Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107 

“Every good deed counts, Emmett. When you grow up, you’ve got to be the kind of guy who helps out, you know? Lending a hand to someone else is like helping yourself.” 

“Uh–huh. I will be a good boy, Mommy.” 

Elysia chuckled, “Let’s put today’s drama behind us, okay? When we see Blossom and your brothers later, let’s not bring this up, alright?” 

Elysia didn’t 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 who’d wronged Mommy, but once Mommy said no, he knew he couldn’t squeal. He had to listen to Mommy; he had to be her sweet boy. 

Elysia smiled and playfully pinched Emmett’s tiny nose. “You’re the best, kiddo. Mommy’s going to hit the restroom. You need to go?” 

“Nope.” 

*How about you come with me, then? I don’t want to lose you.” 

“No way, that’s embarrassing. I’ll wait out here for you.” 

“Okay, then. Don’t wander off, you hear?” 

“Mm–hmm.” 

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 wouldn’t 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 brush–through, and she looked as good as new. 

“Phew…” Elysia exhaled in front of the mirror, flashing her reflection a wry smile. 

A smile a day keeps the blues at bay. Life’s still pretty sweet. Keep at it! 

Pep talk over, she stepped out. But Emmett was gone! 

“Emmett?” 

No sign of the little guy. Elysia’s heart skipped a beat. “Emmett? Emmett, Emmett! Emmett!” 

She called out, but there was no answer. Panic set in, and she started grabbing passersby, asking frantically, “Excuse me, have you seen a little boy? Yay high, five years old, wearing a cream sweater and black joggers, real cute kid.“. 

She rifled through her phone gallery for Emmett’s photo to show around the mall. 

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“This little cutie here, with the chubby cheeks, was just waiting by the restroom for me.” 

“Nope, haven’t seen him.” 

“Sorry, no.” 

After a fruitless search, Elysia broke down crying, “Where are you, Emmett? Emmett, ohh… 

Tears streaming, she fumbled with her phone to dial 911. Her gut told her those women were out for revenge; they’d 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. “Your son’s with us. If you want him safe, do exactly as I say.”