Gabriel's POV:

I glanced at my beautiful five years old daughter. She had the same hair as her mom, blonde with the touch of brown. I was proud that she had my hazel color eyes and my height as she was taller than other kids her age.

She laughed and ran ahead of me. "Daddy, look I can run faster than you," she said, giggling and turning her head to look back at me.

I was deliberately running behind her so she would win the race. My reward was to see her smile, thinking that she won.

"Yes, sweetie you are stronger than daddy," I said pretending to be tired.

She stopped running when we reached the area of the park where we play football every Sunday.

"I won! I won!" She screamed and did a mini victory dance. I loved her energy, she loved to enjoy every moment of life. But maybe that's what childhood meant to be.

I threw the ball towards her and she attempted to catch it. I laughed internally at her attempt, knowing she was still so small to actually catch the football in her hands.

"I want a real match!" she demanded, looking exactly like her mother with her delicate and slim hands on her hips. She had a narrow figure but her weight surprisingly was good for her age. But as a parent, sometimes, I get worried about her.

She picked the football and placed it on the ground. I got distracted by a small wooden house that was tied in one of the branches.

As I continued to gaze at the house, my head started to spin. I fell down on the ground on my knees, holding my head in my hands as the pain increased.

Unfortunately, my daughter thought that it was the best time to kick the football. The football hit me on the head and I fell on my back on the ground.

I closed my eyes in pain when I saw a small boy playing with a football in a park. A man was watching him with a proud smile on his face.

"You're a strong guy, Gabriel, but your grandfather is getting old," The man said, taking a football from the boy's arm.

"I want to play more," the boy said with the pout.

Then he gazed around took the hold of boy's arm in panic.

"We can't play more, Gabriel. How about we go back home?" His grandfather said.

"But I wanna play," the boy insists.

His grandfather picked him in his arms and started running. He laughed assuming it was some kind of a new game.

Then his grandfather placed him on a branch of a tree where a wooden box was dangling.

"Can you hid this inside that small wooden house?" He asked him. "I'll send someone to find it."

"If I will do this, would you buy me ice cream?" The boy asked.

"Of course," he said.

The boy nodded and placed a small chip inside that wooden box.

"Now jump my strong boy,"  his grandfather said.

The boy jumped down in the waiting arms of his grandad.

His grandfather began running and straight went to his car. He strapped the seatbelts for him when he noticed some men dressed in black suits chasing them.

"We are going to do some car racing," his grandfather muttered looking angry.

The boy cheered excitedly when his grandfather speeds the car.

Suddenly someone hit them from behind and their car crashed.

"Daddy, wake up! Daddy! Please open your eyes," The voice of a crying girl pulled him out of the dream and he opened his eyes to find a small girl hovering above him with tears in her beautiful eyes.

"Madeline, oh gosh! I'm so sorry, baby," I said, taking her in my arms and trying to calm her down.

"I'm fine, sweetie. Take deep breaths," I said sitting up and rubbing my daughter's back.

"You fell asleep, daddy. Who does that?" She asked.

I laughed at her question. She was right. I mean who falls asleep on the ground in the park in the middle of a football match with his daughter. However, I didn't have the heart to tell her that I actually passed out for a few minutes.

It never happened before and I didn't want it to happen again, especially when I am with my daughter. As the thought crossed my mind I felt scared. If I hadn't regained my consciousness back in time something would've happened to my daughter.

"Madeline Hamilton, daddy is absolutely fine so stop crying," I told her.

"Dad, don't call me with my full name. I don't like it," she said.

I laughed at her and got up from the ground with her in my arms. I didn't like the Hamilton surname as well. I wanted to call my daughter with her real surname that's Madeline Emerson Russell but I knew I couldn't, not yet.

"Let's go back home and annoy your mom," I said with a playful grin.

"Hmm...let's go," she said, wiggling out of my arms and running towards the football.

We left the park and went back home. I unlocked the door and entered the house with Madeline. The first thing we smelled was roasted chicken. Madeline and I looked at each other then grinned, we both loved food.

Madeline kneeled down on the floor and crawled towards the kitchen to scare her mother.

"Hey, love. We're back," I yelled.

Bella turned around from the stove to look at me and caught Madeline in the act.

"You little devil," Bella said looking at our daughter with narrowed eyes.

Madeline turned and glared at me.

"Revenge," she warned me for spoiling her plan. I shrugged making my way to wife.

Bella put the spatula on the counter and grabbed our daughter from her shoulder. She placed her on her hip.

"You need to stop scaring me, young lady," Bella said Madeline.

Madeline pouted and kissed her mommy on the cheek. Belle smiled and kissed her back.

I learned at the counter and stared at them with an amused smile.

"Dad told me to do that," Madeline said pointing at me.

A scowl appeared on Bella's face and she put Madeline down on the floor. She glared at me while my daughter gave me a cheeky smile.

"Darling, I didn't tell her to scare you. I said we will go home and annoy you," I explained to my upset wife.

"You know how paranoid I have become and you enjoy scaring me," she said, sounding unhappy and turning back to the stove.

