Charlotte's POV
"Okay you two need to leave, we just burried my sister and you two want to break into a fight in the middle of my home? Get out. Get out right now." My mother sobbed.
Killian came barreling into the living room trying to hide behind me, terrified from all of the yelling and the two over sized men fighting.
Alex and David turned towards me, wide eyed and questioning written all over their faces. I couldn't handle it, I couldn't face them. Not after what they'd done and how they looked at me. So I grabbed Killian and broke out into a run towards the front door."Charlotte!" I could hear David yelling from behind me, but I just needed to get out of here. Coming back here was a mistake, one of the worst choices that I've made in a long time.
When two arms enclosed around me and they actually lifted me off of the ground, stopping me from running completely. Leaning down and whispering in my ear sounding broken,David's POV Seeing Char run away from me again wasn't something that I could handle. Without thinking I bolted out the front door after her. I couldn't lose her again. Not now, not ever. As soon as my hands wrapped around her I broke, begging her to stop running from me. When her body melts into mine my breath comes to a standstill inside my lungs. Slowly I see her mother come out to collect the little dark haired boy and bring him back inside, reminding me we're not alone. I can see Alex standing off to the side just watching us, with his mouth hanging open. When I finally put Charlie down and she turns around the look in her eyes tells me that I did the right thing coming after her. My mouth opens and closes trying to find the right words to say to her. Tears fill her eyes and I reach out to steady her arm when she starts to sway. "David." She barley whispers."Charlie, w
Charlotte's POV I dreamt of this moment for years, but nothing could prepare me for how it really feels. His lips part and I watch as his chest rise and falls with each quickening breath. Hes for facial hair now, a small amount of stubble around his mouth, lower cheeks and chin. His dark hair forms his forehead, in desperate need of a cut, still styled the same messy way. Its all I can do to take my mind off just how badly I want to grab it and pull it. Hard. His blue irises shine; matching the shirt he's wearing underneath his suit jacket so well. The tattoos that peak out of his shirt collar are new and my fingers itch to run over them, re-learning every part of his body. God. Hes still desirable as ever, still makes my heart feel like it's trying to beat out of my chest every time he looks at me. Neither one of us smiling, just staring at each other, both not sure what to do.
My eyes cast down unable to hold his intent gaze much longer, regret kicks me hard. For not telling him about Killian, for running then, and for trying to run now. My breath catches as the screen door slams shut behind me, I turn to see Killian walk out. My eyes turn to David as his gaze drops to our little boy. Killian is the image of his father. The same dark hair with a curl. Same eyes, same skin. While I rub the top of Killian's head I start to speak, "Killian, baby. i'd like you to meet my friend David." "Hello." Killian smiles happily while waving his tiny hands at David, David fights tears as he waves back to his little boy and the lump in my throat nearly chokes me.The door slams again and my parents appear along with Alex. "We're gonna take little man for ice cream." States my father as he walks over to grab Killian's hand. "Just to give you two some time to talk while you're here." Davids eyes are fixed firm
David's POV It took everything in me not to ring her pretty little neck, no one had ever made me feel this angry or betrayed. But how I felt about Charlie doesn't matter anymore, I came here with the intention of getting her back but now all that matters is our son. "You better find somewhere to live here in Jacksonville because I swear on your life that if you try to take him away you'll never see Killian again. Get your ass up, we're going to get him." I declared while storming out of the house. A keening wall followed me out of the door, faltering me in my steps. It sounded like a wounded animal fighting to hold onto life. Looking over my shoulder I saw her on the floor in a crumbled heap looking up at me. I wanted so badly to just leave her there. For all the heartache and pain she has caused me. I wanted to walk away from all of the bullshit and just go get my son. "Please. Please please, don't take him fro
When I finally found the ability to move I went running after David out the front door. He was standing next to the car with a confounded look on his face. I don't think I've ever seen him look anything but confident and self assured before. Seeing that my heart broke even more, this was my fault. I'd ruined everything we had. But I'll be damned if I let anyone try and take my child from me. When David didn't make a move from his position I found the courage to glance up at him. Still the most gorgeous human being on the planet, the mere sight of him hurt my heart. It hurt because he could never be mine, and I wondered; was it better to have had him only for that little amount of time while only to have lost him? Or would i have been better off not having him at all? My beautiful boy, the wonderful surprise blessing filled the void in my life these last two years and would've continued to do so. I knew I shouldn't of
David's POV After storming out of the house every single emotion that I've tried to block out through the entire god awful conversation with Charlie hits me full force. Her coming back, finding out about Killian, the fact that she left and didn't even bother to tell me about our son. Our son. My son. I have a son. Thats been hidden from me for six years, all because she couldn't wait to give me a chance to explain the situation she thought was going on with Jill. I lost six god damn years with my son because of Charlie and her inability to face problems, and I don't know if I can ever forgive her for that. ----------------- Im still standing next to the car when Charlie blows through the front door, storming down the driveway to come and stand directly in front of me.
David's POV I turn the engine off and look over at Charlotte. God, this is my worst nightmare. How do you tell a kid you're his father when you can't wrap your head around the idea of it yourself? When you don't even believe that it's possible? I know it's true, he looks identical to me, and yet somehow, I feel like I'm in a bad dream. That any second Charlie is going to laugh and say that this is all a bad joke. Then we can pick up where we left off six years ago. I don't want to resent her... but I can't help it. How could she hide this from me? I wish my phone would go off with an urgent message saying that I'm needed on a job somewhere. That there's something wrong in a building site and they need me right away. I want to be anywhere else but here. I grip the steering wheel in my hands as I try to picture how this is going to go. How would I have felt if some stranger turned up and announce
Charlie's POV After sitting in David's car for what feels like a lifetime, I just can't take the tension any longer. This is it, I need to make this right, for everyone. Killian needs a father and David wants to know his son, so he can step up and be the father that our son deserves or Killian and I can move back to California indefinitely. With my new resolve I climb out of the car heading towards the entrance. Hearing the drivers side door open I turn around to wait for David to join me on the side walk. He steps out, a silhouette in the dim sunset. David walks towards me, feet pounding at the earth. Shoulders pushed forward, lips set in a grim line. I go still, waiting- it almost looks like he plans to walk through me, like I'm nothing more than a ghost of someone he once loved. I lick my lips as he grows closer, nerves picking their way through my body. Fighting myself as the desperate need to ru