Part 2 is here! I’m thinking of writing a part 3 to tie up all the loose ends. Should I?
Part 1 is HERE
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Your eyes connect with his. You tried to look away. It wasn’t happening. Your eyes go glassy. Almost too in shock, you remembered your crying daughter was sitting on your knee.
“Mommy,” she sniffs, “Mommy, I fell and I cut my knee and it really hurts.”
You finally look down at her and see tears streaming down her face, matching the ones rapidly building up in your eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.
“Hey baby, let me see it.”
Your tears well over, accidentally of course. Y/D/N looks up.
“Mommy, why are you crying? It doesn’t hurt too bad. I’ll be okay.”
You see a knee covered in blood. You look on the table to see if you have a napkin left over from your snack, to clean the cuts up with.
Without warning, an inked covered hand is pressing a wet towel onto Y/D/N’s knee.
A warm voice, smooth like honey, chirps in.
“Hey there cutie, what happened that you’re crying so much?”
More sniffles, but the crying it slowing down. Y/D/N explains how her, Tay and Cass decided to go see All Time Low play some of their set, and Y/D/N was racing them there. On the way to the stage, she slipped and scrapped her knee. You look over to where Alex is and an anxious Tay is standing next to him. “I’m so sorry”, she mouths over to you.
You look over at your biggest regret talk to his daughter that he doesn’t know about and listen to animatedly.
“What’s your name?” Y/D/N finally inquires.
He grins a toothy grin that brings a crinkle to his eyes.
“I’m Austin, one of you mommy’s friends, and you, malady?”
“I’ve always loved that name. How about Alex and Tay take you to go find a bandaid and they’ll get you some ice cream? I need to help your mommy now.”
A twinkle flares in Y/D/N at the sound of the words ice cream.
Austin beckons Alex and Tay over. Before she leaves, you give her a kiss goodbye, and Alex picks up Y/D/N. They leave the tent.
His face deadpans. And he looks into your eyes.
“We need to talk. Come outside with me.” His voice is emotionless and your heart starts to pound in your chest faster.
You trail behind his massive form and walk into the bus area.
“I can explain…” You try to find the words to say.
In a voice dripping with sarcasm and malice, he responds, “Oh really? Please elaborate. It’s been five years, Y/N, FIVE fucking YEARS. Not a word, not a call, not even an email. Jesus Christ, you crushed my heart into a million pieces and left. I would love to hear an explanation. We’re you just fucking some other guy on the said, was I not good enough for your tastes?”
Tears are freely flowing down your cheeks. Anger surges in your chest. You screech at him,
“Yeah, I left. I was doing what was best for you, Austin! You’re really going to accuse me of cheating?Believe me, I never fucking cheated on you. I loved you more than anything.”
You’re beyond outraged.
“THEN WHY DID YOU LEAVE?” He’s cornered you. Your back is resting on a bus and his arms are opposite to the sides of your head. You’re still crying and you can see his eyes becoming red around the edges from holding tears in.
You look down to the ground, unable to maintain eye contact. He grasps your chin between his index finger and thumb, and lifts it up. He stairs into your crystal blue eyes, searching for your answers to five-year old questions. Now or never.
Struggling through tears and emotion, you give him what he wants. “I knew for two weeks. You were about to go on tour. The band was getting big. I couldn’t hold you back. It would have burdened you. You deserved to live your life to the fullest.…”
You trail off, thinking of how you’re going to phrase the next part with minimal damage. So you pull out your phone, unlock it, and start scrolling through your photos. Confusion is apparent on Austin’s face.
You find what you’re looking for and place your phone into his long fingered grasp.
He studies the photo. His eyes flutter from the screen to yours multiple times. He inhales.
“Oh my god.” was all he could say. His tears were rapidly falling, almost matching yours.
The photo he was looking at was of a sonogram, taken at your doctor’s office three days after you read the little plus sign on the test. The date was on it. You and Austin were still together at the time.
You can’t hold in your sobs in anymore, and you slowly start to slide down the side of the bus. You hold you head in your hands, breathing becomes difficult.
Word vomit comes out.
“She’s super smart, and looks like a perfect mix of you and me. She loves Disney more than anything, and she’s loving and generous and just like you.”
Austin crouches down to your height and wraps his long arms around your shaking body. He tries his best to comfort you.
“And I’m sorry I kept you from her. I thought it was for the best. You didn’t deserve to be left out of Y/D/N’s life.”
“Shhhhh… Please stop crying. I can’t stand seeing you upset. Five years and I couldn’t look at or love another woman the way I did with you.” A smile forms on his lips at the end.
“She just seemed so happy with you.” You lookup at him. His grasps your face and wipes your tears away with his thumbs.
“I lost five years, I can’t lose anymore.” And he closes the distance between your faces and attaches his lips to yours. You missed the way they fit perfectly to yours. The passion and love in the kiss was one out of the romance books you loved to read.
He breaks the reunion, “I want to come home.”
“Fine with me.”