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(this story was not written kwa me-I don't own)
Tagged: degrassi, babydaddy
Declan.
Before wewe Read: This is important!
If wewe 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.
wewe 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 upendo seat, an arm chair, a moto place, and a flat screen television. The upendo kiti, kiti cha and arm chair were positioned around the moto place, and the televisheni hung on the ukuta to the right of the fireplace. He sat on the upendo seat, leaning slightly into the right arm. wewe sat inayofuata 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 juu of the sofa. Your head rested against the left half of his chest.
The televisheni played some trashy horror flick that you'd been dying to see. While wewe watched the movie, wewe 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 wewe 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 guitar, gitaa solo blasted from the surround sound. As the end credits rolled up the screen wewe leaned back, resting your head on his lap and looked up at him.
“It's over!” wewe cheered.
He laughed and bent to press his lips against yours.
wewe sat up and turned so that wewe were sitting normally on the sofa. wewe stretched your arms behind your head and sighed. “Now what?”
He walked to the televisheni 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?” wewe looked at the clock hanging above the moto place. “Holy shit, it's midnight. I should probably get going.”
“But it's midnight.”
“Yeah?”
“And wewe live all the way across town.”
“I upendo ten dakika away.” wewe laughed.
He walked and stood in front of you. “You could just stay here.”
“What about your parents?” wewe looked up at him, your brow bent in interest.
“Mr. and Mrs. Coyne are away for the weekend.” He took your hand and pulled wewe to your feet.
“What about Fiona?”
He pulled wewe into him. “What about her?” He wrapped his arms around your waist.
wewe stood on your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Well then,” wewe sighed. “what did wewe have in mind?”
He smiled down at you, and pressed his lips hungrily against yours.
wewe smiled into the kiss, as he slid his hands up your back. wewe could feel the heat from his skin through your cotton shirt. wewe 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 wewe firmly against him. With his lips still connected to yours, he slowly began walking toward the bed.
- - - -
wewe sat in a sturdy plastic chair across from the school counselor. On your lap wewe held a binder, on juu of which sat a packet of papers and a couple of pamphlets on teen pregnancy. wewe nervously tapped your nails against the side of the binder.
“Whatever wewe decide, wewe can come and talk whenever wewe need. I can help wewe with anything wewe need.” The counselor smiled at wewe from across her cluttered desk.
“Thank you.” wewe stood, shifting the binder to your left arm, and grabbed your bag from the floor beside the chair. wewe slipped it onto your shoulder and exited the office.
As wewe rounded the hall on your way to your locket, wewe stared down at the juu pamphlet. It was about adoption. wewe were at the corner when wewe collided with another body. The binder and everything on juu of it fell to the floor.
“Oh!” wewe bent to pick up your stuff. “I'm sorry.” wewe looked up as wewe pulled your binder up, and found Fiona standing in front of you. “Sorry Fi.” wewe 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.
wewe 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 wewe can name. My parents will go completely nuts, I'll be a huge mess.”
The kengele rang, signalling the changing of classes.
“I have to get to class.” wewe looked down the hall as everyone rushed down the hall.
Fiona smiled at wewe and started down the hall.
wewe sighed and hurried to your locker. wewe didn't want anyone to see the papers wewe held. wewe got your locker open and shoved the papers in.
Two arms twisted around your waist.
wewe jumped and turned.
Declan pressed his lips against yours. “Hello.”
wewe turned, slammed your locker shut, then turned back to him. “Hey.” wewe sighed.
“What was that?” He laughed.
“Nothing.” wewe smiled nervously up at him.
He stared into your ____ colored eyes. “Are wewe okay?”
wewe 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 wewe something special to wear to the chajio, chakula cha jioni party tonight.”
“Dinner party?”
“My parent's annual spring party.”
“Oh, right. Sounds good.” wewe smiled up at him. “Let's go.”
He grabbed your hand and led wewe down the hall. “So I was thinking wewe could get something red.”
