When Snowflakes Fall | Completed

Chapter 8 | Talk It Out

HAYDEN WILSON

MY HEART BEATS NERVOUSLY in my chest as I raise my hand up to knock on the door of Chrissy's house. After a few knocks, I take a step back and take a deep breath, my hands warm from the cold air in the pockets of my fleece, navy blue colored coat.

Running into Bexley at Walmart made me almost buckle with emotion, but I kept myself together. I wanted nothing more than to grab her by her waist and kiss her, but we both need to talk about everything, including her son, who may or not be mine.

With a quiet click, the semi-large, dark grey colored door opens and Bexley's face is revealed to me. She sucks in a breath and I do the same, staring at her Linkin Park t-shirt that hugs her slim build and then casting my eyes down to the black yoga pants she's wearing. They hug her hips and curves any attractive and confident female would like them to.

"Hey," she breathes out and opens the door fully, so I can walk in.

"Hi," I greet her and undo the zip of my coat and then pull the warm material off, hanging it on a coat rack that's placed by the door. I take off my boots and place them on the welcome mate before facing Bexley. "Are you always this stunning?"

"I'm wearing a t-shirt and pants..." Bexley trails off, a light blush starting to cover her cheeks, her stud nose ring glimmering in the bright lights above us. "Are you always so sappy?"

"Always," I respond, familiar feelings resurfacing. She looks at the ground, her arms crossed over her chest. "Where's Nash?"

"Chrissy and Jared rook him sled riding," she answers my question with a small smile. "We should talk."

I nod. "Lead the way."

I follow Bexley to the living room that's completely empty, a Christmas tree in the far right corner of the room. A couch is placed in the middle and a large, flat-screen TV is on a tv stand against a wall, directly in front of the cream-colored couch. The living room is empty and the tv is playing cartoons. A few wrapped presents are under the white and gold-colored tree.

"Take a seat," Bexley offers and points at the couch. She sits on the couch and crosses her legs and faces me, a guilty look on her familiar face, the scar from her eventful childhood still above her eyebrow. "I don't even know where to start, Hayden."

"Start from the day you left Oregon and me."

Her blue, vibrant eyes snap up to mine. "I-I found out that I was going to be a mother," she whispers, her voice cracking. "I panicked. You were chasing the dream of being a lawyer and you said that you didn't want kids that early in your life, our lives. I didn't want to ruin your plans and dreams."

My eyes find hers. "He's mine? Bexley, I loved you. I still do, but he is our kid. I've missed out on five years of his life. Five fucking years!" I raise my voice, the feeling of betrayal making itself known to me.

"Hayden, I'm sorry, okay?" She shouts, tears forming in her eyes that I've grown to love. "I know that this a lot on you and if you don't want to be a father to Nash then that's okay with m-"

"Are you kidding? Bexley, he's our son, and I'm not you. I don't leave when shit gets hard," I snap, my eyes pinned to hers. Hurt flashes through her face and she looks down at her lap.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap or scream at you," I apologize and she looks at me.

"You know, not a day went by where I didn't regret leaving."

"I believe you," I whisper and then my eyes grow wide. "You named him Nash, after me?"

"Yes, I hope you don't mind."

"I don't," I tell her honestly. "Tell me more about him. What's he like?" I lean against the couch, my elbow placed on it and my head on my palm as I stare at Bexley, waiting for her to answer my question.

"He's a handful," she laughs as she starts to tell me about our son. That damn laugh, a laugh that I haven't heard in so long.

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