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Sometimes it really is a burden being handsome. If one more person, and I do mean person, hits on me I am going to pop a damn vessel. You do not know how awkward it is to be hit on by another man in front of my children, knowing that I cannot be the savage beast that I am because there are children around and my wife will kill me if I do. To add insult to injury, the guy is a freaking kid.

"-So what do you say, handsome?", the guy asked after flirting for a few minutes.

I could have walked away, but for some reason, I stayed to hear what he had to say. I opened my mouth to retort when another from behind me beat me to it.

"Get lost bitch! He's spoken for", came an all too familiar voice.

The guy placed his hands on his hips, his face falling into a scowl.

"And who the hell are you, his boyfriend?", the guy spat.

I shuddered in disgust. "Dude, that's just no. That's wrong on so many levels and you need to watch your mouth in front of my babies", I retorted sternly.

"Firstly, kids cover your ears for Uncle Tristian", he paused waiting for them to do so. They did before he continued. "Okay, I am family. You are a preying whore that needs to go find you a sugar daddy elsewhere, bitch. How old are you anyway, barely legal? Then this man is clearly married in case you missed the got damn band on his finger. Therefore, you should have never approached him to begin with. So I am only going to tell you once more to get lost before I set it off up in this bitch on my best friend's behalf, his wife and the mother of his children. Your choice", Tristian quipped abrasively.

I snickered at the guy's appalled face.

"Close your mouth, hon. Your breath smells like sweaty balls", Tristian said adding insult to injury.

I chuckled. The Vitro savagery.

"Well-well-"

"Well-well walk the fuck away. Shoo, peasant", Tristian mocked.

"Peasant? Bitch, I am a queen and your so-called cousin didn't seem to mind my presence. He enjoyed my attention", the guy said copping an attitude.

"Blasphemy! You're a fucking lie. I told you that I am married, dude, but you just kept going on about some shit. Like seriously though, who would seriously want your used and abused ass? No-one, especially not me and before you go on a tangent calling me a homophobe, kill that shit. You're easy. You hit on married and taken men, straight men because you feel as though you're fucking entitled. When in reality, you're not and you're just a preying asshole that needs some parenting in his got damn life. So as my brother so kindly put it, fuck off already", and with that ladies and gentlemen, I picked up the twins like logs holding them underneath each of my arms. Then I carried them off as I finally took my leave.

As I took my leave I passed Antonio. Already knowing that he was looking for his boyfriend I nodded my head in the direction I had just come.

"Yo', Tris may or definitely is beating this dude's ass at the information desk. It's not his fault so don't be too mad", I said in passing, not missing the sigh of exasperation he let out as he continued down the hallway.

"Daddy, put us down", groaned Aryan squirming in my hold.

"Yeah, we got legs", Aiden grumbled lying limply under my arm.

"Okay, but you both have to hold my hands. I don't want either of you to get lost or I have to hurt somebody. So let's make it quick. Mommy is hungry", I agreed before placing them down onto their feet.

Goodness, these kids are extra. How I found myself skipping down the hallway to the cafeteria? The world may never know. Not wanting to be subjected to the same thing, I let them walk together in front of me while carried the bags of food back to my baby's room.

Once at the door, I handed the bags to the twins before ushering them inside. I did not want them to hear the conversation that was about to take place. Nor did I want for them to see who the other person was. They did not deserve to see my babies' faces. Hell, she did not deserve to see mine.

"What do you want?", I spat once the door was closed, turning to face her.

She had been leaned against the wall a little way from the room door Omi resides in. I had noticed her almost instantly. The children, however, had not seemed to notice her intrusion. I was grateful for that, but now I needed to get rid of her.

"I just stopped by to see them. I am their mother after all", she said.

"You are the farthest thing from a mother, Madison", I hissed.

She tsked. "I gave birth to them. They are my kids. I am their mother", she snidely retorted.

I scoffed. She has some fucking nerve.