“Red?” wewe 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.
- - - -
wewe and Declan went out and found a beautiful, slimming, strapless red dress. It fit wewe perfectly and accentuated every curve of your body. But unfortunately, wewe never made it to the party.
The time wewe spent with Declan kept your mind off of your situation, and the conversation that wewe and Fiona had shared earlier in the day. But as soon as wewe and Declan parted ways, your focus shifted. wewe thought out every possible scenario. wewe imagined what your life would be like for the inayofuata ten years if wewe had an abortion, if wewe gave the baby up for adoption, if wewe kept the baby, if wewe kept the baby and told Declan, if wewe kept the baby and didn't tell Declan, everything. In the end, wewe decided that wewe were against having an abortion, but wewe didn't know whether au not wewe wanted to keep the baby, au give it up. But wewe knew that no matter what wewe decided, wewe weren't going to tell Declan.
Telling Declan would cause so much trouble for him and his family. wewe didn't want to be the most hivi karibuni reason that the Coynes were in the tabloids. And wewe didn't want to cause any problems between him and his parents. And wewe certainly did not want to ruin Declan's future.
After returning to school, wewe left early. wewe didn't tell Declan, but wewe called your mom to come pick wewe up. wewe told her that wewe had something urgent to discuss with her, and she agreed to pick wewe up.
In the end, your mom promised to help wewe with whatever wewe decided. kwa the end of your conversation, she was actually a little excited. Through brainstorming, wewe both came up with an easy way for wewe to keep the baby from Declan. wewe were going to songesha in with your grandmother in California. She agreed to help wewe with the baby. So wewe went home, packed up your most important possessions—your mom would be sending wewe everything else later—and made one stop before hopping on a plane. wewe wrote Declan a letter, explaining why wewe couldn't attend the party—of course it was some creative lie—it also explained that wewe were leaving for reasons wewe couldn't explain, to a place wewe couldn't name. wewe 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 wewe 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 kwa and asked me to give wewe 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 moyo 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 wewe at such an amazing part of our relationship. I'm going to miss wewe greatly, but I'm sorry to tell wewe 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 upendo 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 inayofuata 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 wewe 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 kitanda 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 wewe 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 wewe 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 barua pepe 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 makala 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 au not, but I think it's very likely that it is. Listen, Declan, I've got to run, I'll call wewe in an saa au so.”
“Okay, kwa Fi.”
The video chat ended.
He read the makala again, making sure he hadn't misread it. “I have to see her.” He grabbed his cell phone from the black coffee meza, jedwali in front of him. He dialed a number and held the phone to his ear. “Hello, I'd like to purchase a plane ticket.”
- - - -
wewe stood in the fenced in front yard of your tiny, cozy, brick, three kitanda roomed house. Your hair was long, it hung past the middle of your back. wewe wore a pair of blue, straight legged jeans with a white tank-top, and a blue plaid button down shirt. wewe held your hands in your back pockets as wewe watched your four mwaka 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.” wewe called.
“Otay.” Aurora answered, as she picked up a shovel full of sand.
wewe smiled and walked into the house. wewe 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, wewe pulled the tanuri, joko open and checked on the chicken pieces that were baking in barbque sauce. Next, wewe checked on the pot of water on the stove, it was boiling. wewe pulled a box of Parmesan pasta, tambi mix from the cabinet above the oven, and poured it into the boiling water. After stirring the noodles in, wewe walked to the sink and looked out the tiny window above it.
Your moyo 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.
wewe dashed through the living room and out the front door. wewe 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.
wewe noticed his crystal blue eyes, and your moyo froze as wewe recognized him. “Declan?” wewe whispered.
“_____, hi.” He placed his hands in his pockets.
wewe walked to the fence, taking a long look at your daughter. “Hi, what are wewe doing here?”
“I, uh, guess wewe haven't been online in a few days.”
“No,” wewe crossed your arms at your chest. “I've been...busy. Why?”
