Isabella could tell that something was going on between Nic and this mystery women whom she’d initially believed to be Nate’s aunt. After all, she didn’t know enough about Nate’s family to know if it was true or not, and Nic had never really been much of a sharer. In fact, she’d had to tear every bit of information out of Nic until she was simply too exhausted to care much anymore. With a sigh, the brunette let her shoulders drop when she wasn’t given much choice but to excuse herself with Nate. A pointed gaze was given to the male, feeling as if she was the intruder inside her own home. It was always that way when it came to Nic and the people from his past. She’d known a long time ago that there was no place for her there, nor had there ever been. And frankly, it was stupid to think that those ghosts wouldn’t come up in their future, and while she may not have been a part of his future romantically, she was still attached to him given their daughter. Slowly, the brunette rose from the ground and forced a smile down at the little boy who grabbed onto her hand as she led him towards Esme’s room to put her down for a nap.
It didn’t take long to hear muttered words from the room she’d left behind, though hushed to the point where she could hardly understand a word. Anger began to boil inside of her chest as it only confirmed that there was an hidden past and many lies associated with this woman’s sudden appearance. Therefore, she began to ask questions to Nate about the mysterious woman, such as how long she’d been apart of his life and if he’d ever seen her before. It didn’t take long to figure out that the little boy hadn’t seen much of her and only took her as his aunt because that had been mentioned to him as of late. Something was going on and if it had not been for the little boy and her daughter, she would have confronted the pair that had begun to argue loudly in her living room, to the point where the loud scream had awoken Esme from her nap. “Shoot,” the brunette hissed as she cradled Esme and began to rock her, letting Nate read the book he’d assured her would lull the petite girl back to sleep. It was adorable, though Isabella barely noticed for her mind was on the scene that was hidden from her between Nic and the woman who still resided in her living room at the moment.
Finally, the brunette managed to bring Esme back to a restful slumber and lie her down before sneaking out with Nate. Footsteps slowed in the hallway, pressing the boy to her front as she made them pause in the obscurity of the hallway in order to listen to the conversation that was going on between the pair. It was the mention of a deal that made the brunette pause, hold her breath and listen for any kind of information that was slipped. However, before she knew it, the door slammed shut with a void promise slipping through the air as she and the little boy slipped out of their hiding spot to face the male. It didn’t take a scientist to figure out that the male had been rilled up, though one could see the same sense of anger within the brunette’s expression. However, she’d been able to keep it obscured for the sake of the little boy who’d been abandoned by his so called aunt. “Nic’s gonna set you up a plate of food, Nate. How about you sit down and watch a bit of Tv while the two of us talk. Is that okay?” She asked the little boy as she moved to the TV against the kitchen mantle, turning it on to a channel she knew he liked before turning her attention towards Nic. “Can I talk to you in the living room?”
This was the last thing he cared to do right now. Talk about Nicole, or any relate he had with her. The fact that Alison even allowed her to show up with her son, pissed Nic off. Letting out a heavy breath as Isa excused herself to the next room, announcing her desire for him to follow. This, however, didn’t keep him from taking his time in preparing Nate’s food, while the young boy waited patiently at the table. Talking his ear off, while Nic nodded, and kept up with small talk. Once the food was in front of Nate, he patted the kid softly on the back, and excused himself into the next room where Isabella awaited him. More then aware of what was waiting for him, yet not nearly prepared on the questioning. Sighing, he leaned up against the entrance way, arms crossing as intense orbs fell upon the woman. “I didn’t plan that.” He told her, sincerely. “And it’s a long story, Isabella, I....” He trailed off, as he shook his head, showing pure exhaustion in what was about to come next. Yet, he reminded silent as if to prompt her to begin.
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