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(this story was not written par me-I don't own)
Tagged: degrassi, babydaddy
Declan.
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toi and Declan sat in his very large, very fancy bedroom. It was wide, and spacey, and decorated with both a manly and sophisticated eye. The room held a king sized bed, a bureau, a walk in closet—which had it's own sofa—a desk, a l’amour seat, an arm chair, a feu place, and a flat screen television. The l’amour siège and arm chair were positioned around the feu place, and the télévision hung on the mur to the right of the fireplace. He sat on the l’amour seat, leaning slightly into the right arm. toi sat suivant to him, leaning your back against the back of the sofa, with your feet stretched to the left. His left arm rested comfortable around your shoulders, half on the haut, retour au début of the sofa. Your head rested against the left half of his chest.
The télévision played some trashy horror flick that you'd been dying to see. While toi watched the movie, toi kept your arms around your neck, so that it didn't take too much effort to cover your eyes when someone was brutally murdered. Whenever toi flinched to cover your eyes, Declan looked down at you, laughed, and rubbed your left arm.
The screen went blank and a loud rock and roll guitare solo blasted from the surround sound. As the end credits rolled up the screen toi leaned back, resting your head on his lap and looked up at him.
“It's over!” toi cheered.
He laughed and bent to press his lips against yours.
toi sat up and turned so that toi were sitting normally on the sofa. toi stretched your arms behind your head and sighed. “Now what?”
He walked to the télévision and turned it off. He turned to face you, with his hands on his hips and a smirk on his lips. “Well, it's getting kind of late.”
“Is it?” toi looked at the clock hanging above the feu place. “Holy shit, it's midnight. I should probably get going.”
“But it's midnight.”
“Yeah?”
“And toi live all the way across town.”
“I l’amour ten minutes away.” toi laughed.
He walked and stood in front of you. “You could just stay here.”
“What about your parents?” toi looked up at him, your brow bent in interest.
“Mr. and Mrs. Coyne are away for the weekend.” He took your hand and pulled toi to your feet.
“What about Fiona?”
He pulled toi into him. “What about her?” He wrapped his arms around your waist.
toi stood on your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Well then,” toi sighed. “what did toi have in mind?”
He smiled down at you, and pressed his lips hungrily against yours.
toi smiled into the kiss, as he slid his hands up your back. toi could feel the heat from his skin through your cotton shirt. toi wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, bounced lightly, and wrapped your legs around his waist.
He moved his hands to your lower back, and held toi firmly against him. With his lips still connected to yours, he slowly began walking toward the bed.
- - - -
toi sat in a sturdy plastic chair across from the school counselor. On your lap toi held a binder, on haut, retour au début of which sat a packet of papers and a couple of pamphlets on teen pregnancy. toi nervously tapped your nails against the side of the binder.
“Whatever toi decide, toi can come and talk whenever toi need. I can help toi with anything toi need.” The counselor smiled at toi from across her cluttered desk.
“Thank you.” toi stood, shifting the binder to your left arm, and grabbed your bag from the floor beside the chair. toi slipped it onto your shoulder and exited the office.
As toi rounded the hall on your way to your locket, toi stared down at the haut, retour au début pamphlet. It was about adoption. toi were at the corner when toi collided with another body. The binder and everything on haut, retour au début of it fell to the floor.
“Oh!” toi bent to pick up your stuff. “I'm sorry.” toi looked up as toi pulled your binder up, and found Fiona standing in front of you. “Sorry Fi.” toi smiled at her.
“What's that?” She looked down at the pamphlets.
“Oh, it's nothing.”
“Does Declan know?” She crossed her arms at her chest.
toi pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “No, he doesn't know yet.”
“You shouldn't tell him.”
“What?”
“Think about what'll happen when when the press finds out. They'll have a field day, it'll be in every paper toi can name. My parents will go completely nuts, I'll be a huge mess.”
The cloche, bell rang, signalling the changing of classes.
“I have to get to class.” toi looked down the hall as everyone rushed down the hall.
Fiona smiled at toi and started down the hall.
toi sighed and hurried to your locker. toi didn't want anyone to see the papers toi held. toi got your locker open and shoved the papers in.
Two arms twisted around your waist.
toi jumped and turned.
Declan pressed his lips against yours. “Hello.”
toi turned, slammed your locker shut, then turned back to him. “Hey.” toi sighed.
“What was that?” He laughed.
“Nothing.” toi smiled nervously up at him.
He stared into your ____ colored eyes. “Are toi okay?”
toi looked up into his crystal blue eyes. “Yeah.”
“All right.” He stepped back. “Well, we both have a free period, I thought we'd go and find toi something special to wear to the dîner party tonight.”
“Dinner party?”
“My parent's annual spring party.”
“Oh, right. Sounds good.” toi smiled up at him. “Let's go.”
He grabbed your hand and led toi down the hall. “So I was thinking toi could get something red.”
“Red?” toi laughed. “Why red?”
“Because no one else will be in red.” He held the passenger side door of his car open for you, then rounded to the driver's side.
“But it's spring, no one wears red in the spring.”
“Lots of people wear red in the spring.”
“Why don't we see what we can find.”
He sighed. “Fine.” He turned the car on and pulled out of the parking spot.
- - - -
toi and Declan went out and found a beautiful, slimming, strapless red dress. It fit toi perfectly and accentuated every curve of your body. But unfortunately, toi never made it to the party.
The time toi spent with Declan kept your mind off of your situation, and the conversation that toi and Fiona had shared earlier in the day. But as soon as toi and Declan parted ways, your focus shifted. toi thought out every possible scenario. toi imagined what your life would be like for the suivant ten years if toi had an abortion, if toi gave the baby up for adoption, if toi kept the baby, if toi kept the baby and told Declan, if toi kept the baby and didn't tell Declan, everything. In the end, toi decided that toi were against having an abortion, but toi didn't know whether ou not toi wanted to keep the baby, ou give it up. But toi knew that no matter what toi decided, toi weren't going to tell Declan.