“The word on the mitaani, mtaa is that the Coyne family has a new, well kind of new, member.” He looked at Aurora.
wewe pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and avoided his beautiful eyes.
“So is it true?”
“Yes.” wewe looked up at him. “Yes, she's your daughter.”
“Why?”
“What?”
“Why did wewe leave?”
From where wewe stood, wewe could hear the faint buzzing of the timer in the kitchen.
“I'm in the middle of cooking, would wewe mind if we continued this inside?”
“Not at all.” He smiled faintly at you, and unlocked the gate.
wewe began walking into the house. “Come on Ror, it's almost time for dinner.”
Aurora dropped the pink bucket she held on a pile of sand. She stood, dusted off her butt, and skipped into the house.
wewe and Declan followed her.
“Go wash off in the bathroom.”
She ran down the hall and into the bathroom.
wewe could hear the scraping of her stood against the tiled floor. wewe smiled and walked to the oven. wewe turned the tanuri, joko off and pulled the baking sheet of chicken onto the stove. wewe then turned the pasta, tambi off, and dumped the excess water into the sink. Before wewe mixed in the seasoning, wewe pulled a bag of broccoli 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.”
wewe looked back at him. “Thanks.” wewe stirred the pasta, tambi and poured it in a bowl. Then wewe took the chicken off of the cookie sheet, and placed it on a plate. wewe sat both on the four seater jikoni table, which was already set with two plates. “Would wewe like something to eat? There's plenty.”
“Sure.”
wewe walked to the sink, and pulled a plate from the drain board. wewe set a place for Declan, across from wewe and Aurora. “Ror, did wewe wash up?” wewe called into the living room.
“Yes.”
“Did wewe wash your hands?”
“Yes.”
“And your face?”
“Yes.”
“What do wewe 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 apple juisi from the lowest shelf. “Apple jewce.”
“Okay,” wewe grabbed the bottle from her, and shut the fridge. “Go sit down, dinner's ready.”
Aurora pulled her kiti, kiti cha out, and climbed into it.
Declan took the kiti, kiti cha across from your empty place.
wewe pulled the broccoli from the microwave and fixed it up, then wewe poured Aurora a glass of apple juice. “ Declan, can I get wewe something to drink?” wewe replaced the juisi 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 wewe ask him yourself.” wewe placed her juisi in front of her.
“What's your name?” Aurora folded her hands on the meza, jedwali 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 wewe with a smile as wewe approached the meza, jedwali with two glasses of water and a bowl of broccoli.
“All right, chajio, chakula cha jioni is served.” wewe took your kiti, kiti cha and unfolded your napkin on your lap. wewe took Aurora's plate and cut up half a chicken breast. Then, wewe scooped broccoli and noodles onto the plate. wewe 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.” wewe 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.
wewe kept your eyes locked on Declan. He didn't seem nearly as upset as wewe 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. wewe stood in the kitchen, gathering the silverware and plates from dinner. Declan helped kwa carrying bowls and plates to the sink.
“You don't have to do that.” wewe stood at the sink, preparing to scrub each utensil.
“I'd like to help.” He handed wewe the last two plates. “Can I dry?”
wewe smiled at him. “Sure.” wewe pulled a disk towel from the handle of the tanuri, joko and tossed I at him. wewe turned back to the sink and started wetting a sponge. wewe worked quietly for a few minutes.
“Why did wewe 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.
wewe handed him and dish and took the opportunity to look into his eyes. “I did what was best for you.”
“How do wewe know what's best for me?” His tone was still sweet.
“I didn't want to ruin your future.” wewe spoke into the sink.
“I can't hear you.”
wewe continued to scrub a plate, not quite sure what to say.
Declan reached across the sink and pushed the handle, turning the water off.
wewe stood with your hands in the sink, staring down at the escaping water.
“Why did wewe leave without telling me anything?”
wewe looked down at your soapy hands. “I thought it was for the best.”