"Mother? A mother wouldn't have abandoned two babies outside in the dead of summer. A mother would have been there for their first day of school. A mother would have been there to teach them how to walk. A mother would have-wait. Why am I even having this discussion with you? You are not their mother. My wife is. Even after just giving birth to our third child she is still a mother first. There is nothing here for you, Madison. So fuck off", I sneered.

"Congrats. Now give me back my kids", she spat obviously not liking my words.

I let out a chuckle while running a hand through my hair. She has to be smoking crack.

"I can't give you what isn't yours. Fuck, can you even tell me their names? What do you want? You never bothered to be a part of their lives so why start now? The last time you showed up you tried to tear my family apart and ruin my marriage. I will end you before you even get the chance if that is your intention. So tell me and stay the fuck out of our lives", I quipped.

"I want my children back", she stated.

Again, I chuckled.

"Do you hear yourself?", I laughed.

"I mean it, Nathan. I want my children back and I am prepared to take both of you to court", she sneered.

"Then fucking do it. Do it, Madison. No judge will side with the likes of you. So go right ahead. You won't win", I hissed.

She chuckled almost deliriously.

"They are mine. I will have my kids back. I had them. Neither of you went through the shit I did to have those little bastards. They-"

"Are not your got damn property! They are children, they are our children. Naomi and I have been raising them and I will be damned if I let you take them away from us. Now get fucking lost like you did last time, bitch", I barked, raising my voice as anger consumed me.

"Sir? Ma'am? Is everything okay over here? You both need to keep it down or leave. There are babies and mothers resting on this floor."

I turned apologizing to the nurse for being loud before redirecting my attention back to the disgrace of a mother. I have never wanted to strike a female before so badly. I was just that pissed.

How fucking dare she show up after how long demanding for the twins back as if they are lost property? How dare she claim Aiden and Aryan as hers? Where was this energy from the beginning?

We may have given birth to them, but she is no mother. She abandoned them. If it had not been for Omi and I. I do not even want to think about it. We left them in harm's way while she went on with life as if they never existed. Who the fuck does that to someone as precious as innocent children? A monster, that's who.

"You are not taking them from us", I declared through clenched teeth.

She smirked placing her hands on her sides. That smirk did not sit right with me. It was as if she knew something that I did not. It was ominous in a way.

"Honey, while your breath because my children will be back with their rightful mother. I will be seeing you soon, Nathan", she sing-song.

"Fuck off", I spit having heard more than enough of her bullshit.

Turning I entered the room closing the door behind myself. I was livid, but I would not allow her to spoil such a wonderful occasion for my family. Today is about welcoming my baby girl into the family and celebrating her birth. The party shit can wait for another time.

So that is what I did. I celebrated Anya's birth with my family. I took pictures holding my baby girl. I took pictures of the twins holding their baby sister. I took pictures of her in her mother's arms while she gazed upon her adoringly.

Nothing would steal our joy. At least, that what I had believed up until a few hours had passed. A few hours later while the kids had been watching TV and I fed Anya as Omi slept peacefully in her hospital bed, a woman entered the room with two police officers.

You could not imagine the devastation I felt watching helplessly as Aiden and Aryan were taken away from us. They screamed and cried for us. Their cries for us had woken Omi who instantly went into a panic trying to get to them. As weak as she had been, she still tried to stand from the bed to get to them as they were carried from the room screaming for us.

"No, no, NO! AIDEN! ARYAN! NOT MY BABIES! NO!", Omi screamed as I stood by helplessly trying to soothe a wailing Anya who was startled badly by the commotion.

I was at a loss for what to do. Tears were spilling from my eyes as I rocked Anya in my arms while still clutching the crumbled court order in my fist. Everything seemed so surreal. Naomi's cries for our stolen children sounded like white noise to my ears. I do not even remember placing Anya back in her bed nor do I remember placing a kiss to the forehead of my still wailing daughter. All I remember is faintly hearing Naomi's voice as she screamed my name, then I was engulfed in darkness.