BellaNotte wrote:
-2nd time postiiiing-
Skylar huddled into the corner and put her head in her hands, crying. All she wanted was for Harry to be home, so Leon could see his dad every once in a while and not forget his face. So Skye could fall in love with him all over again, every day when she saw him. So they could all be a happy family and be there for each other. It sounded weird but over the course of their relationship, Skylar was already planning out how the future might be: they would have quite a few kids, seeing as the two both loved children. They would raise them up, teaching them all the right things [to do]. When they were old enough, they would go and achieve their wildest dreams but would come back home for some family time. And Skye and Harry would love each other, even when they were old and grey. It all seemed perfect but perfect things don't happen in reality. Skye pulled her head back and wiped her tears away, standing up suddenly as she heard the door open. As she saw Harry, she stopped. Froze. Completely. She looked into his eyes and felt like crying again, instead, she was strong. She looked away and picked up a sleeping Leon, wrapping a blanket around him as Harry was talking. She paid no attention to him and walked past him, heading upstairs with her son.
Aiden's eyes widened as Jessie accused him of cheating. "What? No! Jess, I'd never-" But it was no use, Jessie wasn't listening to him. He listened to her rant over him and he sighed, feeling guilty. He dropped the phone but it didn't hit the ground, but someone's hand. He looked to see Clea. "Sorry, Aiden,' She started off but then sat down oppoiste him, sliding the phne towards him. "You should go home, spend some time with your family." She started off softly and gave him a sympathetic smile. "I'll finish off everything for today." She got up and gave him a jacket and some flowers. "Now go."
That was one thing Aiden liked about Clea; she thought of everything. He didn't like her, obviously, he would never do that to Jessie, his one and only. No matter what she said. Quickly, he thanked her and pulled on his jacket and got into his car, driving home with the flowers. He opened the front door, rushing upstairs to the bedroom. The door was closed. He knew Jessie didn't want to see him right now but he had to do something. Slowly, he opened the door and set the flowers on the table. He noticed that on the card the words: "I'm sorry. I love you." was printed on, with a heart next to it. He smiled and then walked out the room, hoping she'd give him a chance. He sighed.