#when it happens

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[squarratorsideblog]

actually just have everything ive sort of animated so far

[starlightsuffered]

When It Happens

Warnings - break up, unwanted child by father, not accepting child, DNA test, mentions of abortion

Once he'd been the type to bring me flowers weekly. I'd kept a journal of the sweet things he said because I needed to remember his love and creativity. We'd said I love you ten days after we started dating. He said it just felt right, and I agreed. He had showed me a fairytale love I'd stopped believing in.

Now, it was all gone. We hadn't kissed in two weeks, making love was even les frequent. He was always coming home late. The other night he'd even rolled out of my arms when I'd tried to cuddle. I'd muffled my sobs, or at least I hope I had because it would break my heart if he had heard and done nothing. Because of all this, I wasn't surprised at the words coming out of his mouth.

"I'm just so young, I need to be free. You want me home all the time and I want to take on new projects," he explained, using his hands in a way that had once mesmerized me.

"You said you wanted a family with me," I cried.

"I know, I did then, I wasn't lying, but it kinda hit me just how young I am," he explained.

"Yes, and you've done amazing things!" I pleaded. "Let this be another amazing thing that you don't give up on."

"I'm sorry," he shook his head.

I moved out and purged him from my life, except one thing didn't get purged. I realized a few months later that I was pregnant. I couldn't abort the baby, I just couldn't. I still loved Timothée, and though he'd ghosted me as I had him, having this one part of him may not be so bad. I'd always wanted kids anyway, this was a headstart.

Soon I had a beautiful baby girl. I named her Anne. Anne was a bubbly child and looked like Timothée had contributed all her genes instead of half. I got compliments on her all the time, so that's what I expected when I got a tap on my shoulder when I took her on a walk.

"Y/n?" The voice said in disbelief. There he was, messy curls, sunglasses, sweat pants, looking no different one painful year later. I had intended never to tell Anne about her father. How bad it would hurt that he'd left so fast he didn't know she existed, and that he wouldn't want her anyhow.

"Timothée," I smiled and he gave me a friendly hug.

"You get a job as a babysitter?" He chuckled, pointing to the stroller that held my lightly cooing 5 month old.

"No, she's mine," I smiled.

"You move on fast," he said, with a small amount of pain in his voice.

"Um, Timmy," I said, and I pulled back the hood. His jaw dropped, the resemblance was uncanny.

"Didn't move on," I said softly.

"There's no way, you would've told me," he said.

"You ghosted me, I didn't know until later and I had no way to get ahold of you," I said.

"It's just not possible," he said, running a hand over his face. "Here I was coming to tell you I regret what I did, and now this?

"You were?" I asked gently.

"Yeah, I've missed you like crazy," he chuckled.

"I never slept with anyone else, she's yours," I swore.

"I, I need a DNA test, if it's positive, we should try again, even if I didn't want to be a dad, I am now. I'm not going to be a absent one," he swore.

Of course, the DNA test came back positive. Timothée moved us into his huge house. I'd forgotten the luxury he lived in.

I watched him try to parent. I'd always thought he'd be a natural, but he wasn't. He always held her away from him. He handled her like she might crack like an egg. He got frustrated when she cried or threw something she wanted. I told him babies like cause and effect and can't think long term. She's going to drop her soother, because she wants to see what happens, but then she wants it back, so she cries.

"What do you want?" He asked desperately one day as she sobbed. Her identical eyes were welled with tears and her tiny face was red as he offered her toy after toy. She didn't stop.

"I can't do this," he slapped his thighs and got up.

"Because you don't want to," I said with a sigh. He still hadn't accepted her as his child.

"I'm trying my best," he gritted out.

"With actions, not with your heart," I said, rubbing his shoulder. We'd tentatively gotten back together, and our relationship was great, but if we fought, it was about this.

"You always say that," he said, and let me fold him into my arms.

"Timmy," I said, kissing his chest. "You treat her like a child, but not your child."

His head lowered onto my shoulder in shame. He took a couple deep breaths.

"I know," he finally said in a whisper. "Please don't give up on me, I'm trying to get there."

"Promise you'll tell me when it locks in?" I begged.

"You'll be the first to know," he smiled, and kissed my nose.

That night Anne was inconsolable. She was screaming so hard I worried about her throat. I'd tried absolutely everything I could think of, and nothing helped. I was absolutely exhausted. Finally, I did what I tried never to do. I laid down the screaming infant and went into mine and Timothée's room.

"Baby," I rubbed his arm to wake him up.

"Mmm?" He asked groggily.

"I'm really sorry, but Anne won't settle and I've been up for so long. Can you please try?" I begged.

"Only for you," he pecked a kiss onto my lips. "Because you know she hates me."

"She does not," I yawned, and climbed back into bed. To my utter surprise, the crying stopped. I waited, and waited, but no more noise. Then there were thundering footsteps as Timothée slid into the room and bolted to the bed with Anne in his arms. His eyes looked like a starry night, and tears streaked his cheeks now, a familiar scene since Anne was his twin.

"It happened," he said in a voice strained with emotion. "She likes me, and I adore her. She's the most precious thing in this world."

"I don't think I've ever been happier than this moment," I said, crying now too. Timothée pulled me to him, kissing me thoroughly on the mouth, but making sure to not crush Anne who was drifting to sleep.

"She looks so much like me," he said with joy.

"I've been saying so," I chuckled.

"I didn't see it fully until now. Holy shit I love her so much," he said and then looked terrified. "Sorry baby Anne, daddy didn't mean to say a bad word."

This was the first time I'd heard him refer to himself as daddy and my heart soared. He was caressing every part of her, her tiny fingers, her bushy eyebrows, her nose, her lips.

"She's beyond perfect, thank you for giving us her," he said to me, and kissed me again.

"You're welcome," I smiled, overjoyed at this turn of events.

"You can put her in the crib if you want, she's fast asleep," I offered.

"Could I... Could I maybe sit on the bed and hold her and look at her? I want to make up for lost time," he asked sheepishly.

"Yes of course," I said. As I cuddled under the covers I heard Timothée telling whispered stories to Anne. Some were fairytales, some were about his movies, a couple we about us and her. I fell asleep to his happy murmurs and knew he'd never doubt again.

[xielian-gets-his-own-blog-now]

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Lore?? On my son's blog???? I have no idea what you're talking about (this blog loves you too, coffeeshopdrawings)

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