much you blamed yourself for everything that happened. I saw your tears, your pain and I am not ready to see you that way again." He said.
"I promise to not do that again.” Damon interrupted us.
"You stay out of this." Liam snapped.
"Liam-" Damon started.
"No! Don't even start. I promised myself that the next time I see you, I would break your face, so don't push your luck.” Liam warned. I have never seen him this angry and it worries me.
“Liam, please." I begged. "It's my life. Let me make my decisions." I said a little harshly and his countenance dropped. Shit! "Liam, I didn't-"
"Yea, It is your life. What am I? nothing. Make your decisions, do whatever you want, goodbye!" He takes his keys from the table and storms out.
"Liam! Please. I didn't mean it." I call after him, walking along with him, grabbing his arm. But, he shrugs me off.
“Goodbye Lucia, hope you make the right decisions." He said and got into his car. Without giving me a glance, he started the engine and drove off.
I fell to my knees and sobbed into my hands. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would lose my best friend. We've been friends since I arrived here and he's supported me through thick and thin, in my joys and pains. Now… everything falls apart. Why does this happen to me?
I felt two arms wrap around me and pulled me closer to his body. I cried against his chest. I knew what I was doing was wrong but I just needed a hug. I wrapped my arms around him and cried harder.
"It's okay.” He whispered but I know it's not.