Chapter 107
Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem ( Elysia and Tarquin)
âEvery good deed counts, Emmett. When you grow up, youâve got to be the kind of guy who helps out, you know? Lending a hand to someone else is like helping yourself.â
âUhâhuh. I will be a good boy, Mommy.â
Elysia chuckled, âLetâs put todayâs drama behind us, okay? When we see Blossom and your brothers later, letâs not bring this up, alright?â
Elysia didnât want Blossom or Elliot and Evan to get upset over something that had already happened.
Emmett scrunched up his little forehead and reluctantly nodded. He was still itching to tattle to his big bros, have them cook up a scheme to get back at those whoâd wronged Mommy, but once Mommy said no, he knew he couldnât squeal. He had to listen to Mommy; he had to be her sweet boy.
Elysia smiled and playfully pinched Emmettâs tiny nose. âYouâre the best, kiddo. Mommyâs going to hit the restroom. You need to go?â
âNope.â
*How about you come with me, then? I donât want to lose you.â
âNo way, thatâs embarrassing. Iâll wait out here for you.â
âOkay, then. Donât wander off, you hear?â
âMmâhmm.â
Emmett stood guard outside the restroom while Elysia went in.
She needed to splash some water on her face, maybe fix her hair a bit so Blossom and the boys wouldnât notice anything off.
Thankfully, she could handle herself well; there was no real damage to her face, just a bit of a tender scalp.
A quick rinse and a brushâthrough, and she looked as good as new.
âPhewâ¦â Elysia exhaled in front of the mirror, flashing her reflection a wry smile.
A smile a day keeps the blues at bay. Lifeâs still pretty sweet. Keep at it!
Pep talk over, she stepped out. But Emmett was gone!
âEmmett?â
No sign of the little guy. Elysiaâs heart skipped a beat. âEmmett? Emmett, Emmett! Emmett!â
She called out, but there was no answer. Panic set in, and she started grabbing passersby, asking frantically, âExcuse me, have you seen a little boy? Yay high, five years old, wearing a cream sweater and black joggers, real cute kid.â.
She rifled through her phone gallery for Emmettâs photo to show around the mall.
âThis little cutie here, with the chubby cheeks, was just waiting by the restroom for me.â
âNope, havenât seen him.â
âSorry, no.â
After a fruitless search, Elysia broke down crying, âWhere are you, Emmett? Emmett, ohhâ¦
Tears streaming, she fumbled with her phone to dial 911. Her gut told her those women were out for revenge; theyâd snatched Emmett.
Then there was the fear of a kidnapper!
Before she could call the police, a strange call came through.
Without thinking, she swiped to answer, and a chilling, unfamiliar voice reached her. âYour sonâs with us. If you want him safe, do exactly as I say.â
Sheâd never heard the voice before, rough and menacing.
Elysia held her breath, her heart pounding as she asked, âWhat do you mean? Who is this?â
Then she heard Emmettâs voice, âLet me go! Let me go, you bad man! I want my mommy, I want my mommyâ¦â
Elysiaâs heart lodged in her throat, âEmmett! Mommyâs here! Where are you, baby? Emmett! Emmett!â
âHeâs with us, safe for now.â
Elysia was gasping for air. âWho are you? What do you want? Donât you hurt my son!â
âJust answer a few questions to our satisfaction, and weâll release your boy. But if you lie, weâll end this right now!â
Trembling, Elysia could barely stand. âAsk away! I wonât lie, I promise I wonât.â