“Why?”
wewe could feel his eyes on you. wewe 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,” wewe took a deep breath. “and, I thought it over and found that it was the best option for you.”
“Why would wewe possibly think that the best thing for me was to keep my daughter from me?”
“If I would have told you, wewe would have insisted that we keep the baby, and wewe would have aliyopewa everything up to take care of us.”
“That's what I should have done.”
“I didn't want wewe to sacrifice your future for me au my child.”
“She's my child too.”
“I know,” wewe sighed. “but I didn't even know what I wanted to do at the time.” wewe walked around him and took a kiti, kiti cha at the jikoni table. From where wewe sat, wewe could see Aurora sitting in the living room. “Declan,” wewe 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.” wewe looked back at Aurora. “I know this doesn't help, but it hasn't been easy.” wewe turned to look at him. “Since she could talk, it's like she knew wewe 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 alisema 'da?'” wewe 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 alisema 'Mommy? Where's my daddy?' What do wewe tell a three mwaka old when they ask where their father is? I couldn't tell her that her father didn't know that she existed.”
“What did wewe tell her?”
“I told her that her daddy couldn't be with us right now.”
Declan took the kiti, kiti cha across from you. “I'd like to get to know her.”
wewe leaned your elbows on the table. “I think that's a great idea, but wewe can't tell her who wewe 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 wewe decide that it's not what wewe want,”
“I'm not going to change my mind.”
“Okay, but if wewe do, au something happens that pulls wewe away, it'll hurt her a lot zaidi if she knows that you're her father.”
wewe both stared into each other's eyes.
“All right.” He sighed.
“Thank you.” wewe stood. “There's another saa until her kitanda time, so wewe can start bonding now.”
“Will do.” He stood and walked into the living room. He sat down beside her. “What're wewe 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.”
wewe stood at the sink, listening to Aurora and Declan, and smiled.
...
“She is asleep.” wewe 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.” wewe laughed. “I really am sorry about everything.” wewe 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 wewe to be a father. That includes inaonyesha up at dance recitals and soccer games, and being there on holidays, and taking her out every once in a while. And so much more. wewe need to be fully committed, she doesn't need a part time father.”
“I don't plan on disappointing you.”
wewe smiled at him. “Oh! I have some stuff to onyesha you.” wewe stood and walked down the hall and into your bedroom. wewe returned a dakika later with a big box. wewe sat it down on the flood in front of Declan, and sat behind it. wewe pulled out a giant pink scrapbook, and various makala 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.” wewe showed him a tiny pink dress with ruffles. “This is what she wore when she came home.” wewe laughed.
“It's adorable.”
“My mom picked it out.” wewe rolled your eyes and folded it on the floor beside you. wewe pulled out a couple zaidi outfits, explaining their significance, before putting all of them back in the box, and picking up the picha album. “Okay, here's the good stuff.” wewe scooted over so that wewe were sitting inayofuata 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.” wewe 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.
wewe both sat there for two hours flipping through the scrapbook. wewe explained every picture to him, often stopping to tell a funny story that goes along with one, au 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.” wewe could feel Declan's eyes on you. wewe turned to look at him, and locked eyes with him.
There was silence for a few moments as wewe both just stared at each other.
Finally, wewe tore your eyes away from his and stood to put the box away.
“_____,” Declan watched wewe move.
wewe squatted behind the box and looked at him.
“I've missed you.” He blushed.
“I've missed wewe too.”
“I haven't Lost my feelings for you.”
wewe looked down at the box. “Declan, don't say that.”
“It's true. Every relationship I've had since wewe ended soon after it began.”
wewe looked up at him, your eyes flooded. “It's too soon to say that.”
He read your eyes and nodded. “I do upendo you.”
wewe nodded. “And I'll always upendo you, wewe gave me Aurora.”
“Maybe one siku we can upendo each other for zaidi than our daughter.”
“Maybe.” wewe 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 kwa a smile.
Declan watched wewe walk, and smiled. He was happy to have wewe back in his life.
