Charlotte walks Sam and the two girls down the hall quietly. Finally she stops and turns around to face them.
"I told them everything about you," she whispers nervously. "So just be calm and keep talking with him. He gets uncomfortable pretty easily."
She goes into the room with them. Oliver is sitting up in bed and looking at the television. She clears her throat to get his attention which she nearly fails.
"This is the first time..." he says surprised and looks at her with excited eyes. His smile runs away slowly.
"Sam, Olivia, and Mila, meet my son, Oliver, your brother," she says to the girls and shows them to him. Olivia immediately walks up to him and takes a seat with a perfect little smile.
"I'm Olivia," she introduces herself. Mila goes after her sister. Charlotte looks at Sam that looks at Oliver with big round eyes.
"Do you understand now why I can't stay with you?" She asks him softly. He looks at her speechlessly. "I have Oliver now as well as...a little girl... I can't pack off now. I need to get my life on track, give them stability and prepare for this little one."
"Did you tell the police who he was?" Sam asks her softly. She keeps quiet and just stares at him. He stands up straight and raises an eyebrow in hatred. "I know who it was."
"H-how?" She asks and glances at the kids before leaving the room to keep their conversations restricted. He follows her out and looks around the hall then at her again.
"You think I don't see it when I look at that boy?" He asks softly and tries to calm down. "Charlotte, I'm not fighting with you. I'm angry because for twelve years you were gone. We had no answers and I had to raise those girls and answer questions about their mom every single day of their lives. He took away your years with us."
"He gave me my kids," she says with tears in her eyes and a lump in her throat. "Yes mostly it was against my will, but I love those kids just as much as I love Mila and Olivia. I thought about them every day that I was kept there. I thought about you...You did an amazing job with the girls."
"Charlotte, why didn't you report him?" He asks.
"Because I want him to suffer the way I had to," she replies angrily. He gives her an odd look. "Jail is not enough for him. After what he did to my little girl, I will never forgive him or give him the chance of getting free from that hell house."
"What did you do?" He asks. She keeps quiet and just then a little voice got her attention.
"Mommy," Millie's voice travels to her. They both look at the little girl.
"Hi, how did you get out of there?" Charlotte asks and goes to her picking her up into her arms.
"Charlotte, you're not supposed to pick up anything," Sam tries to stop her, but she ignores him and goes into the room to introduce her to her girls as well. Sam follows them with his eyes and wipes his hand over his mouth. There's a hopeless sensation burning inside of him. Charlotte is not the person he knew.
11 Years ago
Out of breath, sweat dripping from her forehead, Charlotte sits on the floor crying in pain. She grabs onto the cupboard next to her and tries to get up, but fails miserably.
"Ow!" She grabs her stomach in pain and forces herself to the dish. Getting there, she pushes herself up and gets into the water with her clothes. She throws her head back and screams as her body pushes automatically.
Hours passed, and Charlotte sits on the cold floor holding baby Oliver in her arms. She looks at him and smiles softly as joy fills her.
"Oh Sam would've loved to have a son," she whispers and holds him tighter against him. "We'll get out of here someday. I promise. For now, grow my boy. Be healthy."
Present
Charlotte lays on the hospital bed with Oliver holding her. She looks down at him to see his reaction.
"Mila and Olivia are so nice," he whispers to his mother. "I hope we'll see them more often, mom. It's so nice that they're older than me. Is that man that was with them their dad?"
"Yes," she replies and just stares ahead of her. "Yes, Sam is their dad."
"Are we going to live with them?" He asks and looks at his mother. Charlotte keeps quiet and looks at him. "Are we mom?"
"Will that be a problem?" She asks. He shakes his head in excitement.
"Of course not! Millie will be so happy mom. She has taken a big like in Mila," he says and cuddles up with his mother. Charlotte smiles and holds him in her arms kissing his hair.