Telling Declan would cause so much trouble for him and his family. toi didn't want to be the most récent reason that the Coynes were in the tabloids. And toi didn't want to cause any problems between him and his parents. And toi certainly did not want to ruin Declan's future.
After returning to school, toi left early. toi didn't tell Declan, but toi called your mom to come pick toi up. toi told her that toi had something urgent to discuss with her, and she agreed to pick toi up.
In the end, your mom promised to help toi with whatever toi decided. par the end of your conversation, she was actually a little excited. Through brainstorming, toi both came up with an easy way for toi to keep the baby from Declan. toi were going to déplacer in with your grandmother in California. She agreed to help toi with the baby. So toi went home, packed up your most important possessions—your mom would be sending toi everything else later—and made one stop before hopping on a plane. toi wrote Declan a letter, explaining why toi couldn't attend the party—of course it was some creative lie—it also explained that toi were leaving for reasons toi couldn't explain, to a place toi couldn't name. toi stopped at his parent's mansion, and gave the letter to the door man.
...
Declan stood in the center of the mansion's dining room. Every room was filled with fancily dressed socialites and their parents, all of which he had no interest in. He had scanned every room, and had yet to find you. The party had started hours ago. He was beginning to become worried. He scanned the dining room, and coming up empty, decided to check with the door man. He pushed through the three rooms between the dining room and the front entrance. He shared a friendly smile with those who recognized him, but ran from conversation.
“William,” he tapped the tall, thickly built man on the shoulder. “have toi seen _____? She's about five five, ____ colored hair. She should be in a tight red dress.”
“I haven't seen anyone fitting that description, but a lady stopped par and asked me to give toi this.” William held out the sealed red envelope.
“Thank you.” Declan took the envelope and turned back into the house. He pushed his way through the living room, into the hall, and up to his bedroom. He kicked the door shut and locked it. He crossed to the sofa, plopped down, and opened the envelope.
He recognized your handwriting immediately. His cœur, coeur raced as he read your curvy cursive words. Your note read:
“Declan,
I'm sorry to do this to you, but I'm not going to make the party. Something has come up, I can't really explain it, but I'm leaving. I'm moving to live with some family members. My parents think it's what's best, and have happily informed me that I have no say in the matter. It kills me to leave on such a big night, after we went out and picked up the dress. It also kills me to leave toi at such an amazing part of our relationship. I'm going to miss toi greatly, but I'm sorry to tell toi that I will not be able to contact you. It's a long, complicated story that I will spare you. Enjoy the party. Knock 'em dead in red.
I l’amour You,
_____”
Declan folded the letter natly, and replaced it in the red envelope. He rested his arms on his legs, and held his head in his hands.
There was a knocking on his door.
“Declan? Open up, it's me.” Fiona's muffled voice interrupted him.
He stood and walked to the door. He opened it and let Fiona in.
She took one look at him, and knew something was wrong. “What's up? The party's not that boring.” She plopped down on the sofa. She noticed the red envelope sitting on the cushion suivant to her. “What's this?” She held up the envelope.
“It's from _____.” He sat beside her.
“Where is she? I was dying to see the 'amazing' dress toi picked out.”
“She's gone.”
“She was here? How long did she stay?”
“No, she's gone, left the city. Left the country.”
Fiona placed the letter on the canapé and looked at her brother. “Oh.”
- - - -
Declan sat in the spacious living room of his Connecticut apartment. He sat on a large black leather couch. He wore sweat pants and a tee. His laptop sat open on his lap, while the fifty inch flat screen across the room was turned on with the volume on low. He was scrolling through a news story, when a request for a video message from Fiona popped up. He accepted.
“Hey.” He smiled into the camera.
“Hello, what are toi up to?” Fiona asked.
“Just reading, what about you?”
“The same actually. I called to share something with you.”
“You didn't call, we're video chatting.”
“You know what I mean. Check your email. I sent toi the link to a story I'm sure you'll want to read.”
“All right.” He opened a new internet tab, and signed into his email. He opened Fiona's email and clicked the link. He was redirected to a news story. The story was titled: Newest Member of the Coyne Family.
“What is this?” He clicked back to the video chat.
“Keep reading.” She answered cheerily.
He skimmed the article in confusion. “This can't be true.” He went back to Fiona. “Where did they get this information?”
“Scroll down to the pictures.”
“Is that _____?”
“It is.”
“That can't be her.”
“I don't know if it is ou not, but I think it's very likely that it is. Listen, Declan, I've got to run, I'll call toi in an heure ou so.”
“Okay, par Fi.”
The video chat ended.
He read the article again, making sure he hadn't misread it. “I have to see her.” He grabbed his cell phone from the black coffee table, tableau in front of him. He dialed a number and held the phone to his ear. “Hello, I'd like to purchase a plane ticket.”
- - - -
toi stood in the fenced in front yard of your tiny, cozy, brick, three lit roomed house. Your hair was long, it hung past the middle of your back. toi wore a pair of blue, straight legged jeans with a white tank-top, and a blue plaid button down shirt. toi held your hands in your back pockets as toi watched your four an old daughter play in a tiny square sandbox.
Aurora Coyne _______, sat in a pile of sand. She wore a pair of stained blue jeans with a stained white Dora the Explorer shirt. Her straight, dirty blonde hair hung down her back, stopping an inch past her shoulders.
“Ror, be careful okay? Mommy's gonna go check on dinner.” toi called.
