Find Me

12. A Family

Third Person POV:

The months painfully went by, some days consisting of challenges that both Hero and Jo had to face, and others were spent with them expressing their still everlasting love for each other. Yes nights were spent in between her sheets making love, others they were yelling at each other.

Josephine has not visited her son in these months either, she had made the decision not to till she was able to take him home. Her aunt often called her reporting of her sons sour mood since not getting his monthly visit from his mother. He often cries for his mother and talks to no one, refusing to till he sees his mom. Jo knows this and it absolutely kills her inside, Hero often holds her in his arms as she cries for her baby, her mental health, physical health and her love that she left long ago. She took away the little bit of a parent-child relationship he had. And it's eating her alive.

The pain inside her makes her want to retry what she attempted all those months ago and failed at. It is frequently that she thinks of it, before it was the alcohol that helped her escape these thoughts but now she has nothing and she refuses to go on medications that intensifies it, she can't do that again. Her teenage life was partially ruined because of those stupid pills that she was forced to consume.

But despite this all, she is still trying. Trying for Henry and trying for Hero.

Now the young English lad is facing some demons of his own, suddenly finding out about his son has put a damper on things due to the guilt he feels because of to not being able to experience all the things he should of. Jo's pregnancy, birth, first words, first steps. He feels guilt for it all.

He knows he shouldn't, it was neither his fault nor Jo's, but he can't help but feel like he could've done something to stop this all.

Hero seems so calm and collected on the outside as he watches the love of his life face her challenges, but in reality he too is crying on the inside. He wishes for the burn of alcohol in his throat and the way it makes him feel. But alas he has learned to control his habits and replace them. Nonetheless it is still a hard thing to do. As he watches Jo cry in frustration, anger, sadness and love he knows he can't wait for the day his son is in his arms with his girl by his side. That image seems to be the thing anchoring him to the earth instead of him floating without a purpose.

Some day things will be perfect. Yes, some day.

Hero POV (5 months later):

I'm nervous, so fucking nervous. Currently I am sitting in the passenger seat of Jo's Jeep as she drives with a triumphant smile on her face. Triumphant because she's been sober for all of these five months. And finally today is the day that Dr. Todd has deemed Jo well enough to have her son in her care.

Yes Dr. Todd, Jo refused to talk to anyone but her, so with the power of technology and online video chatting, Jo was able to have her sessions with her. She told her, her goal and Dr. Todd helped her achieve that goal.

Despite my nervousness, I look over to Jo with a proud smile on my face. She has worked hard for this. I know that. And watching Jo move on with her life from the thing that controlled so heavily was so bittersweet. But now here we are ten minutes away from our son and our new life. "Jo?" I ask.

"Yeah?" She briefly looks over to me before looking back to the road.

"How old is Henry?"

"A year and eleven months," she replies with a bright smile at the thought of her boy.

I nod my head in understanding.

(A/n: when Hero came to Australia it had been 2 years and 3 months since them being together and at that time Henry was a year and 6 months but now he's almost 2)

"So it's his birthday next month?" I then ask in realization with wide eyes.

"Yep," she smiles. "And now we get to spend his birthday as a family." Thats when my smile grows the biggest I think it's ever gotten.

A family.

That sounds amazing.

Pulling up a few minutes later, I start to get jittery in my seat. Jo puts her hand on my thigh, "you're gonna be alright, love." She chuckles then unbuckles her seatbelt.

"What if he doesn't like me? What if he just thinks I'm some weird creepy guy? Oh God I don't know if I'm ready for this!" I ramble out and grip my hair tightly in my fists.

Jo's loud laughs snap me out of my internal rambling. "What's so funny?" I huff and cross my arms.

"Nothing. Nothing at all. Let's go." She hops out of her seat and onto the pavement of her aunt's driveway.

Before I even get out of the car I hear, "mommy!" Come from a young voice and see a little boy running into Jo's awaiting arms. Jo stands up with the boy, our son in her arms and spins him around as he giggles. I hop out of the car and approach them with my face displaying my awe of seeing my son.

"Henry, I want you to meet someone." She looks over to me and so does he, his mismatched but beautiful eyes connect to mine and his thick dark eyebrows furrow together. "You know how you asked me where your daddy was?" He nods his head shyly as he looks her in the eyes. "This is him. This is your daddy."

His wide eyes snap to mine, steadily he reaches out his arms from being around his moms shoulders towards me and makes grabby hands indicating that he wants me to take me from his moms arms. I do and smile at the warm feeling of him, his tiny arms wrap around my broad shoulders and he grips me tightly as he burrows his face in my neck. "You're my dad?" His small voice questions.

"Yes, yes I am." I say in a broken voice and small tears streak my face.

Note from author❤️:

Hey loves! How has your Valentine's Day been? And who else basically died after seeing that teaser trailer?! I swear I couldn't breathe for a few minutes after haha.

Anyways what did you think of this chapter? Any thoughts or theories?

I'm not sure how long I want this story to be, also! I was asked a few months back to start a vampire herophine story, I wrote the prologue and stuff a while back and the type of vampires in the story are more of 'TVD' vampires. Who wants the prologue?

You know you love me xoxo,
Zoë