Chapter 131

Ella

~ 1 week later ~

“How about this for a name? Jake Owen Knight? Sounds catchy to me” says Kris as reads a list of names. Kris and I currently going over baby names as I was officially at 34 weeks and decided that now would be a good time to start thinking of names.

My belly slightly bigger than the week prior when I was only 33 weeks and trying on wedding dresses. A dress I couldn’t wait to show the guys until the day finally came. A dress I hoped they would love just as much as I did if not more.

“Add that to the maybe pile” I say. Kris currently in charge of writing down names as both of us sat upon my bed within my room.

The boys all off doing various things without me knowing. Reece, Dylan and Caleb each off doing something behind my back that when I moved to ask them what, all they would tell me in turn was not to worry, that it was a surprise and I would see it soon enough.

Kris quick to speak again. Her voice drawing my attention once more.

“How about Elijah Lane Knight?”

“Mmm… I don’t know.”

“Why not?”

“I just don’t… And I can’t seem to place a finger on it.”

“Ella… you need baby names. Your almost due. Stop being so picky about names and just choose one already.”

“I’m not being picky.”

“Yes you are. Now choose”

“FINE!” I move to yell out, suddenly annoyed with her. “Add it to the maybe pile okay. I’ll decide later.”

Quick to roll her eyes does Kris move to do as told. Kris quick to add Elijah before moving on to girls. Kris hoping the girl names would be a lot easier for me than the boys.

“What do you think about calling your girl Faye Ryan Knight?”

When hearing the name Faye do I move to arch a brow. The name not horribly bad just not what I wanted in terms of a girls name. Kris opting to ignore my response to the name as she moves to write it down anyway. Faye instantly added to the maybe pile along with any other’s we managed to find.

The twins finally moving which typically signaled when it was time for me to eat because they were hungry or restless. My hands soon moving to that of my giant belly as I move to feel them yet again. Their kicks stronger than before.

Kris quick to notice which causes her to pause. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Just in time for lunch” I say with a tiny laugh.

Kris soon laughing with me as well before we both move to search for a clock. The clock along my desk soon reading 11:30 am which meant we had been baby planning for about an hour since we started hashing out names at 10:30 that morning.

My routines a little slower than normal now that I was further along within my pregnancy. My belly quick to grumble which causes me to sigh as I move to look down at my belly. A slight frown rising as I move to speak up. “Alright, Alright. Let’s go find you some food, geesh.”

Quick to nod, do we finally move to leave the room. Kris and I both making our way slowly towards the stairs when suddenly we pause. The sound of someone yelling now being heard as we pause along the stairs.

“WHERE IS SHE?!”

“WHERE IS SHE?! I DEMAND TO KNOW NOW!”

The voice loud and powerful. A voice not one I knew by heart as Kris and I both move to investigate the sound. Both of us slowly making our way down the stairs only to pause yet again. The voice getting louder and louder the closer we got. My eyes soon spotting three large powerful men now standing within the living room with their backs facing the stairs. The same stairs that Kris and I were currently standing nearby as we watched.

My gut telling me that these men were not here to play nice. No. My gut was telling me that these men were dangerous and if you weren’t careful enough then you’d end up getting hurt or worse end up dead.

Mrs. Foster’s voice soon ringing within the room as she moves to speak up. Her voice firm when speaking. “I’m afraid I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

Kris and I both moving to take a peak around the corner when a male’s voice moves to speak yet again. “Lies. All lies. I know she’s here. And for that, I demand to see her, she’s my daughter and I deserve to see her after all.”

At the mention of daughter, do I silently gasp. For there was only one man that I knew who would ever consider me to be his child and he was dead. So who exactly was this man, and why was he claiming to be my father when my real father was dead unless… My eyes soon widening at suddenly realizing who it was.

Fear rising within me as I move to whisper slowly. “No.” My eyes still wide even as I move to back away. Kris quick to notice as she moves to look at me carefully. Both of us unaware of another until it was suddenly too late and my body moves to back into them.

A big, tall somebody as firm hands move to clamp down along my shoulders which causes my head to move up only to see a man with dark brown hair, steele-gray eyes and a small scar along his face. His face void of any emotion as we continue to stare at one another silently.

Kris frozen as well even as another man moves to approach. The person in question quick in grabbing Kris before we’re both pulled in the direction of the living room and to where the man and his men both stood.

One of them quick to speak upon entering the room. “Hey Boss, look. We found two little snoops just standing near the doorway.” The voice thick with a Russian accent as the man in question moves to turn around. A man who claimed I was his daughter now moving to greet me. Our eyes soon locking with the other as blue-gray eyes and lush black hair soon greet my vision.

Covered tattoos soon peek beneath his shirt as I move to study his body. The man clearly 6’4 maybe 6’5 and built like a God for someone his age. His body clearly built with muscle to spare as we continued to watch the other. The man in question soon moving to speak as his voice rings with Russian as well.

“Ah… there she is. My sweet little dochenka (daughter).”

My mind instantly drawing a blank as to what the word had meant. Not one to know Russian off the top of my head, does the man before me continue to smile. The man quick in opening his arms to me in form of a hug. A hug I did not want to offer but do so out of fear. My arms tentatively moving to hug him back as he moves to hug me in return.

My body now tense. Unmoving. Too scared to do anything else even as he moves to pull back. His eyes quick to look me over yet again. His next set of words both foreign and painful as it cuts me like a knife.

“Heavens. You look so much like your mother. My sweet little Kukolka (Doll).”

Tears now threatening to fall from within my eyes at the mention of my mother. A man who never once tried for us, for me, now had the audacity to bring her up within my presence like she actually mattered. Like we actually mattered. Tears rising the longer I stood rooted within the room as I continued to watch a man claiming to be my father. A man I barely knew as he continued to speak so highly of my mother like she was the air he craved.