“Otay.” Aurora answered, as she picked up a shovel full of sand.
toi smiled and walked into the house. toi passed through the neatly set up, red living room, stepping over a few Barbies on the way, and walked into the kitchen. Grabbing an oven-mitt, toi pulled the four open and checked on the chicken pieces that were baking in barbque sauce. Next, toi checked on the pot of water on the stove, it was boiling. toi pulled a box of Parmesan pâtes, pâtes alimentaires mix from the cabinet above the oven, and poured it into the boiling water. After stirring the noodles in, toi walked to the sink and looked out the tiny window above it.
Your cœur, coeur jumped at the sight of a man dressed in dark washed jeans, a white long sleeved button down, and a black dressy vest. He had shaggy red-ish brown hair, and slightly tanned skin. He was standing at the door of the fence, watching Aurora.
toi dashed through the living room and out the front door. toi took a few deep breaths before walking further into the yard. “Can I help you?”
He looked up and fixed his gaze on you. He seemed to be studying you.
toi noticed his crystal blue eyes, and your cœur, coeur froze as toi recognized him. “Declan?” toi whispered.
“_____, hi.” He placed his hands in his pockets.
toi walked to the fence, taking a long look at your daughter. “Hi, what are toi doing here?”
“I, uh, guess toi haven't been online in a few days.”
“No,” toi crossed your arms at your chest. “I've been...busy. Why?”
“The word on the rue is that the Coyne family has a new, well kind of new, member.” He looked at Aurora.
toi pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and avoided his beautiful eyes.
“So is it true?”
“Yes.” toi looked up at him. “Yes, she's your daughter.”
“Why?”
“What?”
“Why did toi leave?”
From where toi stood, toi could hear the faint buzzing of the timer in the kitchen.
“I'm in the middle of cooking, would toi mind if we continued this inside?”
“Not at all.” He smiled faintly at you, and unlocked the gate.
toi began walking into the house. “Come on Ror, it's almost time for dinner.”
Aurora dropped the rose bucket she held on a pile of sand. She stood, dusted off her butt, and skipped into the house.
toi and Declan followed her.
“Go wash off in the bathroom.”
She ran down the hall and into the bathroom.
toi could hear the scraping of her stood against the tiled floor. toi smiled and walked to the oven. toi turned the four off and pulled the baking sheet of chicken onto the stove. toi then turned the pâtes, pâtes alimentaires off, and dumped the excess water into the sink. Before toi mixed in the seasoning, toi pulled a bag of brocoli from the freezer, poured it in a bowl of water, and shoved it in the microwave.
Declan stood in the doorway of the living room and kitchen. He held his hands in his pockets and studied both rooms. “Cute place.”
toi looked back at him. “Thanks.” toi stirred the pâtes, pâtes alimentaires and poured it in a bowl. Then toi took the chicken off of the cookie sheet, and placed it on a plate. toi sat both on the four seater cuisine table, which was already set with two plates. “Would toi like something to eat? There's plenty.”
“Sure.”
toi walked to the sink, and pulled a plate from the drain board. toi set a place for Declan, across from toi and Aurora. “Ror, did toi wash up?” toi called into the living room.
“Yes.”
“Did toi wash your hands?”
“Yes.”
“And your face?”
“Yes.”
“What do toi want to drink with dinner?”
Aurora ran into the kitchen. Pushing past Declan, she ran to the fridge and pulled it open. Using both hands, she pulled a two liter container of pomme jus, jus de from the lowest shelf. “Apple jewce.”
“Okay,” toi grabbed the bottle from her, and shut the fridge. “Go sit down, dinner's ready.”
Aurora pulled her siège out, and climbed into it.
Declan took the siège across from your empty place.
toi pulled the brocoli from the microwave and fixed it up, then toi poured Aurora a glass of pomme juice. “ Declan, can I get toi something to drink?” toi replaced the jus, jus de in the fridge, and pulled out a pitcher of water.
“Water is fine, thanks.”
Aurora stared at Declan. “Mommy,”
“Yes?”
“Who is he?”
“Why don't toi ask him yourself.” toi placed her jus, jus de in front of her.
“What's your name?” Aurora folded her hands on the table, tableau in front of her.
“My name is Declan, what's yours?” He smiled down at her. He noticed her clear blue eyes and smiled.
“My name is Aurora Coyne ________.”
Declan looked up at toi with a smile as toi approached the table, tableau with two glasses of water and a bowl of broccoli.
“All right, dîner is served.” toi took your siège and unfolded your napkin on your lap. toi took Aurora's plate and cut up half a chicken breast. Then, toi scooped brocoli and noodles onto the plate. toi placed it in front of her, then began filling your own plate.
Aurora picked up a square of chicken with her fingers and stuffed it in her mouth.
“Aurora, use your fork.” toi took your napkin from your lap and wiped her sauce covered fingers.
She picked up her fork, which was a little too big for her hand, and stabbed at another square of chicken.
Declan watched her intently, smiling.
toi kept your eyes locked on Declan. He didn't seem nearly as upset as toi thought he would be.
...
Aurora sat on the cream colored sofa in the living room, her eyes fixed intently on the newest episode of iCarly. toi stood in the kitchen, gathering the silverware and plates from dinner. Declan helped par carrying bowls and plates to the sink.
“You don't have to do that.” toi stood at the sink, preparing to scrub each utensil.
“I'd like to help.” He handed toi the last two plates. “Can I dry?”
toi smiled at him. “Sure.” toi pulled a disk towel from the handle of the four and tossed I at him. toi turned back to the sink and started wetting a sponge. toi worked quietly for a few minutes.
“Why did toi leave?” He finally broke the silence.
“I, uh, didn't really know what else to do.”
“You could have told me.” His voice was soft and sincere.
toi handed him and dish and took the opportunity to look into his eyes. “I did what was best for you.”
“How do toi know what's best for me?” His tone was still sweet.
“I didn't want to ruin your future.” toi spoke into the sink.
“I can't hear you.”
toi continued to scrub a plate, not quite sure what to say.
Declan reached across the sink and pushed the handle, turning the water off.
toi stood with your hands in the sink, staring down at the escaping water.
