Due to popular demand, I updated.

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I'll update soon. I have another chapter done already :D woo!

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Halloween was on its way and Yzabella and Gracie had dragged Samantha and Elena to the mall to get them a costume. Yzabella practically being Gracie's little sister needed her advice on things like this. Even if she was only three and Samantha was pretty certain that it was either Cinderella or Sharpey from HSM would be her costume.

"Mommy! Grace said I be pretty Sharpey!" Yza said dragging Samantha over to the aisle of the store where they were selling all those HSM costumes. "But I want a Ryan; can my brother be a Ryan?"

"I don't know, you don't even know your brother."

"Uhu! Tummy!"

Samantha looked around hoping nobody heard Yza say it out loud. She wasn't ready for that. She hasn't told anyone but her daughter. Not Elena, not Vivian and not even Jamie who she had formed a close bond with over the few years that had come. To think of it, she hasn't talked to Jamie since Martin had gone back with Jessica. She felt a little out. Sure Yza would always connect her to the Tolands but she didn't know if Jessica would be coming at a Friday. She didn't want to risk running into the future/ex Mrs. Fitzgerald. A title she had always wanted but can never have.

"Daddy!" Yza shrieked seeing Martin walking around the store Stefon in his carrier on one hand and a basket for shopping on the other. Surprised, he turned around and was welcomed into seeing his daughter. He gently put down the carrier and took Yza in his arms both hugged each other tight. That's what the effects of not seeing her in about two months.

"Hey sweetie, how are you?"

"I miss you so much!"

"I miss you two babe, who are you here with?" Martin asked looking around for Samantha. She was very over protective of their daughter and didn't let just anyone take care of her. Especially in public places. With their line of work, he couldn't blame her.

"Mommy, Aunt Elena and Gracie."

"Really? Where are they?"

"Don't know."

"Why don't you come with me and your little brother for a bit while we look for them?"

"Little brother?" Yza asked curiously peering at the baby carrier that doubled as a car seat that was next to Martin's feet. "Him?"

"Yup, that's your baby brother."

"Nope."

"Yza, I've been looking all over for you. Aunt Samantha's really worried," Gracie said swooping in and picking Yza up like she usually does when she plays with her. Gracie had been giving specific instructions from her mother and her aunt about getting Yzabella away from Martin. She didn't know what was happening but from the talks that her mom and Danny had been having, Martin left Samantha – again – to be with someone else. His ex-wife. Jhenica – Janessa – Jessica, or something like that. The point was, her Aunt Samantha was once again depressed and lonely and Yza was the only person. If Martin takes Yza away from her, she would have nobody. – Well them, but that wasn't the point.

"Gracie, where's Samantha and your mother?"

"They're at the register paying."

"Oh, well uhm… okay."

"Bye."

Samantha was at the corner of the aisle listening into the conversation waiting for Yzabella to come back to her and warn her to not again do that. She knew that her little daughter would understand, and everything has already been set so that Yzabella would never see Martin again. It was bad. It was... inhumane to take a child away from her father. But she doubted Yza would remember meeting Martin. After all, how many people have memories from when they were three?

"Samantha, can we talk?" Martin asked rounding the corner knowing that Samantha was there. He knew her well enough.

"I uhm... I'm kinda busy."

"Stop ignoring me, you have no right to."

"Excuse me?"

"I wanted to stay with you, remember? You told me to go back to Jessica. You're the one who forced me to stay with her and that you'd give me custody of my daughter. It isn't my fault that it's like this now. So you should stop blaming me."

"I don't need to hear this. I'll see you at work."

Martin stared at her retreating form. Something was different, with her. Something was different. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was different and he wanted to know what it was.