I followed Ms. Wilson in a room that was not too far from the staircase. The room was clean, white walls and grey carpet. There was a Flat-screen Television attached to the walls. Along with a white chest-of-drawers. There were two chairs on each side of the room. The curtains matched the light blue sheets of the twin bed.

  "This is your room. Henrique is in the room beside this one. When Mr. Bennett bring your things up, neatly place them in the closet, dinner is at seven. Is there anything you need to know?" She was speaking to me as if I was a brat that she was paid to look after.

  "Yes, actually, I'd like to see Henrique." I answered. I needed to see the reason I was forced to be here.

  "No, Ms. Bisson. He's taking a nap and he's not the easiest person to control when he's awake. As soon as he wakes you'll hear him." With that, Ms. Wilson exits my room.

  After all the packing I had done, I was exhausted. I walked over to the bed and lay down.

   I smiled at the softness of the comforter and closed my eyes.

  Just when I'm about to hit deep sleep, I heard a loud screaming. I quickly jump and rub my eyes. The screaming continued so I quickly got up from the bed and follow the noise.

  The noise was coming from the room next to mine. I pushed opened the door to see a baby boy in his crib, standing with his hands on the border.

  Henrique.

This child was my nephew.

The son my sister had abandon.

   I felt a small tear fell from my eyes as I looked in the baby teary face. This was my sisters baby. Her beautiful baby. I walked over to his crib and picked him. Using my finger to wipe his teary eyes, I rocked him on my side. "Shh....It's okay. Auntie is here now."

   I could feel a tug in my heart as he looked into my eyes and calmed down. Why would anyone want to leave him in an office? He is so cute. His eyes were light brown, that of the same shade of his brother.

   It got me wondering, Was Mr. Carter really Henrique brother?

  Little Henrique could have easily pass as his son. They shared the same eye and hair color and they were beautiful alike.

  I shake my head, I shouldn't be thinking like this.

  I rubbed his back as I rocked him back and forth on my hip.

  How could Alliyah do such a thing to her child?

   "Food," he mumbled. I was startled when I heard him. How old is he? He looked just a bit older than a year, did baby speak this early?

  My mother had said we start talking at two and when we did, we were unstoppable.

"Oh, baby hungry?" I asked him.

   He nods his head before he rested it on my shoulder. I rest my hand securely on his back then exit his room. I found myself walking down the stairs. I suspect the kitchen was somewhere down there. I walked but ended up in a dead end. While I was turning to look where to go, I heard water pouring in a sink. I followed the sound which led me to the kitchen.

   Ms. Wilson was washing the pots, I was about to call her but she senses our presence and turn around.

  Not knowing exactly what to do, I say. "He's hungry."

  "So feed him," I raised my brows and she continued. "His bottle is in the fridge, just warm it."

  "Okay, thanks." I said I turned but then remembered to ask his age. "How old is he?"

  She shakes her head then say, "He's eighteen months old," she went back to her task.

    I opened the fridge and took out one of the bottles. I was about to place it in the microwave when Ms. Wilson shouted, "Are you crazy? You don't put baby bottles in the microwave, that's a lot radiation for the baby."

  I sighed then ask, "What am I to do then?"

   She points to a pot on the island. "Put some water in that, then place the bottle in the water and put it on the stove."

  I did exactly what she said, then took a seat.

  I lift him the enfant head off my shoulder and look him in the eyes, which was still teary.

  My heart broke when I looked at him.

  I pointed over to his bottle. "It's almost done."

  He used his left hand and rub his eyes.

    I smiled up at him. "You're so sweet. We're gonna have so much fun." I lightly pinch his soft cheeks. He let out a smile. "Wow, you have just a beautiful smile." I pulled him close and rub my nose against his. He started giggling and I laugh. "You like that..ah...you like it."

   "You beautiful eyes too, not ugly like my grey one."

Grey.

  I totally forgot about Grey, he hadn't been in the room when I woke up.