“Why did toi leave without telling me anything?”
toi looked down at your soapy hands. “I thought it was for the best.”
“Why?”
toi could feel his eyes on you. toi turned, grabbed the towel from him, and dried your hands. “Fiona pointed out that if I told you, the tabloids would make something out of nothing.”
“Fiona? She knows.”
“I ran into her as I was leaving the counselor's office. I had a bunch of pamphlets and papers on adoption and everything, and she saw them. She asked me not to tell you,” toi took a deep breath. “and, I thought it over and found that it was the best option for you.”
“Why would toi possibly think that the best thing for me was to keep my daughter from me?”
“If I would have told you, toi would have insisted that we keep the baby, and toi would have donné everything up to take care of us.”
“That's what I should have done.”
“I didn't want toi to sacrifice your future for me ou my child.”
“She's my child too.”
“I know,” toi sighed. “but I didn't even know what I wanted to do at the time.” toi walked around him and took a siège at the cuisine table. From where toi sat, toi could see Aurora sitting in the living room. “Declan,” toi looked up at him. “I'm sorry that I didn't tell you. There are days when I look at her, and I see so much of you, and I wish that I could go back and change the way I dealt with things.” toi looked back at Aurora. “I know this doesn't help, but it hasn't been easy.” toi turned to look at him. “Since she could talk, it's like she knew toi were missing. One day, after she first learned to talk, she walked over to me, looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, and a dit 'da?'” toi looked down. “I didn't know what to say, she was so young, barely able to understand words. I ignored her question. Then, she learned how to form sentences. And one day, after I had picked her up from preschool, she a dit 'Mommy? Where's my daddy?' What do toi tell a three an old when they ask where their father is? I couldn't tell her that her father didn't know that she existed.”
“What did toi tell her?”
“I told her that her daddy couldn't be with us right now.”
Declan took the siège across from you. “I'd like to get to know her.”
toi leaned your elbows on the table. “I think that's a great idea, but toi can't tell her who toi are, at least not right away.”
“Who I am?”
“That you're her father. She's too young, and she won't understand it. And if toi decide that it's not what toi want,”
“I'm not going to change my mind.”
“Okay, but if toi do, ou something happens that pulls toi away, it'll hurt her a lot plus if she knows that you're her father.”
toi both stared into each other's eyes.
“All right.” He sighed.
“Thank you.” toi stood. “There's another heure until her lit time, so toi can start bonding now.”
“Will do.” He stood and walked into the living room. He sat down beside her. “What're toi watching?”
“ICarly.”
“Oh yeah, what's it about?”
“Carly and her friend Sam and Freddy have a web show.”
“What's happening now?”
“Carly and Sam are fwilling a watermewwon with air.”
toi stood at the sink, listening to Aurora and Declan, and smiled.
...
“She is asleep.” toi plopped down on the sofa beside Declan.
“She's adorable.” He smiled at you.
“Thank you, but I'm not the only one who had a part in making her.” toi laughed. “I really am sorry about everything.” toi nervously pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
“It's all right,” he placed his hand on your leg. “everything is working itself out.”
“You're serious about this right? About being a part of her life. I don't want your money, I just want toi to be a father. That includes montrer up at dance recitals and football games, and being there on holidays, and taking her out every once in a while. And so much more. toi need to be fully committed, she doesn't need a part time father.”
“I don't plan on disappointing you.”
toi smiled at him. “Oh! I have some stuff to montrer you.” toi stood and walked down the hall and into your bedroom. toi returned a minute later with a big box. toi sat it down on the flood in front of Declan, and sat behind it. toi pulled out a giant rose scrapbook, and various articles of clothing.
“What's all this?” He scooted down to the floor across from you.
“This is a bunch of things I saved from when Aurora was little.” toi showed him a tiny rose dress with ruffles. “This is what she wore when she came home.” toi laughed.
“It's adorable.”
“My mom picked it out.” toi rolled your eyes and folded it on the floor beside you. toi pulled out a couple plus outfits, explaining their significance, before putting all of them back in the box, and picking up the photo album. “Okay, here's the good stuff.” toi scooted over so that toi were sitting suivant to him, and positioned the book so that it was sitting half on your lap, and half on his.
He turned to the first page.
“This was taken after she was born.” toi looked down at the pictures. “She weighed six pounds even, and was thirteen inches long.”
“Is that small?”
“Yeah, it's on the smaller side. She's always been small for her age.”
He turned the page.
toi both sat there for two hours flipping through the scrapbook. toi explained every picture to him, often stopping to tell a funny story that goes along with one, ou a few, pictures.
“I've missed a lot.” Declan closed the book and placed it in the box.
“Nah, the really important stuff hasn't happened yet. Luckily she won't remember much from before she was three.” toi could feel Declan's eyes on you. toi turned to look at him, and locked eyes with him.
There was silence for a few moments as toi both just stared at each other.
Finally, toi tore your eyes away from his and stood to put the box away.
“_____,” Declan watched toi move.
toi squatted behind the box and looked at him.
“I've missed you.” He blushed.
“I've missed toi too.”
“I haven't Lost my feelings for you.”
toi looked down at the box. “Declan, don't say that.”
“It's true. Every relationship I've had since toi ended soon after it began.”
toi looked up at him, your eyes flooded. “It's too soon to say that.”
He read your eyes and nodded. “I do l’amour you.”
toi nodded. “And I'll always l’amour you, toi gave me Aurora.”
“Maybe one jour we can l’amour each other for plus than our daughter.”
“Maybe.” toi smiled at him before standing and taking the box back into your bedroom. The tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes quickly dried up, and were replaced par a smile.
Declan watched toi walk, and smiled. He was happy to have toi back in his life.
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(this story was not written par me-I don't own)
Tagged: degrassi, babydaddy
Declan.
