Noah was feeling devastated and heartbroken. He was feeling like he had lost everything. He had lost Samantha, and he had lost the babies. He was feeling like he had lost his future and had nothing left.

Noah felt like he should have been more attentive to her feelings, paid more attention to the signs that there was something wrong. That she hadn't gotten over what happened when she was kidnapped by Liam. Maybe she was still afraid Liam would come back. They didn't know where he was. But Samantha could have talked to him, told him how she felt and her fears.

How could she do this? Noah wiped at the tears staring at the fallen note.

Two weeks later Noah and his parents had hired a private investigator. They were determined to find Samantha and bring her home. They were also determined to find Liam, and bring him to justice for what he had done to her.

His parents had told him to give her two weeks, because probably she needed time to deal with what happened alone, and if they didn't hear from her after that then they would move forward and take some steps.

Noah felt conflicted about his parent's advice. On one hand he agreed that maybe she needed space, and give her that and wait. On the other hand, Noah was feeling like that was too much time, especially with the babies delivery date so close. He felt like they were being passive and not taking enough action.

Well the two weeks had come and gone and there was no word from Samanatha. Noah had almost gone out of his mind waiting and the only thing that had grounded him was being in her room and the nursery. In those unstable times, when he felt he couldn't take the wait anymore, he would go to their house and her and the babies things gave him comfort. Doing that was the only way he didn't go over the edge. He would sit hugging something of hers and picture her there, or it it would remind him that she was still out there, and that he would find her.

The PI was on the hunt now but Noah was feeling like he had to do something because he couldn't handle the waiting and uncertainty. He couldn't just sit back and wait, on the PI while Samantha and the babies were missing. He had to act now, to find her and to protect her and the babies. Take the bull by the horn and do something meaningful to find her.

He went to see her parents hoping to find her mother alone, and not have to deal with her controlling dad who had thrown Samantha out. Her dad would definitely not give him any information even if he knew.

Talking to Samantha's mom was Noah's best bet. He was hoping to talk to her and get information on where she might be. He doubted that Samantha would confide in her parents but Noah had to start somewhere. He just wanted to know if her mom had heard from her or had any idea where she'd be. He was just hoping no drama would ensue, if he came across her dad.

Disappointingly, it was her dad who opened the door, and his expression wasn't really encouraging. Noah's heart sank seeing him. Mr Pierre watched Noah with suspicion and hostility, and Noah knew he had to tread carefully.

Her dad scowled at him. "What are you doing here. I thought I told not to step foot back on this property again!" Samantha's dad said, his voice raising as he spoke

Even though Noah expected this, he was still taken aback by her dad's harsh tone. He swallowed, determined to still talk to him, keeping his tone calm and non-confrontational. "Sir, I'm looking for Samantha."

"You despicable fornicator! What makes you think she's here? She's not welcome here!"

Noah rocked back, apalled by her dad's reaction. He was getting the feeling that he didn't care about Samantha and that he would dismiss him. Was he wasting his time and not going to get anywhere in the conversation with him. "Please Sir, Samantha is missing!"

" Consequences for the path she chose. 'Let sinners be consumed from the earth

and let the wicked be no more.

Psalm 104:35'"

"What is wrong with you!" Noah said pissed, her father's judgemental tone and demeanor finally getting to him. He felt like he had wasted his time coming there. Samantha's dad was not listening to him. He was only spewing religious gibberish, and he wasn't getting anywhere with him. The man was delusional. Noah saw Samantha's mom walking across the room in the back and he called out to her, with the expectation she'd be more reasonable and willing to talk with him. "Mrs Pierre, can I talk to you! It's about Samantha!"

She froze and Noah thought she was going to come over and talk to him because he knew she wasn't going to be hostile and aggressive like her husband. Instead, she stared at him with pleading eyes, wringing her hands, and when her husband turned and glared at her, she walked off. He didn't understand why she was moving so submissive and afraid of her husband. Samantha was her daughter too.

"What is wrong with you people!" Noah yelled. "She's your daughter! Don't you care! She's pregnant!" He knew he needed to calm down and keep his feelings in check, but he felt a wave of anger and frustration wash over him over her parent's behavior.

