Chapter 32: Chapter 32

Kyle's Point of View :

It feels like I was in heaven right now. Seeing the love of my life and our little angel. I can't help myself to stop smiling while staring at them. It's so much fun to feel that finally, I'm with them both. Who would have thought that after six years I would see Twaine and our daughter, again? How did I find out? That's how it is.

Flashback.

"What do you need Mr. Mendez?" Detective Ced asked me a meaningful question. He's one of the best detective I've ever known that's why I trust him. He's also one of my closest friend. I called him because I was restless, it seemed like there was something itching in my body to find out what Twaine’s life had been like in Canada.

“I want you to know all about Twaine Isabelle Montenegro 6 years ago." I told him carefully.

"Is that all?" He smiled and asked me another question.

"That's all." I said sparingly.

"Okay—your request is my command, your Majesty. Expect me to report to you tomorrow everything about her." He even winked at me before finally leaving my office.

"Crazy!" I was just shocked at what he did.

The next day I could hardly sit still in my seat waiting for Ced. Why does he took so long? Annoying!

"Hey, bro!" I immediately stood up when I saw Ced entered my office.

"What took you so long?" I asked him irritably.

"Chilax, I just made sure all the information I gathered was correct," he said laughing then he laid the long brown envelope on my table. I just stared at the envelope he laid on my table. I could feel the trembling of my hands so I couldn’t pick it up.

I'm nervous. "C'mon Kyle! Open it," I shifted my gaze between the brown envelope and Ced.

"You can leave my office now." I said suddenly causing Ced to let out a series of laughs.

"Wtf!" I cursed. What is he laughing at? Tss!

"Is that how you say, thank you? Then, you're welcome." he said calmly before leaving my office.

After Ced left, I quickly picked up the envelope and read the documents contained therein. My chest throbbed one after another until it accelerated so fast that it caused me to catch my breath.

"W-we have a child, I have a daughter!" I almost shout following the flow of tears on my cheek. I quickly returned the documents I had read in the envelope and left my office.

"I need to see them!" I repeatedly droned while driving my car. I quickly reached Twaine's house but was very disappointed to learn that they were just leaving for the airport. I wanted to shed tears at those times but I couldn’t. There was only one thing I knew I could do now, and that was to chase them. I immediately drove to the airport and when I arrived, I looked for her as hurry as I can.

"TWAINE!" I shouted loudly which stopped and startled her. She just looked at me as if she was confused by my sudden arrival.

"Wait up!" I gasped for breath as I approached them. It was only then that I noticed that her friends Ana and Jeremy were also here, just like Twaine's reaction, they also reacted when they saw me.

"What are you doing?" She frowned at me as I took our daughter from her hand.

"I knew it," I can't explain what I feel right now as I stare at my daughter.

"Kyle! What do you think you're doing?" I ignored Twaine in what she was saying. I just stared at my daughter.

"Baby.." I said as my tears flowed one after another. Tears of joy.

"W-who are you?" I was shocked to hear her speak. I hugged her tightly causing her to struggle from my embrace.

"I-" I was about to say that I am her father, but I stopped myself, I look to Twaine asking why she hide my daughter from me.

"Why, Twaine?" I asked her calmly. But it seems stupid that was my question. Of course, she would hide our daughter from me because I was stupid.

"I'm sorry..." she said while crying. I just ignored her at first, I turned my attention back to my daughter.

"I'm your Dad," I confessed to her.

"Mommy," she quickly got away from me and ran to Twaine, she hid herself on Twaine's knees. They look cute together.

"You don't really intend to admit the truth to me? Are you really that mad at me Twaine to deprive me of my daughter as well?" I asked her a series of questions after Ana picked up our daughter and they walked away from us.

"Twaine, why did you do this to me? What's wrong with me? Don't I deserve to know about my daughter?" Twaine just remained silent as she stared at me. I couldn't control myself anymore so I raised my voice to her.

"TWAINE! ANSWER ME, PLEASE!" I quickly knelt down in front of her even though many eyes were staring at us. I do not care anymore. If this is the way for her to forgive me, I am willing to do it.

"Kyle, stand there!" She almost whispered commanding me. But I shook.

"No, as long as you don't answer my questions.."

"Fine! I don't want to hide the truth from you but— I was hurt so much and I'm afraid of being hurt again."

"I’m used to being alone, Kyle, I’m used to being just the two of us, me and my daughter. I was scared, Kyle, I became a coward."

"I'm afraid that when I tell you about our daughter, the same thing will happen again." I understand her reasons but that's still not enough, as a father I have the right to know about my daughter.

"But I've changed," I answered her, but she just laughed at me.

"Really? You've changed? Then, why did you left Sofia? Why didn't you stand up for her?" she was annoyed asking me. So, she knows about Sofia?

"Because you're back. I thought we could still fix our relationship once I broke up." I replied.

"I'm sorry." She said that makes me stop. She shouldn't be sorry because she's not at fault, its all my fault and not her.

"No, it's not your fault. It's not your fault, I'm to blame for this. I understand why you did this." I sencirely said. I could see the shock in her eyes, maybe she couldn’t believe what she was hearing from me.

"How did you know?" She changes the topic.

"I have my ways, Twaine." I answered.

Okay, now that you already knew... can we leave now? We'll be late for our flight," she said as if nothing had happened.

"No! Do you think I'll be allowing you to be away from me, again—and our daughter?" I said quickly. I can't accept that after all, she'll be leaving again—she will leave me again.

"But..." she still wanted to argue with me.

"No more buts, Twaine." I said as if I'm the boss.

"Kyle! A.M is studying there, my job is there too!" she told me angrily.

"Then, I'm coming with you." I smiled in response. She was dumbfounded. Seems like she can't do anything about what I've said. I already have my passport, so, no problem.

End of flashback.

Its been six months since that day happened, the unforgettable day of my life. It was a day when I felt the real joy again. Day which, I was formed again, and most of all, the day on which my family was complete.

Now we are happily together here in Canada, in the very place where Twaine lived for six years and grew up with our daughter, Alexandria Maine.