Before toi Read: This is important!
If toi see:
“...” between paragraphs, it means that the scene above is over, but the scene below is in the same day.
“- - - -” between paragraphs, it means that the scene above is over, but the scene below is from a different day.
toi and Declan sat in his very large, very fancy bedroom. It was wide, and spacey, and decorated with both a manly and sophisticated eye. The room held a king sized bed, a bureau, a walk in closet—which had it's own sofa—a desk, a l’amour seat, an arm chair, a feu place, and a flat screen television. The l’amour siège and arm chair were positioned around the feu place, and the télévision hung on the mur to the right of the fireplace. He sat on the l’amour seat, leaning slightly into the right arm. toi sat suivant to him, leaning your back against the back of the sofa, with your feet stretched to the left. His left arm rested comfortable around your shoulders, half on the haut, retour au début of the sofa. Your head rested against the left half of his chest.
The télévision played some trashy horror flick that you'd been dying to see. While toi watched the movie, toi kept your arms around your neck, so that it didn't take too much effort to cover your eyes when someone was brutally murdered. Whenever toi flinched to cover your eyes, Declan looked down at you, laughed, and rubbed your left arm.
The screen went blank and a loud rock and roll guitare solo blasted from the surround sound. As the end credits rolled up the screen toi leaned back, resting your head on his lap and looked up at him.
“It's over!” toi cheered.
He laughed and bent to press his lips against yours.
toi sat up and turned so that toi were sitting normally on the sofa. toi stretched your arms behind your head and sighed. “Now what?”
He walked to the télévision and turned it off. He turned to face you, with his hands on his hips and a smirk on his lips. “Well, it's getting kind of late.”
“Is it?” toi looked at the clock hanging above the feu place. “Holy shit, it's midnight. I should probably get going.”
“But it's midnight.”
“Yeah?”
“And toi live all the way across town.”
“I l’amour ten minutes away.” toi laughed.
He walked and stood in front of you. “You could just stay here.”
“What about your parents?” toi looked up at him, your brow bent in interest.
“Mr. and Mrs. Coyne are away for the weekend.” He took your hand and pulled toi to your feet.
“What about Fiona?”
He pulled toi into him. “What about her?” He wrapped his arms around your waist.
toi stood on your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Well then,” toi sighed. “what did toi have in mind?”
He smiled down at you, and pressed his lips hungrily against yours.
toi smiled into the kiss, as he slid his hands up your back. toi could feel the heat from his skin through your cotton shirt. toi wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, bounced lightly, and wrapped your legs around his waist.
He moved his hands to your lower back, and held toi firmly against him. With his lips still connected to yours, he slowly began walking toward the bed.
- - - -
toi sat in a sturdy plastic chair across from the school counselor. On your lap toi held a binder, on haut, retour au début of which sat a packet of papers and a couple of pamphlets on teen pregnancy. toi nervously tapped your nails against the side of the binder.
“Whatever toi decide, toi can come and talk whenever toi need. I can help toi with anything toi need.” The counselor smiled at toi from across her cluttered desk.
“Thank you.” toi stood, shifting the binder to your left arm, and grabbed your bag from the floor beside the chair. toi slipped it onto your shoulder and exited the office.
As toi rounded the hall on your way to your locket, toi stared down at the haut, retour au début pamphlet. It was about adoption. toi were at the corner when toi collided with another body. The binder and everything on haut, retour au début of it fell to the floor.
“Oh!” toi bent to pick up your stuff. “I'm sorry.” toi looked up as toi pulled your binder up, and found Fiona standing in front of you. “Sorry Fi.” toi smiled at her.
“What's that?” She looked down at the pamphlets.
“Oh, it's nothing.”
“Does Declan know?” She crossed her arms at her chest.
toi pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “No, he doesn't know yet.”
“You shouldn't tell him.”
“What?”
“Think about what'll happen when when the press finds out. They'll have a field day, it'll be in every paper toi can name. My parents will go completely nuts, I'll be a huge mess.”
The cloche, bell rang, signalling the changing of classes.
“I have to get to class.” toi looked down the hall as everyone rushed down the hall.
Fiona smiled at toi and started down the hall.
toi sighed and hurried to your locker. toi didn't want anyone to see the papers toi held. toi got your locker open and shoved the papers in.
Two arms twisted around your waist.
toi jumped and turned.
Declan pressed his lips against yours. “Hello.”
toi turned, slammed your locker shut, then turned back to him. “Hey.” toi sighed.
“What was that?” He laughed.
“Nothing.” toi smiled nervously up at him.
He stared into your ____ colored eyes. “Are toi okay?”
toi looked up into his crystal blue eyes. “Yeah.”
“All right.” He stepped back. “Well, we both have a free period, I thought we'd go and find toi something special to wear to the dîner party tonight.”
“Dinner party?”
“My parent's annual spring party.”
“Oh, right. Sounds good.” toi smiled up at him. “Let's go.”
He grabbed your hand and led toi down the hall. “So I was thinking toi could get something red.”
“Red?” toi laughed. “Why red?”
“Because no one else will be in red.” He held the passenger side door of his car open for you, then rounded to the driver's side.
“But it's spring, no one wears red in the spring.”
“Lots of people wear red in the spring.”
“Why don't we see what we can find.”
He sighed. “Fine.” He turned the car on and pulled out of the parking spot.
- - - -
toi and Declan went out and found a beautiful, slimming, strapless red dress. It fit toi perfectly and accentuated every curve of your body. But unfortunately, toi never made it to the party.
The time toi spent with Declan kept your mind off of your situation, and the conversation that toi and Fiona had shared earlier in the day. But as soon as toi and Declan parted ways, your focus shifted. toi thought out every possible scenario. toi imagined what your life would be like for the suivant ten years if toi had an abortion, if toi gave the baby up for adoption, if toi kept the baby, if toi kept the baby and told Declan, if toi kept the baby and didn't tell Declan, everything. In the end, toi decided that toi were against having an abortion, but toi didn't know whether ou not toi wanted to keep the baby, ou give it up. But toi knew that no matter what toi decided, toi weren't going to tell Declan.
