"Do you think he'll really help," Tim asked as he tapped the pen in his hand on Carlos's business card.
"We don't know the man and he just doesn't seem right in the head to me."
Raising an eyebrow at what Dena just said Tim placed the card back in his grey leather jacket pocket. A feeling of content settled over him, as he saw Mary carry Clair out of the wheel chair, and sat her on the parks fountain's edge, while Dena struggled to get her hair out of her face, before mumbling something about she shouldn't have let her hair down, as a gush of wind blew through the park. Without warning, he pulled the rubber band Dena was about to tie her hair with, and took off running towards Mary and Clair.
"Tim, for goodness sake you're not a child," Dena shouted after him.
Hearing Tim's laughter at what she just said had her promising to strangle Tim's neck, once she got her hands on him.
"I'll do tonight's dishes," Tim said as he saw the threatening look, on Dena's face as she walked up straight to him, watching from the side Mary and Clair laughed, as Tim got down on one knee and began confessing his undying love for Dena.
"Not this time Tim," Dena said before she pulled Tim's left ear.
"Expect the divorce papers first thing tomorrow morning, I've had enough of this abusive treatment," Tim said as he leaned in favour of his left ear.
Letting go of his ear, Dena went and sat beside Clair as Tim rubbed his sore ear.
"I think uncle Tim always tried to get on you and Aunty Mary nerves," Clair said with a smile on her face.
"It's one of his many gifts."
"I'm going to miss this, us being together, especially Uncle Tim," Clair said with a cracked voice.
"Me too," Dena said as she hugged her and held onto Mary's hand as she looked at her.
"Okay people, enough with the girl's mushy stuff, now give way for me, Uncle Tim coming through."
Hearing Clair's chuckling voice, Dena mouthed a silent thank you to Tim as he helped Clair climbed onto his back.
"Any luck finding a job," Mary asked as she watched Tim and Clair made their way toward the ice cream truck.
"Nothing, hopefully the heavens will open and a job is sent our way, lord knows how much we need one."
Nodding her head in agreement, Mary opened the packet of Potatoes chips Tim gave her. Hearing her name being called, Dena looked toward the ice cream truck to see him waving her to go over.
"Whose kid is that," Dena asked when she saw a little boy, who looked to be about three years old, was standing beside Tim and playing with his keys.
"No idea, Clair saw him starring at the ice cream truck tires, he was about to touch the tires, when I quickly gave him my keys to distract him."
"Do you think, he's lost," Clair asked.
"We don't know yet sweetie but if he is, well find his parents," Dena said.
Well you're not homeless, Dena thought as she took in the little boy's appearance, he had on a pair of white and blue sneakers, a light blue stripe shirt and a pair of dark blue jean trousers. Lifting the kid up, Dena was glad he didn't make a fuss or cry, seeing as they've never met the kid before, she was quite surprised the kid wasn't afraid of them.
"Can we just pretend we never saw him and leave him here."
Looking at the shocked expression on Dena's face, Tim couldn't hold in his laughter anymore.
"Chill mama, I'm just pulling your leg," Tim said as Clair couldn't help but laugh along with him.
"I need to take you to the hospital, have you tested for brain damage," Dena said as she began walking with the little boy on her hips back toward Mary.
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"Clair darling you need to go home and rest, we'll make sure, this little one got back to his parents, okay," Tim said.
"We'll just wait here a little while more, before going to the police," Dena said to Mary.
Nodding her head in a somewhat agreement, Clair let Dena kissed her goodbye as she and Mary went home.
"It's being two hours already, I expected a crying and panicking mother to show her face five minutes after we found him," Tim said as he carried the sleeping little boy from Dena.
"Yeah me too, by the way for a three year old he sure is heavy."
"Ten more minutes then we leave," Tim said.
You sure are causing a lot of problem for your mama right now, Dena thought as she watched the little boy breathing lightly on Tim's shoulder. Glancing at her phone, she saw ten minutes had already passed, getting up from the fountain's edge, she and Tim began making their way to the nearest police station.
As they were about to cross the main road from the park, two black SUV's with tinted black windows pulled up in front of them, blocking them from crossing the road.
"Excuse me Sir, Mama, but I believe that kid is not yours," a man who wore, a security guard uniform that, looked similar to the ones being worn by the celebrity bodyguards said.
"He was lost, we found him near the ice cream truck," Dena quickly replied.
"Well I assure you, his mother has being searching for him for the last two hours," the man said.
"Is that so," Tim said as he eyed the man, up and down before giving a cold look toward the, other three men who came out of the second SUV.
As the man who just spoken, stepped forward to take the child, Tim quickly took a step back, this made the other men to quickly move in on him and Dena.
"Well as much as I liked, to believe you, I think we should hand the child back to his mother, in person, that way will know this is not a kidnapping stunt, kids get taken all the time, we wouldn't be able to forgive ourselves if something happens to him" Dena said, this had the man holding up his hand to stop the others from advancing on them.
"I'll have you guys know, I can have the public watching this little spectacle, if I want, now, judging from the SUV's, your uniforms and the insistent of you having this child, I'm pretty sure, he's a rich kid or belonged to someone of great importance, now you guys haven't made any drastic moves, in taking the kid away from us, since you arrived, so that tells me, whoever your boss is, he or she doesn't want the public's attention," Dena said as she looked at the man straight in the eye.
After a minute of Dena and the man's little starring contest, the man finally broke the starring contest and proceeded to open the SUV passenger door.
"Don't worry, we're not gonna kidnap you, you'll get to meet Jordan's mother," the man said as he saw the confused and hesitant look on Tim and Dena's face.
"If we got kidnapped for real and they dump our dead bodies in some rubbish ditch, I'll hunt your dead soul," Tim whispered to Dena as she grabbed his arm and pulled him into the SUV.
Despite the tense situation they're in, Dena was grateful for Tim's sense of humour, in a sense it's also his way of coping through the tough times.
As the SUV doors slammed shut, Dena started to second guess her decision of trusting what the man just said.
"So the little rascals name is Jordan, I was about to name him whiskers," Tim said as Jordan woke up and began to make a fuss in the car.
"Really Tim, whiskers," Dena said as she slapped Tim again for the second time that day, before taking Jordan away from him as the little boy stretched his hand toward her.
"I think he's hungry," Tim said.
Taking out her phone, Dena begin playing the Temple Run game in her phone to keep the kid from crying. Looking out the car window, the neighbourhood they are now travelling through looked familiar to her. As the SUV pulled up the driveway into the Max Lexington mansion, Dena couldn't help but let out a silent curse.
This is the longest chapter in the story so far.
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