Once in a lifetime.

⚠️𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘

Part two will be mostly from Dalton's point of view.

Juliet
𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛
January

El came with me to one of my scary doctor's appointments. I didn't ask, she volunteered, but I have a feeling Aaron asked her too. Since I've moved in with them Aaron and Eleanor have made me feel more welcome than I think I ever have in my parent's house.

It was nice to be around people who weren't looking at me weird and judging me or looking at me weird for the weird things happening to my body. She held my hand through the drawing of the blood and even laughed with me when my nurse asked if she was my girlfriend.

Waiting for the doctor was the most impatient I've been. Well ever since I and he who must not be named broke up. I tried to do everything in my power to keep my mind off of the two top things that were on my mind.

My baby, and its daddy. Cayden had quickly become my best friend to that I told everything to, but he was at a vocal lesson and I was starting to run out of things to distract myself with. Finally giving in I grabbed my phone, and that's when I saw it. I knew as soon as I saw the picture what day it was. Dalton and I share a love of Harry Potter for the main reason that it's a magic place where you can escape.

"He. He went...." I hadn't realized that I said it out loud.

"What?" Eleanor said as I blinked over and over staring at my screen. "What? Who went where? What are you talking about?"

"I....he....we" We planned to go. Together. And instead. "He went without me!" El snatches my phone from my hand.

I smash my fists into my eyes, begging and pleading for the tears not to come. Not now, not when I'm here and my focus is supposed to be my baby. What did I expect, I had broken up surgery for him. I was the one who denied his proposal. I should be over him, but here I am with my stomach exposed and my doctor on her way, crying. No, Not now.

"Oh no." I feel her response, not knowing if she said it out loud or not. "I....Juliet..." she breaths out. She was never a fan of Harry Potter, never understood it, El did know how much it meant to me though.

"Stop." I choke out. "Just...." It was the first time I saw a picture of Dalton since our breakup. I don't know what I expect, I was still following his Instagram. I still never expected to see him again, and a part of me hopes he was just as miserable without me as I am without him. Although the other part of me hopes he moves on.

What Dalton and I have, or had, was something interesting and special. I am forever bonded with him, not only because of the baby he left me with but because we connected on a much deeper level than I would have ever imagined.

Seeing the photo stunned me, I could have stared at it for hours, but I didn't want to. It's difficult for me to read whether he's happy or he's sad, and I guess some people could say that either way, it's none of my business, but I need to know.

Does he wake up from a dream with me sweating and crying? Does he stare at his phone for hours, hoping to get a call, a text, or even an email? Because that would be better than nothing? Or would it? Would I want him to tell me whether he had decided to move on or not? Would I want to know if he's happy, or talking to a girl he really likes, or if he's better off alone and happy that way?