From the moment Nate said he couldn't find us both, I panicked. My whole body shook, terrified for my little baby.

Without her I'm nothing. She's my everything. I needed to find her, but I knew where she was; he had her. He must do.

I stood with my arms wrapped around myself, shivering from the ice cold nightly breeze. Goosebumps decorated my skin, making the hairs stand up. Nate had placed his black jacket around my shoulders as I was too much in shock to move to put it on. I hadn't even thanked him for helping look, how he was taking care of me, and how he'd organised a huge search throughout the whole place. Maybe I was being selfish, but right now I didn't care. I just wanted my baby back.

As soon as I worded that in my head I bent over in hysterics. The tears flowed down my cheeks faster, gushing like a waterfall, and my screams filled my ears. There were no cars on the road, it was as empty as my heart, and so everyone turned to face me as soon as I broke down.

Nate was at my side in seconds. He gripped my tiny body, and held me as tight as possible as he tried his hardest to soothe me. I gripped the collar of his shirt, and tucked my head into his chest. I could hear his 'shh' and 'we'll find her' but I wasn't convinced. Robert would never give her up, he didn't even want her, but if he knew it was hurting me then he wouldn't give her back. My poor baby could be hurt right now, probably frightened wanting her mommy.

"He-he won't l-let her go" I stuttered into his chest, my body feeling comforted by his hand stroking my hair.

Nothing would keep me sane at this moment. Relaxed. Or okay. But right now I was so thankful I had Nate. I didn't realise just how much I loved him, and how much I needed him. Not only because he cared so much about me, but he cared so much about Hope too. We came as a package, and he loved us both the same.

"Baby I'm scared" I added, his silence telling me he agreed. He wouldn't let her go. There was no doubt about it.

"I know baby, but I'm here. We'll find her I promise" I heard his voice crack. He was always so strong for me, but right now he was breaking too. Yet he didn't show it. He kept his expression hard, and his body firm. He didn't give me any indication he was hurting, although I knew he was.

"Let's get you home" he pulled my face back to caress my cheeks, but I shook my head frantically.

"No, no, no. I can't leave" I trembled. I wasn't leaving in case she was here by some miracle.

"Baby I know-"

"No!" I interrupted, screaming at him. My expression changed cold. I wasn't leaving.

He took a deep breath, braced his hands on my shoulders, and said, "okay, but at least let me take you inside. It's freezing"

He waited for my response, studying me intensely. I nodded in the end, and let him gesture towards the front doors. The security guard was ensuring no one entered or left the hotel, as well as the several police officers.

"Miss Daisy?" A deep, old sounding, voice stopped us in our tracks.

I turned around to see a professional looking older man, wearing a checked shirt, black tie, and black coat. He had a badge in his hand, turning it to show me. He was a detective.

"May we have a chat? I need to get your version of the events" he started, edging closer. "I understand this is very stressful for you, but I need as much information as possible" he grimaced, a hopeful look on his face.

"Of course" I muttered. "Can he come in with me" I gestured to Nate. I didn't want to be alone.

"Of course, shall we go inside" he pointed towards the doors we were just about to enter, and swiftly escorted us through to a private, empty lounge.

"This shouldn't take too long, and I do need to record this"

I nodded, my body still slumped into Nates as we simultaneously sat down on the long, blue, suede sofa. The whole room was dark, with low lighting and dark colours. Mainly a midnight blue colour.

"It's okay baby I'm right here" Nate whispered, as he kissed my ear. My body shook under him, trembling in desperation to find Hope. I didn't want to sit here and talk, I just wanted my baby back.

I could feel my chest tightening, my oxygen supply became limited, and my head became a light feather. I was floating. My chest was being pressed down by a ten-tone truck of anxiety, and I hyperventilated under Nate as I tried to catch my breath.

Air.

I needed air. That's how I dealt with this: Air, on my own, in peace. But I couldn't leave. My feet betrayed me, staying glued to the floor, only I wasn't convinced it was my feet; more like my whole body. I realised then that I was gripping Nates legs, my head bowed down as I exhaled and inhaled, trying to overcome my panic attack. I didn't need air, or to be on my own, I needed Nate. He was the remedy to my problems. My daily dose of medicine I was addicted to. He was the source to keeping me calm.