  "Ms. Wilson have you seen my dog around?"

   "Yes, Ms. Bisson, he's with the other dogs at the back." She assured me without looking from her task.

   "The other dogs?" The only time Grey got to see other dogs were at the Park and now he's with other gods.

  "Yes, he's with Mr. Carter's dogs at back."

  It made sense now that Mr. Carter was so friendly with Grey, he was a dog person. Taking my mind off my dog who was probably enjoying himself, I looked back at the baby in my hand.

   I hadn't had a lot of encounters with babies in my twenty-six years of living but holding this one in my arms made me think I knew all there is to know. It felt right.

  He felt right in my arms. Like he was made for me.

   I turn to look at the pot and the water in it was starting to boil up. I got up and quickly take the bottle out of the water before it got too hot.

   I didn't want to stay in the kitchen, so I start walking around until I find a huge settee. When I was seated Henrique reached out for his bottle.

  I gave him the bottle and he brought it to his lips immediately.

This baby was a big boy after all.

   When he finishes drinking the milk from the bottle, I lifted him up and patted his back until I hear the loud belch.

"Good boy."

   I stood up from the settee with the intent of going back to my room but change my mind. I needed a tour of the place, after all, I will be living here until my sister decided to show herself. I might as well get used to it from now.

   The décor of the house was the same throughout, wooden floors, wooden furniture and classic chandeliers. It was like a fairytale house, big and spacious. The cream walls were full of beautiful paintings and a few abstracts.

   The further I walked in the closer I got to the sounds of barking dogs. Ahead of me was a French window, beyond it showed a beautiful garden. Curious to know what else was behind those doors I walked over to it. The door was opened so I just easily slipped through it. I followed the stone pathway which was surrounded by beautiful flowers. As I walked further down the path I heard the barking getting louder. Soon enough I am looking at a gazebo and four dogs playing around it.

   Grey along with a Labrador and two Shih Tzu was playing with a ball. I smile at the funny sight. Two big dogs against two tiny ones, it was just too cute.

   "You've woken up." A disembodied voice said. I look to the right, the direction of the voice to see Mr. Carter with a ball in his hands. It seemed as if he was playing with the dogs as well.

  "Henrique was crying so I had to get up."

   "Ah! I see." I looked at the baby in my arms. "Have you walked around the house as yet?"

   "Not really, It's a really big house. I heard the barking, so I followed the noise to here." I look back at the playing dogs. Grey had still not acknowledged my presence. "Your dogs are beautiful, what are their names?"

  He looked over at the dogs, "The Labrador is Cloudy." He points at the male Shih Tzu, "That's Bell and the female is Perry."

"Cute names. Are they friendly?"

"Very."

  I smile. I was happy that Grey finally had friends that were of his species to play with.

  "I see you're getting along well with Henrique." He looks at the baby in my arms. All Henrique attention was on the playing dogs on the yarn.

  "Yes, he's a sweet boy. I didn't know he was this big though. How long have you had him for?"

  "A little over two weeks." That meant that he was with his mother before. He knew who is mother was. Maybe that was the reason he calmed down so quick when I lifted him up. He thought I was his mommy.

  "Can you tell me exactly what happen two weeks ago?"

  He started walking towards gazebo and gesture me to follow him. When I was inside the gazebo I took a seat.

  "My secretary said she wanted to use the bathroom and she said she'd come back and she never did. I got it all on camera. She didn't go in the bathroom, she left the building."

  "Why didn't see leave it at your dad's office and not yours?" I needed to question him because he could be lying. Henrique could be his child.

"I don't know."

  "Are you sure, this isn't your child? He looks like you. Are you lying to me?"

   "No, I'm not. Henrique is not my child. I can show you the letter your sister left along with all the documents for Henrique." As I looked in his eyes, I wanted to believe him.

  "Okay, I want to see them."

  "Alight. I have no reason to be lying to you. Henrique is not my child. If he was, I wouldn't have spent any time looking for your sister. I would have kept him all to myself."