"Get thee hence, Satan!" Mr Pierre shook the Bible at him.

Noah snapped and aggressively lunged forward to punch him out, but something stopped him.

Mr Pierre scrambled back fear in eyes, his hands trembling on the Bible he held. "Be gone! You are not welcomed here!" Then he slammed the door in Noah's face.

Noah stared at the door, took some deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, then left. He drove aimlessly, trying to clear his head and not think about what had just happened. After half an hour of driving, he felt like he had gotten his emotions under control and was himself again.

Noah couldn't afford to lose control again, or he'd never find her. He needed to keep his cool, not let his emotions get the best of him, and focus on finding Samantha. Where could she have gone and how could he find her. He also needed to think about how he was going to handle the situation with his brother Liam if he turned up.

He drove home and went to their room, deciding to go through her bag and books to see if he could find any clues.

Noah checked her messages, and emails, also her calendar and notes, trying to see if she had any plans or appointments that could give him a lead.

He was in Tennessee on business, making arrangements to open a new restaurant. It was a good opportunity for him, but he was feeling like he had a lot on his plate and that he was juggling a lot of things at once.

He was on his way to ensure he had the right permits with the local authorities and his  legal counsel. Opening this resturant was a lengthy process and there was so much paperwork.

It took nearly half of the day and then he returned to the newly constructed resturant to have a meeting with the designer on the Front-Of-House layout. She showed him what she came up with, the seating capacity, ambiance and decor.

Everything was as he wanted and he was impressed by her vision. They stood discussing some of the finer details and was about  to mention something to her when he suddenly looked up through the window and went pale.

The designer noticed the change in his expression and looked to where his attention was taken, but the person had already passed. When she looked back to him he was rushing for the door.

He ran up to her and grabbed her arm and she jumped in fear, taking a swing with her bag but missed. He towered over her and she looked at him with her heart pounding in her chest, eyes wide, darting about.

Noah was surprised when she took a swing at him but he didn't let go of her arm. "Samantha." He said anxiously  looking at her with a mixture of surprise and anger. "It's  me Noah."

She tried to tug her arm away looking at him, scared and confused. "W-what, who's Noah?"

His eyes narrowed moved over the length of her. Taking  note of the change of colour of her hair. The absense of her belly and her now slender frame. "The babies. Where's  my child Samantha?"

She quickly looked away and then back. "Your child?."

"I want to see him. How could you keep our child from me for three years!" His voiced raised and his eyes grew hunted, his jaw tight  with a tic going.

Samantha's  face was pale and she stared at him with no expression as if he was a stranger to her. " Uhm I think you're  mistaking me for someone else. Yes my name is Samantha, Samantha Bradshaw-Davis.

He rocked back confused. "Davis?"

"Yes Davis, that's  my married name."

He felt all the blood drain from his face. For a second he even felt a whoozy feeling come over him like he was about to pass out." He barely spoke above a whisper. "What?!" His eyes searched her left hand and sure enough there was a ring. Not his but one that was equally beautiful as his.

"You're  married?"

She wiggled the ringed finger in his face, seeing his pallor. "Sure am, and my husband is not going to be pleased about this!"

"You're  kidding me right, this is some joke? Samantha this is not funny!" He grabbed her now by the shoulders and shook her. " I searched two years for you and the babies for two years! Then to hear this bullshit!"

She screeched trying to fight him off. "Get away from me! Help!"

"Hey what are you doing to the lady?" A guy ran to her aid and pushed Noah forcibly away. "Get away from her."

Samantha was crying now. "Do you know this guy?" The guy who came to her help asked.

He turned back to Noah in a rage. "You need to back off and leave her alone!" He pointed up in Noah's  face. "Come let me help you to your car." The guy made sure to keep himself between Samantha and Noah and guided her to her car, making sure she had driven off before he glare at Noah and walked away.

His eyes followed the car as it drove away, taking note of the license plate number. He felt still in a daze, overwhelmed by the whole situation, unable to comprehend the fact that she was married, pretending to not know him and didn't  tell him how the twins were.

When he got back inside, the designer looked at him concerned and asked if he was okay. He nodded and excused himself, informing her that they'd  continue another day. He just felt like he needed some time to compose himself.