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(this story was not written kwa me-I don't own)
Tagged: degrassi, babydaddy
Declan.
Before wewe Read: This is important!
If wewe 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.
wewe 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 upendo seat, an arm chair, a moto place, and a flat screen television. The upendo kiti, kiti cha and arm chair were positioned around the moto place, and the televisheni hung on the ukuta to the right of the fireplace. He sat on the upendo seat, leaning slightly into the right arm. wewe sat inayofuata 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 juu of the sofa. Your head rested against the left half of his chest.
The televisheni played some trashy horror flick that you'd been dying to see. While wewe watched the movie, wewe 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 wewe 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 guitar, gitaa solo blasted from the surround sound. As the end credits rolled up the screen wewe leaned back, resting your head on his lap and looked up at him.
“It's over!” wewe cheered.
He laughed and bent to press his lips against yours.
wewe sat up and turned so that wewe were sitting normally on the sofa. wewe stretched your arms behind your head and sighed. “Now what?”
He walked to the televisheni 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?” wewe looked at the clock hanging above the moto place. “Holy shit, it's midnight. I should probably get going.”
“But it's midnight.”
“Yeah?”
“And wewe live all the way across town.”
“I upendo ten dakika away.” wewe laughed.
He walked and stood in front of you. “You could just stay here.”
“What about your parents?” wewe looked up at him, your brow bent in interest.
“Mr. and Mrs. Coyne are away for the weekend.” He took your hand and pulled wewe to your feet.
“What about Fiona?”
He pulled wewe into him. “What about her?” He wrapped his arms around your waist.
wewe stood on your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Well then,” wewe sighed. “what did wewe have in mind?”
He smiled down at you, and pressed his lips hungrily against yours.
wewe smiled into the kiss, as he slid his hands up your back. wewe could feel the heat from his skin through your cotton shirt. wewe 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 wewe firmly against him. With his lips still connected to yours, he slowly began walking toward the bed.
- - - -
wewe sat in a sturdy plastic chair across from the school counselor. On your lap wewe held a binder, on juu of which sat a packet of papers and a couple of pamphlets on teen pregnancy. wewe nervously tapped your nails against the side of the binder.
“Whatever wewe decide, wewe can come and talk whenever wewe need. I can help wewe with anything wewe need.” The counselor smiled at wewe from across her cluttered desk.
“Thank you.” wewe stood, shifting the binder to your left arm, and grabbed your bag from the floor beside the chair. wewe slipped it onto your shoulder and exited the office.
As wewe rounded the hall on your way to your locket, wewe stared down at the juu pamphlet. It was about adoption. wewe were at the corner when wewe collided with another body. The binder and everything on juu of it fell to the floor.
“Oh!” wewe bent to pick up your stuff. “I'm sorry.” wewe looked up as wewe pulled your binder up, and found Fiona standing in front of you. “Sorry Fi.” wewe 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.
wewe 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 wewe can name. My parents will go completely nuts, I'll be a huge mess.”
The kengele rang, signalling the changing of classes.
“I have to get to class.” wewe looked down the hall as everyone rushed down the hall.
Fiona smiled at wewe and started down the hall.
wewe sighed and hurried to your locker. wewe didn't want anyone to see the papers wewe held. wewe got your locker open and shoved the papers in.
Two arms twisted around your waist.
wewe jumped and turned.
Declan pressed his lips against yours. “Hello.”
wewe turned, slammed your locker shut, then turned back to him. “Hey.” wewe sighed.
“What was that?” He laughed.
“Nothing.” wewe smiled nervously up at him.
He stared into your ____ colored eyes. “Are wewe okay?”
wewe 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 wewe something special to wear to the chajio, chakula cha jioni party tonight.”
“Dinner party?”
“My parent's annual spring party.”
“Oh, right. Sounds good.” wewe smiled up at him. “Let's go.”
He grabbed your hand and led wewe down the hall. “So I was thinking wewe could get something red.”
