Kylee’s eyes widened. “So I can just… take him?”
“If the police verify the order is in the system, and you have identification and proof of maternity, they will assist you in safely taking your son home. Jake will be legally obligated to hand him over. If he resists or causes trouble, it won’t look good for him in court.”
Rio put a reassuring hand on Kylee’s knee. “I’ll be with you. Whatever happens.”
Layla added, “It’s important you stay composed. Let the police handle any conflict. And bring anything you have: his birth certificate, photos, school ID, whatever strengthens that you’re his mother and he’s been living with you primarily.”
Kylee nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Okay. I’ll go.”
Layla’s tone softened. “You’re doing the right thing, Kylee. It’s not just about getting him back, it's about protecting all of your kids from instability and harm.”
Kylee inhaled slowly and stood, a shaky kind of strength returning to her bones. “I’m not letting him grow up thinking I abandoned him.”
Layla gave a small, proud smile. “Good. I’ll call you the moment the documents are processed. Be ready.”
The afternoon sun hung low over the crisp Idaho sky as Rio and Kylee pulled into the parking lot of the football feild. The scent of fresh-cut grass and distant cheers filled the air a typical Saturday for Jake Jr.’s football game. But today was far from typical.
Kylee adjusted the strap of her bag nervously, glancing sideways at Rio. “You sure you want to do this? It’s just a game, and… well, you know how small-town gossip can be.”
Rio smiled that mischievous grin. “I’m here for you and for Jake Jr. Besides, I’m ready to face whatever storm comes our way.”
They stepped out of the car, the usual buzz of the game day amplified by whispers that had already started to spread like wildfire around town.
As they approached the entrance, Kylee could feel the tension in the air, curious glances, furtive stares, and the unmistakable hum of anticipation. She squeezed Rio’s hand. “Let’s just get through this.” Rio’s gaze was steady and protective. “Together.”
The gates opened, and the crowd inside was already gathering, the stands filling with parents and neighbors. But none of them were prepared for the storm about to hit when Rio Riot, the rock star, came to watch Jake Jr.
Rio’s presence was impossible to ignore as he strode onto the field beside Kylee. The crowd erupted immediately, moms, dads, and random fans all recognizing the rock star. Phones were whipped out, cameras flashed, and whispers quickly turned into excited shouts.
“Rio Riot! Over here! Can I get your autograph?” “Hey, Rio! Your music’s amazing!”
Security guards quickly formed a barrier, waving people back with firm hands, trying to keep the crowd at bay. Rio stayed close to Kylee, his jaw tight but eyes scanning the scene, protective.
Kylee felt a swell of mixed emotions, pride that her son’s game was suddenly this big event, but also nervous for Jake Jr., caught in the middle of this frenzy.
“Don’t worry,” Rio said softly in her ear, “I’ve got this.” He held Kylee’s hand tightly as they made their way toward the bleachers, his presence a shield and a storm all at once.
The crowd buzzed with excitement as the game kicked off, but Kylee’s eyes scanned the entrance anxiously. Suddenly, Jake and Jake Jr. appeared, making their way through the crowd.
Jake Jr. spotted Kylee instantly and broke into a sprint. “Mommy!” he screamed, throwing his arms around her. Kylee dropped to her knees, hugging him tightly. The moment felt perfect until Jake’s cold voice cut through the noise.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Jake demanded, his eyes blazing with anger as he reached them.
Kylee stood her ground, her voice steady but sharp. “I’m here to get my son.”
Jake’s lip curled with contempt. “If you weren’t so worried about being a whore, maybe we’d still be together.”
Rio, who had been standing quietly nearby, suddenly stepped forward, his jaw clenched, eyes flashing. “Did you just call her a whore?” His voice was low, deadly calm but everyone around felt the electric charge.
Jake whipped his head around, eyes narrowing. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Rio didn’t back down. “I’m here because I love her. And you? You’re nothing but a liar and a cheat.”
Jake lunged forward, fists clenched. “Get the fuck away from me!”
Rio stood his ground, voice steady and icy. “I’m not going anywhere until you admit what you did. You broke her, Jake. And now you want to act like the victim?”
The crowd was silent, watching the explosive showdown unfold.