Telling Declan would cause so much trouble for him and his family. toi didn't want to be the most récent reason that the Coynes were in the tabloids. And toi didn't want to cause any problems between him and his parents. And toi certainly did not want to ruin Declan's future.
After returning to school, toi left early. toi didn't tell Declan, but toi called your mom to come pick toi up. toi told her that toi had something urgent to discuss with her, and she agreed to pick toi up.
In the end, your mom promised to help toi with whatever toi decided. par the end of your conversation, she was actually a little excited. Through brainstorming, toi both came up with an easy way for toi to keep the baby from Declan. toi were going to déplacer in with your grandmother in California. She agreed to help toi with the baby. So toi went home, packed up your most important possessions—your mom would be sending toi everything else later—and made one stop before hopping on a plane. toi wrote Declan a letter, explaining why toi couldn't attend the party—of course it was some creative lie—it also explained that toi were leaving for reasons toi couldn't explain, to a place toi couldn't name. toi stopped at his parent's mansion, and gave the letter to the door man.
...
Declan stood in the center of the mansion's dining room. Every room was filled with fancily dressed socialites and their parents, all of which he had no interest in. He had scanned every room, and had yet to find you. The party had started hours ago. He was beginning to become worried. He scanned the dining room, and coming up empty, decided to check with the door man. He pushed through the three rooms between the dining room and the front entrance. He shared a friendly smile with those who recognized him, but ran from conversation.
“William,” he tapped the tall, thickly built man on the shoulder. “have toi seen _____? She's about five five, ____ colored hair. She should be in a tight red dress.”
“I haven't seen anyone fitting that description, but a lady stopped par and asked me to give toi this.” William held out the sealed red envelope.
“Thank you.” Declan took the envelope and turned back into the house. He pushed his way through the living room, into the hall, and up to his bedroom. He kicked the door shut and locked it. He crossed to the sofa, plopped down, and opened the envelope.
He recognized your handwriting immediately. His cœur, coeur raced as he read your curvy cursive words. Your note read:
“Declan,
I'm sorry to do this to you, but I'm not going to make the party. Something has come up, I can't really explain it, but I'm leaving. I'm moving to live with some family members. My parents think it's what's best, and have happily informed me that I have no say in the matter. It kills me to leave on such a big night, after we went out and picked up the dress. It also kills me to leave toi at such an amazing part of our relationship. I'm going to miss toi greatly, but I'm sorry to tell toi that I will not be able to contact you. It's a long, complicated story that I will spare you. Enjoy the party. Knock 'em dead in red.
I l’amour You,
_____”
Declan folded the letter natly, and replaced it in the red envelope. He rested his arms on his legs, and held his head in his hands.
There was a knocking on his door.
“Declan? Open up, it's me.” Fiona's muffled voice interrupted him.
He stood and walked to the door. He opened it and let Fiona in.
She took one look at him, and knew something was wrong. “What's up? The party's not that boring.” She plopped down on the sofa. She noticed the red envelope sitting on the cushion suivant to her. “What's this?” She held up the envelope.
“It's from _____.” He sat beside her.
“Where is she? I was dying to see the 'amazing' dress toi picked out.”
“She's gone.”
“She was here? How long did she stay?”
“No, she's gone, left the city. Left the country.”
Fiona placed the letter on the canapé and looked at her brother. “Oh.”
- - - -
Declan sat in the spacious living room of his Connecticut apartment. He sat on a large black leather couch. He wore sweat pants and a tee. His laptop sat open on his lap, while the fifty inch flat screen across the room was turned on with the volume on low. He was scrolling through a news story, when a request for a video message from Fiona popped up. He accepted.
“Hey.” He smiled into the camera.
“Hello, what are toi up to?” Fiona asked.
“Just reading, what about you?”
“The same actually. I called to share something with you.”
“You didn't call, we're video chatting.”
“You know what I mean. Check your email. I sent toi the link to a story I'm sure you'll want to read.”
“All right.” He opened a new internet tab, and signed into his email. He opened Fiona's email and clicked the link. He was redirected to a news story. The story was titled: Newest Member of the Coyne Family.
“What is this?” He clicked back to the video chat.
“Keep reading.” She answered cheerily.
He skimmed the article in confusion. “This can't be true.” He went back to Fiona. “Where did they get this information?”
“Scroll down to the pictures.”
“Is that _____?”
“It is.”
“That can't be her.”
“I don't know if it is ou not, but I think it's very likely that it is. Listen, Declan, I've got to run, I'll call toi in an heure ou so.”
“Okay, par Fi.”
The video chat ended.
He read the article again, making sure he hadn't misread it. “I have to see her.” He grabbed his cell phone from the black coffee table, tableau in front of him. He dialed a number and held the phone to his ear. “Hello, I'd like to purchase a plane ticket.”
- - - -
toi stood in the fenced in front yard of your tiny, cozy, brick, three lit roomed house. Your hair was long, it hung past the middle of your back. toi wore a pair of blue, straight legged jeans with a white tank-top, and a blue plaid button down shirt. toi held your hands in your back pockets as toi watched your four an old daughter play in a tiny square sandbox.
Aurora Coyne _______, sat in a pile of sand. She wore a pair of stained blue jeans with a stained white Dora the Explorer shirt. Her straight, dirty blonde hair hung down her back, stopping an inch past her shoulders.
“Ror, be careful okay? Mommy's gonna go check on dinner.” toi called.