I wrapped my arms around her belly and rested my chin on her shoulder. I placed a kiss on her neck and she squirmed then turned around only to catch our daughter ready to attack the roasted chicken on the counter.

"Madeline, how many times do I have to remind you that you need to wash your hands before eating?" Bella asked our daughter.

"Sorry, mommy. I go and wash," Madeline said, jumping down from the counter.

"You look upset, love," I said gazing at my gorgeous wife.

Every Sunday I find her making something special for a family. She ditches her usual pencil skirt and blouse and wears casual dresses then do some cooking.

Today she was wearing a red dress which had hello printed flowers. It was an off-shoulder dress reaching to her knees while her hair was wrapped in the red bandanna. Her red lips and large lashes had been fascinating me lately.

She bit her lower lip and I couldn't stop watching her. She looked stressed and hesitant.

I cupped her beautiful face and made her look at me.

"What happened?"

"I'm moody,"

"You are always moody," I teased her.

She gave my arm a playful smack and I flinched in fake hurt.

"I feel like eating a lot nowadays," she said.

"When do you not?" I asked her.

She glared at me, placing her hands on both sides of her hips. "In this case, I'll be soon gaining weight. I  might start to resemble the whale."

"Are you kidding me?" I asked her looking at her flat stomach.

"No!" She replied.

I captured her lips in a feverish kiss. She circled her arms around my neck, responding to me enthusiastically. Her lips move in sync with mine and our tongues battled. Her smell, her taste, and her moans were my addiction.

"Stop kissing, mommy and daddy!" Our daughter shrieked, entertaining the kitchen.

We pulled away from each other, breathing hard with embarrassment gracing our faces.

Our daughter wasn't like other kids; she was different. She didn't have a filter in her mouth and she was very straightforward. She never asked for our assistance in anything and she liked to be independent.

She had a habit of sneaking around and listening to us when we are speaking. She loved to read and explore. She liked cartoons and movies which are mysterious and based on the investigation.

She had caught us kissing many times because we had a knack of forgetting.

"Your mommy just attacked me," I said, kissing my wife on the cheek.

"No, your dad was being goofy," Bella said, turning to the stove and picking the pot then poured the sauce in the bowl.

"Stop arguing, I'm hungry," she said and started stuffing her mouth with roasted chicken.

I smirked at my wife and said, "She is just like you. Feisty."

She grinned, staring at our daughter. "She is just like you. Impatient."

I couldn't disagree with her at that. I knew we had created a little hell of a girl.

After lunch Bella and Madeline went to the backyard to give plants water, they both enjoy gardening while I watched some TV. The day went on like any other Sunday. When the evening approached Madeline started to get sleepy and Bella took her to her room.

While I prepared some popcorns and waited for my wife to come to the living room so we could watch the new movie together.

My phone rang and I stared at the number in a daze. I hadn't talked to him in four years. I had been angry at him for risking my wife's and my daughter's life and taking them away from me. I couldn't give my daughter her actual surname because of the fear that he will find us and come after her again.

I finally picked the call.

"Hello," he said, sounding nervous.

"Why are you calling?" I asked him gritting my teeth.

The line went silent for a few minutes, I thought it went dead.

"How are Bella and Madeline?" He asked me, desperation was clear in his voice.

"Why do you care Nate?" I asked him furiously. "Didn't you put their lives in danger? Didn't you kept my wife hostage when she needed me most?"

"I told you I had to do that to protect her," Nate said. "Bella, understand it now. You have to trust me that I never wanted to put you and Bella through so much pain."

A small part of my heart knew why he did everything. Despite the fact that he took my wife away from me I knew he loved my wife and daughter to death. I knew he would be ready to give his life up to protect them.

"They both are doing great, especially Madeline," I told him.

"The last time I saw her and took her in my arms she was a little baby," Nate replied.

After Bella gave birth, he came to meet us in the hospital. Bella surprised him when she told him that she had named our daughter Madeline. Nate cried that day a lot holding our daughter in his arms, promising to protect her and care for her. The name was special for him because it was his sister's name and Bella picked it to show gratitude to him for his actions to help them escape yet again.

"She has grown up now," I told him.

"I miss her and Bella. I wish I could meet them," he said.

I started to get a very bad feeling when he said that.

"You can meet them whenever you want. We are hiding from Tristan, not you," I reminded him.

"Tell Bella to not call me on the number she has. Also, tell her that she doesn't need to hide from Tristan anymore," he said.

I knew something was wrong with him.

"Nate, what are you going to do?" I yelled.

Suddenly Bella came out of Madeline's room and made her way to me.

"Who are you yelling at?" She asked confused.

"It's Nate. He's up to something and I can tell it's stupid," I told her, handing her my phone.

She took the phone from me in panic.

                                       
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Hello, lovelies!

Here's the epilogue of abducted love. This is the final chapter.

If you want to read about Madeline you can find the book on my profile. The title is "Mending Her Heart".

I hope you all have enjoyed this story and specifically this epilogue. If you did enjoy then don't forget to vote and comment.

Thanks for reading this book...

Published Date:4-April-2017

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