Chapter 25

Tara POV
As I flicker my heavy eyes open, I see I'm in an unfamiliar room. The only thing I remembered was that I had a fight with Chad and I left the house. No! I was thrown out of the house—my own house, for that matter. 
I sit up and stretch my back with a yawn. I remembered I went to the bar and had a few drinks, and after that, I don't have any memory of last night or how I got here. 
I heard the shower stop and the door open, but I was a bit lost in thought about what's happening in my surroundings. I looked at the man at the door. He was still dripping water from the shower, and he used a dry towel to dry his wet hair. 
"What the hell? How did I get here?" I was a bit shaken that he took advantage of me.
He explained to me how he saw me at the bar, drinking like no tomorrow, and how he couldn't help but approach me, but I was being stubborn. We had a brief conversation, and he also told me I slept off at the bar and he couldn't leave me alone because of the drunk, horny men that kept on waiting for me to be alone. He had to wait for me to wake up, and when I did, he offered me a ride home, but I snapped at him and refused because I didn't have anywhere to go. So he asked me to come spend the night at his house, and it took a lot of reasoning for me to accept the offer.
And when I got to his house, like a mansion, I fell unconscious, and he brought me to the room and changed my smelly clothes.
It made sense, but somehow I'm insecure. I hugged my body, hoping he didn't take advantage of me.
"Did you take advantage of me while I was drunk?" I asked with a glare.
"No, Tara, I'm a good guy; instead of asking me questions, you should be thanking me for helping you." I sent a charming smirk, and my heart skipped a beat, especially when he said my name. 
Also, I can shake the fact that his voice sounds very familiar.
"Thank you," I whispered. He really helped me. I don't trust him completely, but he looks like an honest person.
He called his maid inside, and they dressed me in new, clean clothes. It's not really my type of outfit, but I'll take what they offer here. This man is already generous for helping me with my accommodations; I shouldn't be demanding them again.
I remembered me and Chad's fight from last night, and I was sad.
The man came out of the room in his neat and nicely designed suit. Suddenly someone knocked on the door, and Gaston asked her to come in, and she came inside looking troubled.
"Sir, the child has been crying nonstop, and no matter what I try, he just cries more, plus he isn't eating anything I feed her," she said.
I see worry written all over Gaston's face. He rushed out of the room, and I followed up behind him.
Gaston went to the baby's side and cradled him in his hands. My heart dropped silently when I saw the small baby in Gaston's arms. He reminds me so much about my baby.
"Hey, my child, stop crying; it's not healthy." Gaston speaks to the child sweetly, but to no avail.
He continued pampering the baby, but he didn't listen. I hate to see this baby cry. I wonder where its mom is.
I walked up to the baby in his arms, and I smiled weakly.
As soon as the baby notices me, his cries turn to small hiccups and tears. I bite my lower lips as the baby pulls his hands out for me to carry him. 
I looked at Gaston, who looked so surprised and confused. 
"May I?" I pulled my hands out to carry the baby, and Gaston was hesitant, and the baby's lower lip started to tremble because I didn't carry him.
"Hey, hey, no need to cry," Gaston said, passing the baby to me, and I embraced him, blinking the tears in my eyes and sucking in my breath. 
The baby smiled, and his eyes flickered open with joy. 
I used my fingers to play with him, and he giggled more. Gaston looked every bit surprised, and I turned my gaze to the nanny.
"You said earlier the baby hasn't had anything to eat; call his mother to come and feed him, please," I said, and my gaze travelled back to the baby with his light hazel eyes, so cute. 
I was surprised when the nanny brought out a bottle feeder for breast milk.
I looked at Gaston, who never shifted his gaze from me. I wonder what's on his mind.
"His mother left him," Gaston simply said, and I was shocked. 
"Why would someone do that? That's heartless. The baby looks so innocent, and he's craving his mother's love." I stopped when I realised I was still talking. 
I shouldn't have spoken like that, because now Gaston is upset. 
I collected the baby feeder and brought it to the baby's mouth. 
Gaston watches me attentively as the baby sucks on the milk with so much joy.
"He looks so happy, and he is eating so peacefully without even crying. How do you do it?" Gaston asked, and the nanny was equally confused.
I smiled and shrugged. Even I don't know how whatever I'm doing is working. 
I heard someone coming, and when the door opened, I saw an elegant-looking middle-aged woman and a beautiful lady by her side.
"Gaston, dear," the woman said, smiling at Gaston before she noticed my presence.
"Good morning, mom," Gaston greeted
Wait, did I just come here, Mum?