He got onto the PI, and gave Samantha's car number, wanting to get as much information about her and the life she now lived. Wasn't too long after that the PI faxed him all the pertinent  information.

He leaned back in his chair reading. She was married to a Dr Davis but her maiden name was Bradshaw. Where did she get the Bradshaw from? He frowned. His eyes widened with the next set of information.They had two kids, twins!! Saint Davis and Shevon Davis. His heart gave a squeeze in his chest and his head was spinning with the information. He hadn't  even seen the twins, yet they were named, in a family and being cared for by a man pretending to be their dad. His head started to hurt with the anger that was building up inside him. How could she do something like that, just dissappear, with not a word and deprive him of his rights as a parent and leave him with no closure. His hands clenched into fist on the desk as he tried to control the raising emotions. He had to remain calm and have a level head to process all this so he didn’t miss anything or act rashly. He read on, two years married and working as a Medical Transcriptionist.

When he was finished reading he closed the file and just rocked back in the chair staring off.

Samantha was still shaking when she got home. The guy had frighten her. He had this notion that she was someone he knew. What was wrong him.

She had picked up the kids from the daycare and Samantha got out and went around the car to take them out. With each on either side they wobbled into the house with her.

She gave them a bottle and left them in front of the television in their playpen to make dinner for when her husband Shaun came home.

He was home around 8pm and by that time the kids were sleeping. "How was work?" She kissed him on the lips and escaped when he tried to pull her into his arms and deepen it. I didn’t  get time to have a bath, she smiled.

"So. I'm  dirty as well." He chased her around the counter and she laughed dashing away from him but he caught her and they did some stinky kisses.  They had been married two years  and they had a strong bond that both of them appreciated.

Samantha pulled away from the kiss still hugging him around the waist. She didn't  want to tell him but she felt like she had to. "I had a crazy experience today."

"Really?" He looked at her adoringly pulling some stray hair away from her mouth.

She nodded. "Yes. This guy came up to me insisting he knew me."

Shaun's  smile fell and.... "He did? That's  odd. Why did he think he knew you?"

Samantha shrugged. "I don’t  know, but he knew my name."

"Maybe you resembled the person he knew."

"I told him that but he was so insistant that I was that person. It really became scary."

Shaun frowned. "He didn’t  attack you or anything?"

"When I was walking away he did hold my arm." She didn't  want to make it sound too serious  for him to get upselt, so she played it off as nothing. "I just shook him off.

"Well if he bothers you again, let me know, and we'd  make a report. He can't  just walk up to strangers and harass them like that."

Samantha nodded and they kissed and fondled somemore. When they came up for air he asked. "So what are we having for dinner?"

'Oh well." She tugged away from him her hands trailing along his chest as she went to dish out the food. "I didn’t  get time to  prepare much so I just re-heated some beans, boiled some rice and did some stew chicken with macaroni salad at the side." After dishing out the first plate, she took another and did the same. "Go ahead and take a bath, I'll come up after you."

The kids were still sleeping when they sat down to have dinner. "One of my patients died today." Shaun said, shifting the food around on his plate with the fork.

"Oh no that's  terrible. What happened?" She looked at him with concern.

Shaun sighed and held Samantha's  hand when she reached out to him. his voice was quiet and somber. "She had cancer, and it had spread to her lungs. She was only 36 years old, and she had a young son. She wanted to live and see her son grow and was fighting hard, but it was too late. She passed away today, and it's a terrible thing to lose someone so young."

"Oh Shaun that's so sad." She came around the table and sat on his lap hugging him, offering comfort and support.

He wrapped his arms around her, loving the warmth of her curvy body against his. He didn't want it to be the first thing he told her when he got home, so when she had asked asked how his day was, he had just said good. His face was buried in her neck.

"At least she's in a better place now and I'm sure you and your team did all that you could have done for her. You can't save everyone Shaun."

He nodded and took a deep breath, retuning her tender kiss. He knew that she was right, but it still didn’t make it easier to accept. He and his team had really done everything they could have to help her, but it was still hard to let go of the hope that she could have been saved. Samantha was right. He was just grateful, she was no longer in pain and at peace.