“Otay.” Aurora answered, as she picked up a shovel full of sand.
toi smiled and walked into the house. toi passed through the neatly set up, red living room, stepping over a few Barbies on the way, and walked into the kitchen. Grabbing an oven-mitt, toi pulled the four open and checked on the chicken pieces that were baking in barbque sauce. Next, toi checked on the pot of water on the stove, it was boiling. toi pulled a box of Parmesan pâtes, pâtes alimentaires mix from the cabinet above the oven, and poured it into the boiling water. After stirring the noodles in, toi walked to the sink and looked out the tiny window above it.
Your cœur, coeur jumped at the sight of a man dressed in dark washed jeans, a white long sleeved button down, and a black dressy vest. He had shaggy red-ish brown hair, and slightly tanned skin. He was standing at the door of the fence, watching Aurora.
toi dashed through the living room and out the front door. toi took a few deep breaths before walking further into the yard. “Can I help you?”
He looked up and fixed his gaze on you. He seemed to be studying you.
toi noticed his crystal blue eyes, and your cœur, coeur froze as toi recognized him. “Declan?” toi whispered.
“_____, hi.” He placed his hands in his pockets.
toi walked to the fence, taking a long look at your daughter. “Hi, what are toi doing here?”
“I, uh, guess toi haven't been online in a few days.”
“No,” toi crossed your arms at your chest. “I've been...busy. Why?”
“The word on the rue is that the Coyne family has a new, well kind of new, member.” He looked at Aurora.
toi pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and avoided his beautiful eyes.
“So is it true?”
“Yes.” toi looked up at him. “Yes, she's your daughter.”
“Why?”
“What?”
“Why did toi leave?”
From where toi stood, toi could hear the faint buzzing of the timer in the kitchen.
“I'm in the middle of cooking, would toi mind if we continued this inside?”
“Not at all.” He smiled faintly at you, and unlocked the gate.
toi began walking into the house. “Come on Ror, it's almost time for dinner.”
Aurora dropped the rose bucket she held on a pile of sand. She stood, dusted off her butt, and skipped into the house.
toi and Declan followed her.
“Go wash off in the bathroom.”
She ran down the hall and into the bathroom.
toi could hear the scraping of her stood against the tiled floor. toi smiled and walked to the oven. toi turned the four off and pulled the baking sheet of chicken onto the stove. toi then turned the pâtes, pâtes alimentaires off, and dumped the excess water into the sink. Before toi mixed in the seasoning, toi pulled a bag of brocoli from the freezer, poured it in a bowl of water, and shoved it in the microwave.
Declan stood in the doorway of the living room and kitchen. He held his hands in his pockets and studied both rooms. “Cute place.”
toi looked back at him. “Thanks.” toi stirred the pâtes, pâtes alimentaires and poured it in a bowl. Then toi took the chicken off of the cookie sheet, and placed it on a plate. toi sat both on the four seater cuisine table, which was already set with two plates. “Would toi like something to eat? There's plenty.”
“Sure.”
toi walked to the sink, and pulled a plate from the drain board. toi set a place for Declan, across from toi and Aurora. “Ror, did toi wash up?” toi called into the living room.
“Yes.”
“Did toi wash your hands?”
“Yes.”
“And your face?”
“Yes.”
“What do toi want to drink with dinner?”
Aurora ran into the kitchen. Pushing past Declan, she ran to the fridge and pulled it open. Using both hands, she pulled a two liter container of pomme jus, jus de from the lowest shelf. “Apple jewce.”
“Okay,” toi grabbed the bottle from her, and shut the fridge. “Go sit down, dinner's ready.”
Aurora pulled her siège out, and climbed into it.
Declan took the siège across from your empty place.
toi pulled the brocoli from the microwave and fixed it up, then toi poured Aurora a glass of pomme juice. “ Declan, can I get toi something to drink?” toi replaced the jus, jus de in the fridge, and pulled out a pitcher of water.
“Water is fine, thanks.”
Aurora stared at Declan. “Mommy,”
“Yes?”
“Who is he?”
“Why don't toi ask him yourself.” toi placed her jus, jus de in front of her.
“What's your name?” Aurora folded her hands on the table, tableau in front of her.
“My name is Declan, what's yours?” He smiled down at her. He noticed her clear blue eyes and smiled.
“My name is Aurora Coyne ________.”
Declan looked up at toi with a smile as toi approached the table, tableau with two glasses of water and a bowl of broccoli.
“All right, dîner is served.” toi took your siège and unfolded your napkin on your lap. toi took Aurora's plate and cut up half a chicken breast. Then, toi scooped brocoli and noodles onto the plate. toi placed it in front of her, then began filling your own plate.
Aurora picked up a square of chicken with her fingers and stuffed it in her mouth.
“Aurora, use your fork.” toi took your napkin from your lap and wiped her sauce covered fingers.
She picked up her fork, which was a little too big for her hand, and stabbed at another square of chicken.
Declan watched her intently, smiling.
toi kept your eyes locked on Declan. He didn't seem nearly as upset as toi thought he would be.
...
Aurora sat on the cream colored sofa in the living room, her eyes fixed intently on the newest episode of iCarly. toi stood in the kitchen, gathering the silverware and plates from dinner. Declan helped par carrying bowls and plates to the sink.
“You don't have to do that.” toi stood at the sink, preparing to scrub each utensil.
“I'd like to help.” He handed toi the last two plates. “Can I dry?”
toi smiled at him. “Sure.” toi pulled a disk towel from the handle of the four and tossed I at him. toi turned back to the sink and started wetting a sponge. toi worked quietly for a few minutes.
“Why did toi leave?” He finally broke the silence.
“I, uh, didn't really know what else to do.”
“You could have told me.” His voice was soft and sincere.
toi handed him and dish and took the opportunity to look into his eyes. “I did what was best for you.”
“How do toi know what's best for me?” His tone was still sweet.
“I didn't want to ruin your future.” toi spoke into the sink.
“I can't hear you.”
toi continued to scrub a plate, not quite sure what to say.