“Red?” wewe 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.
- - - -
wewe and Declan went out and found a beautiful, slimming, strapless red dress. It fit wewe perfectly and accentuated every curve of your body. But unfortunately, wewe never made it to the party.
The time wewe spent with Declan kept your mind off of your situation, and the conversation that wewe and Fiona had shared earlier in the day. But as soon as wewe and Declan parted ways, your focus shifted. wewe thought out every possible scenario. wewe imagined what your life would be like for the inayofuata ten years if wewe had an abortion, if wewe gave the baby up for adoption, if wewe kept the baby, if wewe kept the baby and told Declan, if wewe kept the baby and didn't tell Declan, everything. In the end, wewe decided that wewe were against having an abortion, but wewe didn't know whether au not wewe wanted to keep the baby, au give it up. But wewe knew that no matter what wewe decided, wewe weren't going to tell Declan.
Telling Declan would cause so much trouble for him and his family. wewe didn't want to be the most hivi karibuni reason that the Coynes were in the tabloids. And wewe didn't want to cause any problems between him and his parents. And wewe certainly did not want to ruin Declan's future.
After returning to school, wewe left early. wewe didn't tell Declan, but wewe called your mom to come pick wewe up. wewe told her that wewe had something urgent to discuss with her, and she agreed to pick wewe up.
In the end, your mom promised to help wewe with whatever wewe decided. kwa the end of your conversation, she was actually a little excited. Through brainstorming, wewe both came up with an easy way for wewe to keep the baby from Declan. wewe were going to songesha in with your grandmother in California. She agreed to help wewe with the baby. So wewe went home, packed up your most important possessions—your mom would be sending wewe everything else later—and made one stop before hopping on a plane. wewe wrote Declan a letter, explaining why wewe couldn't attend the party—of course it was some creative lie—it also explained that wewe were leaving for reasons wewe couldn't explain, to a place wewe couldn't name. wewe 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 wewe 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 kwa and asked me to give wewe 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 moyo 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 wewe at such an amazing part of our relationship. I'm going to miss wewe greatly, but I'm sorry to tell wewe 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 upendo 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 inayofuata 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 wewe 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 kitanda 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 wewe 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 wewe 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 barua pepe 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 makala 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 au not, but I think it's very likely that it is. Listen, Declan, I've got to run, I'll call wewe in an saa au so.”
“Okay, kwa Fi.”
The video chat ended.
He read the makala again, making sure he hadn't misread it. “I have to see her.” He grabbed his cell phone from the black coffee meza, jedwali in front of him. He dialed a number and held the phone to his ear. “Hello, I'd like to purchase a plane ticket.”
- - - -
wewe stood in the fenced in front yard of your tiny, cozy, brick, three kitanda roomed house. Your hair was long, it hung past the middle of your back. wewe wore a pair of blue, straight legged jeans with a white tank-top, and a blue plaid button down shirt. wewe held your hands in your back pockets as wewe watched your four mwaka 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.” wewe called.
“Otay.” Aurora answered, as she picked up a shovel full of sand.
wewe smiled and walked into the house. wewe 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, wewe pulled the tanuri, joko open and checked on the chicken pieces that were baking in barbque sauce. Next, wewe checked on the pot of water on the stove, it was boiling. wewe pulled a box of Parmesan pasta, tambi mix from the cabinet above the oven, and poured it into the boiling water. After stirring the noodles in, wewe walked to the sink and looked out the tiny window above it.
Your moyo 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.
wewe dashed through the living room and out the front door. wewe 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.
wewe noticed his crystal blue eyes, and your moyo froze as wewe recognized him. “Declan?” wewe whispered.
“_____, hi.” He placed his hands in his pockets.
wewe walked to the fence, taking a long look at your daughter. “Hi, what are wewe doing here?”
“I, uh, guess wewe haven't been online in a few days.”
“No,” wewe crossed your arms at your chest. “I've been...busy. Why?”
