Talking To The Moon [z.m.]

29: Spaces

Zayn's POV

A week passes and everything goes back to normal, except it doesn't feel normal. Not to me.

Things with Faith.. They didn't seem comfortable. We were too isolated from each other.

After she asked me if we did anything when I took her home the night she got drunk, I haven't spoken anything but a word to her. Of course I'd still see her at Uni, walking through the hallways, during breaks, and in art class, but apart from that, I haven't seen her. It's been two weeks.

I haven't seen Alex either. The only thing I heard was that he was still going to daycare and got an art class to go in the afternoon after Faith would pick him up. Ben told me that two days ago when I went to go visit him and the guys.

I couldn't do it. I couldn't bear to be separated from my son any longer. It already felt like we were somehow drifting apart after all the time we've lost to be together and bond. I needed to see him, I missed him.

So since today was a Saturday and I didn't have work, I called Faith after ten and asked her if we could have a day together as a family. I knew Alex was still trying to figure things out about Faith and I, and although he knew that we were separated, it was still hard for him to accept. He was too young to be experiencing these type of things.

Faith was surprised when I asked, but she didn't decline my offer. She told me to pick them up at one after Alex would take a shower. I told her it was fine and we both hung up. Dakota left this morning with a couple of friends to keep her mind off of things so I was by myself in my studio.

I took the time to shower, make myself a meal, and by meal, I mean cook the macaroni and cheese in a box and boil it in water, and get dressed.

I was planning on taking Alex and Faith to a fair an hour away. I hope Alex would like the rides and toys he could win, even the cotton candy. All I wanted was for him to be happy and have fun.

I decide to wear an MTV t-shirt where I cut off the long sleeves just because it looked cooler, black jeans, black shoes, and of course, my black jean jacket. My hair was starting to get long but nonetheless, I succeed on making my quiff. I was going to have to get a hair cut soon.

As soon as I was ready and it was past twelve thirty, I grab the keys to my black mustang and drove to Faith's apartment.

**

I knock on the door and hear voices behind it. A minute later, the door opens, revealing my baby boy.

"Daddy, daddy!"

I grin as soon as I hear his voice and bend down soon enough until he jumps into my arms. I hug him as tight, but not too tight, as I can and feel finally at peace that I have reunited with my son.

A figure appears in front of us, closing the door behind her. It's Faith.

She wears black jeans, black boots, a bracelet, and a burgundy shirt with a black square in the middle that says: NEVER AGAIN. Her hair is down and wavy, and she wears mascara and a mix of dark red and purple lipstick.

I stare a little too much and am brought back to my head when I feel Alex let go. I look at what he's wearing an smile. He wears a black shirt, burgundy jeans, black Jordan's, and a jean jacket. "Are you copying me, baby?"

Alex looks down and smiles guiltily, when he looks up at me, he's blushing. "Maybe. But don't be mad, Daddy. Mommy said it was okay if I did. I was only trying to look cool like you."

An immediate grin falls back on my face and I pull him into my arms again while Faith continues to stand in front of us, leaning on either foot every few seconds. "There's nothing better I'd like than to see you looking like your dad." I tell him. "And it's okay to dress the way you want, if you want. Be yourself."