“Pregnant?” I whisper.
“Yeah.” She says, tears filling her eyes.
My first reaction is to hug her, but then I can’t.
It was my fault we were in this mess.
I needed to clear my head.
So I walked out.
I wish I didn’t.
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She found comfort in a guy friend. She thought I was walking out on her.
But I wasn’t.
I just needed some space… Some time to sort things out in my head.
I needed time to adjust to the fact that I was going to be a dad.
Johnny is two now. And apparently the time we were apart, (Y/N) got close to (Your best guy friends name), and now they were dating. I was extremely jealous to see the mother of my child with another boy, because I still loved her.
So I was with Johnny at the park on one of the days I got him. He was playing around on the playground when he dicho “Mommy and daddy are going to see a movie tonight.”
And I fucking lost it.
My son was calling this other guy daddy.
He was not his father and would never be his father.
And I loved his mother.
So I did the natural thing, take Johnny back to (Y/N)’s house. When she walked toward us, I stopped her and kissed her. One long kiss.
She started to say something but I cut her off.
“I need us again. When I left that día tu told me about Johnny, it wasn’t because I didn’t want to be with you, it was because I was upset with myself at what I did to you. I had to process some things. I still amor you, and always will. Today, Johnny called (your best guy friends name) daddy. I’m his daddy. We need to be the mommy and daddy together. I miss tu so much.”
Her eyes were watering. “I missed tu too.”
I chuckle. I was sitting outside of the community college on the steps, waiting for Soda to come pick me up. He was late; as usual.
“Yes. I it’s quite refreshing actually.” I tell (Y/N), looking up at the rain.
“Cleanses the mind?” She laughs, sitting down siguiente to me.
“Your hair is gonna get all wet.”
“I don’t care.” She shrugs.
“I thought girls cared about their hair. Especially girls with pretty hair.”
“You really think I have pretty hair?” She laughs.
“Yeah I do.” I grin.
“You don’t seem like the type to be all cute.”
“Well, maybe I like tu that much to be that type.” I grin.
“Really?” She grins, tilting her head to the side.
“Really.” I smile, leaning in as the sparks fly.
