Unexpected~ (Completed♡)

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Nathan's P.O.V.

"Mom?", Zavier called.

"She's at work Zav." Macy was sort of absent. I stayed home with the kids and it worked for everyone. Mostly. Zavier was hers from a previous marriage, Beck was mine from the same, and we had Nial and Callum together. 

"Figures.", he muttered, coming into the kitchen. I panicked at his exhausted and broken state,

"What's wrong?" It took a lot to break him down, unlike his temperamental brothers.

"I-I thought I could handle it so I wasn't gonna say anything but-but I can't.", he whispered, "M-Me and Cali broke up." Cali and Zavier had dated for almost four years.

"Oh baby. I'm sorry.", I said hugging him tightly, "Why?"

"I-I-I caught her ch-cheating."

"I'm so sorry kiddo." 

"Zavi?" He stopped, stepping back and wiping his tears, as his mood flipped,

"Mia!", he cheered, hugging her, "What are you doing here?"

"Surprise!" I heard small footsteps before four year old Niall shuffled in, 

"Daddy?"

"Hey baby. You have a good nap?", I asked picking him up. 

"I had a bad dream."

"About what?"

"Bubba got hurt."

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I was sleeping on the couch- again- when someone woke me up.

"Dad?"

"What's up Zavi?" He sat next to me, ignoring Max on the other couch watching T.V. and Mason asleep next to him,

"Mom is too tired but I-I-" He paused, "Wh-Why wasn't I enough?", his voice cracked. I sighed, hugging him, 

"Baby you are enough. You're enough for your family and your friends and your team. Just because Cali needed something different does not mean you aren't enough. I hate seeing you like this but I'm so proud of you for coming to me. I'll always be here to listen and help you as much as I can."

"I know. I love you."

"I love you too kid."

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I got into Zavier's car, sighing,

"Hand them over.", I said sternly. He froze,

"Y-Yes sir." He shakily handed me a pack of cigarettes, which I opened to find one partially smoked,

"Not even one?", I questioned.

"I-I thought I was gonna die."

"Eventually, you would." I sighed as he pulled out of the driveway, "What's going on kid?"

"I-I just keep trying things other people do to feel better."

"Give me your arm." He slowly held out his right arm as I pulled up his sleeve, hesitating before unwrapping the gauze. There was a small but deep cut in his arm, which he pulled back,

"I-I overreacted. It just bled a lot."

"Zavier you cannot start this shit. What else have you done? I'm not mad, I just need to know." 

"I-I hit some stuff. I was gonna drink but you let us and I'm not a fan and I was gonna do drugs but I couldn't even smoke pot without panicking and calling you."