I cried over him, my tears soaking his trousers as he cradled me. He rubbed my back with one hand, and squeezed my hand with the other. Slowly, I started to come down. I was still tense, hype, completely terrified for Hope, but my panic attack started to subdue. My chest became less tight, allowing me to suck deeper breaths in, and my hands stopped tingling too; something I hadn't realised about till just a second ago. I no longer felt like my head was a floating feather too. I blinked, shutting my eyes tightly, and reopened them.

"Fuck, baby are you okay?!" Nate asked, when he realised he could finally speak.

I nodded. I wasn't sure it was convincing enough, but how did I say yes when I really wasn't okay? Yes I was okay in terms of the panic attack had stopped, but overall? I was a mess. So no, I wasn't okay. But the context of his question was yes. So I maintained silence as I let my body come back down to Earth.

"Miss Daisy, this can wait till morning if you like?" The detective suggested. "I don't want to make you anymore stressed out"

I was thankful, but the faster I spoke the better. They needed to know about Robert. They had to know he had her.

As soon as I finished talking to the detective, Nate persuaded me to let him take me home. I knew it was no good staying here, but I somehow felt more safe here. Like I had more chance of finding her if I stayed.

As soon as we entered the apartment her smell tickled my nose, and my stomach began churning for the tenth time since she'd gone missing. My head began to spin again, and my heart ached. It physically broke inside my chest, sending a wave of hurt over me again.

I cried as I locked eyes on her favourite pink teddy bear, cuddling it close to my chest.

"Baby no" Nate knelt next to me, picked me up, and carried me to our bedroom.

He gently lay me on the bed, watching as I curled up around the pink teddy, crying and screaming in pain.

By the time he'd changed me into my pyjamas, my screams had dissipated but my tears were silently running down my red, puffy, cheeks.

There was no way I was going to sleep. How could I sleep when I knew my little girl was out there, lost? I shot up, heading straight for the balcony. I paced back and forth as I tried to think of something I could do, but nothing came to light. I knew that I could go out and search the whole town for her, but I'd never find her. It was painfully obvious what had happened, I just wanted to know how. There was security to prevent situations like this. Unless he had an invite, which was impossible, right?

"Beautiful, come to bed please" Nate begged, slowly edging towards me.

"He got in" I started. "How could he of got in?" I shook my head uncontrollably as I carried on pacing up and down.

"I don't know-"

"Exactly! We don't know." I yelled. "Somehow he's got in, and I want to know why!"

I finally locked eyes on him, and I could see how stressed this was making him. His face had dropped, frown lines were marring his head and, what I believe was dry tears, stuck to his face in the line they'd travelled down his face.

"I know" he came closer, his voice breaking. "I know baby, I'm so sorry" he sat me down on his lap, on one of the patio chairs, and I heard the silent tears fall down his cheeks. A drop of water hit the top of my head, confirming it.

Lifting my head up I said, "I love you so much. I'm so glad I have you"

"I love you too" he croaked, trying to hide the fact he was crying, but he knew I could see.

I was about to drape my arms around his neck when a buzzing came from inside. I presumed it was one of our phones, and instantly jumped up in case it was the police.

God, I hope they've found her. Please tell me they've found her.

I chanted it in my head, my hands fumbling through my bag to find my phone.

As soon as I opened the message I knew it wasn't good. If it was the police they would of called, and this was an unknown number.

He'd attached a photo of her sleeping in a pair of pink pyjamas. He'd brought them new for her, and she looked so innocent lying there. She had no clue what was happening. I dread to think whatever lies he's told her, or whatever he's said to make her trust him. My poor baby.

"Daisy what is it?"

I passed the phone to Nate, my body trembling. Tears were still falling, but they were more aggressive now. I'd also developed a painful migraine, shaking me sick. I just wanted everything back to normal, why did this have to happen? Why couldn't my life be ordinary?

"Fuck!" He bellowed, throwing the phone.

"I'm calling the detective" he stormed off towards the kitchen, and I gazed at him as I realised what I had to do.

"I love you Nate" I whispered as I picked up my phone and made my decision.