My ex-husband's nightmare - Chapter 41: Chapter 41

Lydia
I stepped out of the room; the nurse stepped in after I did.
Standing in front of the closed door, I smirked. I loved the effect I was having on him. I could see and feel him trying to fight it off.
Meeting in the hospital was not planned, and I don't care why he was here or what he was here for.
All that mattered was the fact that I had an opportunity to get closer to him and get into his skin.
I walked down the hallway. I needed to get food for Melanie and have spent enough time away from them.
I took large strides as I walked back to the room.
My phone rang, a call from mom. She sounded worried. “I'm close,” I said.
I saw Daniel, Mason’s P.A., in the reception. He must be here for Mason.
I was grateful I didn't see Mason while walking back.
Liam sprang into my hand when I opened the door; I held the flask far from him so that it wouldn't pour anything.
I picked him up and walked forward.
Melanie was seated on the bed. I dropped Liam close to the bed; he walked to the couch and picked up his iPad.
I placed a kiss on Melanie's cheek.
“I'm sorry I took so long, I had some things to settle,” I said. Her skin looked pale and her eyes weak.
I bit the inside of my mouth. I hate seeing her like this. “It's fine mom, grandma has been reading a book to me.” She had a smile on her face as she spoke.
After feeding Melanie, I put her to sleep. I sat with Liam on the chair; he had his head on my lap, and I rubbed his hair.
“I was worried, Mom,” he said.
“And why was my baby worried?”
“You stayed out for long. And I thought, like me, you got lost.”
“Mom can't get lost. And even if she does, she'll always find her way back to her babies.” I placed a kiss on his forehead. Assuring him of my love which will never waver.
“When I got lost earlier, I was scared.” He began, and I felt a prick in my heart at the thought of how I had snapped at him earlier.
“I was scared earlier. I thought I wouldn't see you again.” He raised his hand, playing with his fingers. “But mom, you won't believe what I saw.” He began.
I raised a brow, curling his blonde hair over my finger.
“What did you see?” I tried to match his enthusiasm.
Mom Gloria was by my side, reading a book to Melanie, who was sleeping. She read in a low tone, probably in fear of waking her.
But why read to a sleeping child? I'll never understand her.
“You know sometimes in school when some children always said they don't know who Melanie looked like?” I raised a brow; he never told me that.
But I decided not to talk about that for now. He had something else he wanted to say.
“I look like you, but Melanie doesn't look like you.” He sat straight, taking his head away from my lap.
“She don't look like me nor grandma.” He paused and held my eyes.
“But I finally saw someone who looks like Melanie.”
“You did?” he nodded.
I reached for the small bag at the side, which contained the chocolate, and gave him a bar. He muttered thanks and continued.
“He had thick dark brown hair like Melanie, and his face was just like hers.”
“Where did you see this man?” I asked. My mind was already spinning.
“Earlier at the receptionist.” He took a bite from his chocolate and spoke between mouthfuls of it, “He was tall and handsome.”
I had only one person in mind.
Mason.
I could also see the striking resemblance between them. But I've always pushed it away, hoping it would change as she grew, but it didn't.
She looks more and more like him as she grows.
This was one of the reasons why I didn't ever want Mason to see the twins. I fear he may be able to tell that they were his kids and he would take them away from me.
But I can't ever allow that. I can't live without my babies.
I leaned in to wipe the stain of chocolate that had smeared the side of his lips.
“Did he speak to you?” I asked.
He nodded again.
“What did he say?” I asked.
“No,” he kicked his legs on the chair, finishing the bar of chocolate.
I was relieved. “There are people who look alike all around us. It's nothing too much.” I said. He didn't say anything in reply for a while.
Then he said something else, and I tried to listen, but my mind kept reverting to what he said.
Mason has seen him. What if he now has an idea about the twins?
The door opened, and my gaze shifted to see Mia stepping into the room. She closed the door behind her and walked forward.
She should be done with settling the bills of the woman.
She handed me her phone “an urgent call from Italy.” She whispered covering the speaker of the phone.
“I'll be back,” I told Liam and stepped to the side of the room. I stood in front of the window, allowing my eyes to roam around.
People were bustling around. The sun was up in the sky, and rays leaked into the room from the parted curtains.
After the call, I walked to the doctor's office. He had called to see me while I was on call.
I knocked on the door and stepped inside.
He was seated behind his table. Holding an envelope in his hand.
He raised his head when I entered, eyes pinned on me.
A red and blue pen peeped out of his white coat. I walked towards the chair in front of him and sat.
He placed the brown envelope on the table. My eyes trailed over the shelf of books by the side.
“I'm sorry I couldn't give you my full attention earlier,” I said. I held my hands together on my lap.
“Oh, it's fine.” He sent me a smile. My eyes dropped to the envelope. That was the result of the final test they did for Melanie.
“The test results for Melanie are out.”