  "But he's your bother, what difference does it make?"

He shakes his head, "A lot."

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    When I returned to my room, my things were there at the foot of my bed. Since I needed to pack out the things I went into Henrique room and got a few of his toys and stuff animals from his playpen. I place him to sit on the ground while I arrange my things.

  As I place my things in the closet I listen to him giggling. I smile. He must have been really lonely before I came, I didn't have anyone to play with him.

  At first, I thought I wouldn't like the baby that was born from my evil sister but not I was completely in love with him. I wanted to cry when I think of what she did to him. He didn't deserve that, no does.

   My sister was like poison, she destroyed everything she came in contact with.

Even her own blood.

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  When it was time for dinner, I place Henrique on my side and walked in the direction of the kitchen, the dining room couldn't be far from it.

  After looking around a for a minute I found the dining room. Mr. Carter was already there at the end of the table. The table was long enough for about sixteen persons. The table was made for a big family.

  Did Mr. Carter have a big family?

   I push the thought out of my head. Whether or not her did, it wasn't my concern. I was here so one reason only, to take care of my sister's baby.

  Spotting a high-raising baby seat beside my Carter, I made my way down there.

"Hi,"

   I didn't get a response, so I place the baby in the seat and strap him down. I took a seat next to Henrique.

  Ms. Wilson came in the room at exactly seven, based on the clock that was hanging over Mr. Carter's head.

   She placed the covered food on the table then went back in the kitchen. Coming out again, this time with two trays. She placed the covered food on then place a small plate in front of Henrique.

   "Enjoy your meals." She turned and exit the room.

   Not knowing what to do, I looked over to Mr. Carter who was looking at his phone.

   I sigh and turn to the baby. At least he got food made specially for him, he could eat any time.

   "You don't have to wait on me, you know. Go ahead and eat whatever you want." I looked over to Mr. Carter whose eyes was still on his phone. Deciding to listen to him, I lift the cover of the dish. The smell of the Curry Chicken hit my nose and then my eyes. It looked delicious. I place the cover on the table and took up the ladle. I took up a scoop of the Curry Chicken and placed it on my plate. I closed back the dish and moved to the other closed dished. I opened it to see White rice. I place some for the rice on my plate then added some of the vegetables from the vegetable dish.

   As I started to eat I heard a loud growl. I look down at my feet, Grey and standing beside Cloudy. She was chocolate brown with light brown eyes similar to her owner. She was beautiful.

"I see you got yourself a nice girl friend." I smile as I looked between the two dogs.

   Grey bend his head and start licking my toes that was pocking out of my flip-flops. I laughed out because it was ticklish. "Stop it, Grey." Being the obedient dog, he is, he stops. The female dog growls beside him so turned to leave with her.

    "Use Protection," I blurt out before I could stop myself. I heard someone coughing. I looked up to see a set of light brown eyes staring me. I bent my head and look at the food in front of me. I could let him see the blush that was coming on.

    That was my favorite line to tell my sister when she went on dates. How step-father Henrique had given us 'the talk' at each fifteen and believe me, it stock with me.

   I guess, Alliyah forgot it because if she had remembered to use protection, I wouldn't be here right now.

  I looked over at Henrique, his table and chair, a complete mess. His face was full of food, it looked as if his face was the one doing the eating and not him.

   Laughing at how cute he looked with mashed potatoes all over him, I picked up a napkin and wiped his face.

"Dear, dear, all clean."

  I involuntarily looked over at Mr. Carter who had began to eat his meal.

   I shake my head. Even when the man was stuffing his face, he looked good.

   I turned back to my food, quickly eating it before it became cold.

   When I was finished eating I looked over at Mr. Carter to see if he was done but as usual his head was in his phone.

   Deciding not to bother him, I stood up from my chair. I removed Henrique from his messy seat. He going to need a shower as soon as possible. He was sticky all over, which made me sticky as well.

We both needed a shower.