It had been weeks since I moved to the mansion, and I hardly saw Markos due to his busy schedule. All of my work taking care of Eva kept me busy as well, but I was happy to be there nonetheless.

It was a Friday night, and i promised to sit and wait for Markos's arrival. It was past nine in the evening, and i started to dose off on a leather couch. Today wasn't an easy day, EVA has been restless all day crying here and there.

I didn't know the time i fell asleep, but i couldn't keep my promise—the day taking care of Eva left me too tired.

When Markos came in late (as usual), he saw me sleeping on the couch. My glasses where off, i was only in a short pajamas pants and a long top that reached my mid thigh.

He sighed and he carried me to my room, gently laying me on my bed. I clung to him tightly, pulling him on top of me, and mumbling things he couldn't hear properly. But i said one louder, and it made him stop in his tracks when he attempted to stand up.

"Dad, don't go," she mumbled. "Stay with me." I pulled the dad closer to myself again.

Markos POV

My Heart clenched at this. She misses her parents, he thought. Where could her parents have gone? My mind was buzzing with many questions about Rachel.

She is kinda of strange thinking about it, she hardly speaks unless asked and she is always on her own, so quiet and lost in her own world.

What could have happened to her to make her the way she is now, looking at her eyes the vibrant fire in her eyes has died totally.

I moved some of the hair from her face and looked at the beauty sleeping underneath me. I traced the curve's and contours of her face, remembering how my wife had looked so similarly.

I gave her a soft kiss on her forehead, and forced myself to stand up despite her still clinging to my shirt.

I discreetly left her room to my room, not knowing someone was silently smiling at my retreating back.

After taking a long shower I went to my daughter's room and gave her a goodnight kiss on her forehead before going back to my room.

When i got to my room, i couldn't sleep. Memories of my deceased wife bombarded me, I miss her so much.

Our happy times before i went to the labour ward that faithful day. We went to a friend's engagement party, and Heather had so much to drink which was non alcohol and eat. We were having such a good time until her water broke that day.

When we got to the hospital, she was immediately sent to the labour ward, and i followed behind to give my wife support. I couldn't let her do this all by herself. I held her hand as she gave birth to little Evangeline.

Her delivery wasn't easy but it was a successful one, so much joy and happiness in the house.

That night we chatted until it was late, and i went home to tell my family about the baby. When i returned the following day, my wife was no more. It turned out, she had internal bleeding that killed her quickly.

The whimpering from the other room beside my room brought me back to the present, I immediately rubbed to the source I knocked on the door several times, and there was no answer, so i entered the room.

Rachel was whimpering in her sleep, thrashing and crying. I shook her gently, but she didn't wake up. I shook her a little harder, and that did the trick.

She jotted awake with sweat covering her forehead and her clothes were wet with sweat like a second skin around her. Her eyes where puffy from crying, and it took her a few minutes before she calmed down because she was breathing heavily.

She was beyond staring at me as if she couldn't believe it was me.

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