“The word on the mitaani, mtaa is that the Coyne family has a new, well kind of new, member.” He looked at Aurora.
wewe pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and avoided his beautiful eyes.
“So is it true?”
“Yes.” wewe looked up at him. “Yes, she's your daughter.”
“Why?”
“What?”
“Why did wewe leave?”
From where wewe stood, wewe could hear the faint buzzing of the timer in the kitchen.
“I'm in the middle of cooking, would wewe mind if we continued this inside?”
“Not at all.” He smiled faintly at you, and unlocked the gate.
wewe began walking into the house. “Come on Ror, it's almost time for dinner.”
Aurora dropped the pink bucket she held on a pile of sand. She stood, dusted off her butt, and skipped into the house.
wewe and Declan followed her.
“Go wash off in the bathroom.”
She ran down the hall and into the bathroom.
wewe could hear the scraping of her stood against the tiled floor. wewe smiled and walked to the oven. wewe turned the tanuri, joko off and pulled the baking sheet of chicken onto the stove. wewe then turned the pasta, tambi off, and dumped the excess water into the sink. Before wewe mixed in the seasoning, wewe pulled a bag of broccoli 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.”
wewe looked back at him. “Thanks.” wewe stirred the pasta, tambi and poured it in a bowl. Then wewe took the chicken off of the cookie sheet, and placed it on a plate. wewe sat both on the four seater jikoni table, which was already set with two plates. “Would wewe like something to eat? There's plenty.”
“Sure.”
wewe walked to the sink, and pulled a plate from the drain board. wewe set a place for Declan, across from wewe and Aurora. “Ror, did wewe wash up?” wewe called into the living room.
“Yes.”
“Did wewe wash your hands?”
“Yes.”
“And your face?”
“Yes.”
“What do wewe 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 apple juisi from the lowest shelf. “Apple jewce.”
“Okay,” wewe grabbed the bottle from her, and shut the fridge. “Go sit down, dinner's ready.”
Aurora pulled her kiti, kiti cha out, and climbed into it.
Declan took the kiti, kiti cha across from your empty place.
wewe pulled the broccoli from the microwave and fixed it up, then wewe poured Aurora a glass of apple juice. “ Declan, can I get wewe something to drink?” wewe replaced the juisi 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 wewe ask him yourself.” wewe placed her juisi in front of her.
“What's your name?” Aurora folded her hands on the meza, jedwali 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 wewe with a smile as wewe approached the meza, jedwali with two glasses of water and a bowl of broccoli.
“All right, chajio, chakula cha jioni is served.” wewe took your kiti, kiti cha and unfolded your napkin on your lap. wewe took Aurora's plate and cut up half a chicken breast. Then, wewe scooped broccoli and noodles onto the plate. wewe 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.” wewe 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.
wewe kept your eyes locked on Declan. He didn't seem nearly as upset as wewe 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. wewe stood in the kitchen, gathering the silverware and plates from dinner. Declan helped kwa carrying bowls and plates to the sink.
“You don't have to do that.” wewe stood at the sink, preparing to scrub each utensil.
“I'd like to help.” He handed wewe the last two plates. “Can I dry?”
wewe smiled at him. “Sure.” wewe pulled a disk towel from the handle of the tanuri, joko and tossed I at him. wewe turned back to the sink and started wetting a sponge. wewe worked quietly for a few minutes.
“Why did wewe 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.
wewe handed him and dish and took the opportunity to look into his eyes. “I did what was best for you.”
“How do wewe know what's best for me?” His tone was still sweet.
“I didn't want to ruin your future.” wewe spoke into the sink.
“I can't hear you.”
wewe continued to scrub a plate, not quite sure what to say.
Declan reached across the sink and pushed the handle, turning the water off.
wewe stood with your hands in the sink, staring down at the escaping water.
“Why did wewe leave without telling me anything?”
wewe looked down at your soapy hands. “I thought it was for the best.”