Declan reached across the sink and pushed the handle, turning the water off.
toi stood with your hands in the sink, staring down at the escaping water.
“Why did toi leave without telling me anything?”
toi looked down at your soapy hands. “I thought it was for the best.”
“Why?”
toi could feel his eyes on you. toi turned, grabbed the towel from him, and dried your hands. “Fiona pointed out that if I told you, the tabloids would make something out of nothing.”
“Fiona? She knows.”
“I ran into her as I was leaving the counselor's office. I had a bunch of pamphlets and papers on adoption and everything, and she saw them. She asked me not to tell you,” toi took a deep breath. “and, I thought it over and found that it was the best option for you.”
“Why would toi possibly think that the best thing for me was to keep my daughter from me?”
“If I would have told you, toi would have insisted that we keep the baby, and toi would have donné everything up to take care of us.”
“That's what I should have done.”
“I didn't want toi to sacrifice your future for me ou my child.”
“She's my child too.”
“I know,” toi sighed. “but I didn't even know what I wanted to do at the time.” toi walked around him and took a siège at the cuisine table. From where toi sat, toi could see Aurora sitting in the living room. “Declan,” toi looked up at him. “I'm sorry that I didn't tell you. There are days when I look at her, and I see so much of you, and I wish that I could go back and change the way I dealt with things.” toi looked back at Aurora. “I know this doesn't help, but it hasn't been easy.” toi turned to look at him. “Since she could talk, it's like she knew toi were missing. One day, after she first learned to talk, she walked over to me, looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes, and a dit 'da?'” toi looked down. “I didn't know what to say, she was so young, barely able to understand words. I ignored her question. Then, she learned how to form sentences. And one day, after I had picked her up from preschool, she a dit 'Mommy? Where's my daddy?' What do toi tell a three an old when they ask where their father is? I couldn't tell her that her father didn't know that she existed.”
“What did toi tell her?”
“I told her that her daddy couldn't be with us right now.”
Declan took the siège across from you. “I'd like to get to know her.”
toi leaned your elbows on the table. “I think that's a great idea, but toi can't tell her who toi are, at least not right away.”
“Who I am?”
“That you're her father. She's too young, and she won't understand it. And if toi decide that it's not what toi want,”
“I'm not going to change my mind.”
“Okay, but if toi do, ou something happens that pulls toi away, it'll hurt her a lot plus if she knows that you're her father.”
toi both stared into each other's eyes.
“All right.” He sighed.
“Thank you.” toi stood. “There's another heure until her lit time, so toi can start bonding now.”
“Will do.” He stood and walked into the living room. He sat down beside her. “What're toi watching?”
“ICarly.”
“Oh yeah, what's it about?”
“Carly and her friend Sam and Freddy have a web show.”
“What's happening now?”
“Carly and Sam are fwilling a watermewwon with air.”
toi stood at the sink, listening to Aurora and Declan, and smiled.
...
“She is asleep.” toi plopped down on the sofa beside Declan.
“She's adorable.” He smiled at you.
“Thank you, but I'm not the only one who had a part in making her.” toi laughed. “I really am sorry about everything.” toi nervously pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
“It's all right,” he placed his hand on your leg. “everything is working itself out.”
“You're serious about this right? About being a part of her life. I don't want your money, I just want toi to be a father. That includes montrer up at dance recitals and football games, and being there on holidays, and taking her out every once in a while. And so much more. toi need to be fully committed, she doesn't need a part time father.”
“I don't plan on disappointing you.”
toi smiled at him. “Oh! I have some stuff to montrer you.” toi stood and walked down the hall and into your bedroom. toi returned a minute later with a big box. toi sat it down on the flood in front of Declan, and sat behind it. toi pulled out a giant rose scrapbook, and various articles of clothing.
“What's all this?” He scooted down to the floor across from you.
“This is a bunch of things I saved from when Aurora was little.” toi showed him a tiny rose dress with ruffles. “This is what she wore when she came home.” toi laughed.
“It's adorable.”
“My mom picked it out.” toi rolled your eyes and folded it on the floor beside you. toi pulled out a couple plus outfits, explaining their significance, before putting all of them back in the box, and picking up the photo album. “Okay, here's the good stuff.” toi scooted over so that toi were sitting suivant to him, and positioned the book so that it was sitting half on your lap, and half on his.
He turned to the first page.
“This was taken after she was born.” toi looked down at the pictures. “She weighed six pounds even, and was thirteen inches long.”
“Is that small?”
“Yeah, it's on the smaller side. She's always been small for her age.”
He turned the page.
toi both sat there for two hours flipping through the scrapbook. toi explained every picture to him, often stopping to tell a funny story that goes along with one, ou a few, pictures.
“I've missed a lot.” Declan closed the book and placed it in the box.
“Nah, the really important stuff hasn't happened yet. Luckily she won't remember much from before she was three.” toi could feel Declan's eyes on you. toi turned to look at him, and locked eyes with him.
There was silence for a few moments as toi both just stared at each other.
Finally, toi tore your eyes away from his and stood to put the box away.
“_____,” Declan watched toi move.
toi squatted behind the box and looked at him.
“I've missed you.” He blushed.
“I've missed toi too.”
“I haven't Lost my feelings for you.”
toi looked down at the box. “Declan, don't say that.”
“It's true. Every relationship I've had since toi ended soon after it began.”
toi looked up at him, your eyes flooded. “It's too soon to say that.”
He read your eyes and nodded. “I do l’amour you.”
toi nodded. “And I'll always l’amour you, toi gave me Aurora.”
“Maybe one jour we can l’amour each other for plus than our daughter.”
“Maybe.” toi smiled at him before standing and taking the box back into your bedroom. The tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes quickly dried up, and were replaced par a smile.
Declan watched toi walk, and smiled. He was happy to have toi back in his life.