“Why?”
wewe could feel his eyes on you. wewe 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,” wewe took a deep breath. “and, I thought it over and found that it was the best option for you.”
“Why would wewe possibly think that the best thing for me was to keep my daughter from me?”
“If I would have told you, wewe would have insisted that we keep the baby, and wewe would have aliyopewa everything up to take care of us.”
“That's what I should have done.”
“I didn't want wewe to sacrifice your future for me au my child.”
“She's my child too.”
“I know,” wewe sighed. “but I didn't even know what I wanted to do at the time.” wewe walked around him and took a kiti, kiti cha at the jikoni table. From where wewe sat, wewe could see Aurora sitting in the living room. “Declan,” wewe 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.” wewe looked back at Aurora. “I know this doesn't help, but it hasn't been easy.” wewe turned to look at him. “Since she could talk, it's like she knew wewe 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 alisema 'da?'” wewe 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 alisema 'Mommy? Where's my daddy?' What do wewe tell a three mwaka old when they ask where their father is? I couldn't tell her that her father didn't know that she existed.”
“What did wewe tell her?”
“I told her that her daddy couldn't be with us right now.”
Declan took the kiti, kiti cha across from you. “I'd like to get to know her.”
wewe leaned your elbows on the table. “I think that's a great idea, but wewe can't tell her who wewe 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 wewe decide that it's not what wewe want,”
“I'm not going to change my mind.”
“Okay, but if wewe do, au something happens that pulls wewe away, it'll hurt her a lot zaidi if she knows that you're her father.”
wewe both stared into each other's eyes.
“All right.” He sighed.
“Thank you.” wewe stood. “There's another saa until her kitanda time, so wewe can start bonding now.”
“Will do.” He stood and walked into the living room. He sat down beside her. “What're wewe 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.”
wewe stood at the sink, listening to Aurora and Declan, and smiled.
...
“She is asleep.” wewe 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.” wewe laughed. “I really am sorry about everything.” wewe 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 wewe to be a father. That includes inaonyesha up at dance recitals and soccer games, and being there on holidays, and taking her out every once in a while. And so much more. wewe need to be fully committed, she doesn't need a part time father.”
“I don't plan on disappointing you.”
wewe smiled at him. “Oh! I have some stuff to onyesha you.” wewe stood and walked down the hall and into your bedroom. wewe returned a dakika later with a big box. wewe sat it down on the flood in front of Declan, and sat behind it. wewe pulled out a giant pink scrapbook, and various makala 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.” wewe showed him a tiny pink dress with ruffles. “This is what she wore when she came home.” wewe laughed.
“It's adorable.”
“My mom picked it out.” wewe rolled your eyes and folded it on the floor beside you. wewe pulled out a couple zaidi outfits, explaining their significance, before putting all of them back in the box, and picking up the picha album. “Okay, here's the good stuff.” wewe scooted over so that wewe were sitting inayofuata 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.” wewe 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.
wewe both sat there for two hours flipping through the scrapbook. wewe explained every picture to him, often stopping to tell a funny story that goes along with one, au 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.” wewe could feel Declan's eyes on you. wewe turned to look at him, and locked eyes with him.
There was silence for a few moments as wewe both just stared at each other.
Finally, wewe tore your eyes away from his and stood to put the box away.
“_____,” Declan watched wewe move.
wewe squatted behind the box and looked at him.
“I've missed you.” He blushed.
“I've missed wewe too.”
“I haven't Lost my feelings for you.”
wewe looked down at the box. “Declan, don't say that.”
“It's true. Every relationship I've had since wewe ended soon after it began.”
wewe looked up at him, your eyes flooded. “It's too soon to say that.”
He read your eyes and nodded. “I do upendo you.”
wewe nodded. “And I'll always upendo you, wewe gave me Aurora.”
“Maybe one siku we can upendo each other for zaidi than our daughter.”
“Maybe.” wewe 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 kwa a smile.
Declan watched wewe walk, and smiled. He was happy to have wewe back in his life.