The Years Between || G.W

2009- Emma's POV

***A/N*** Hey guys! How are you all? This chapter is really short but it's building to something big and I can't wait to see everyone's reaction! Fair warning, there is a little bit of domestic (if that's the right word) abuse so please be careful reading this chapter. Love you lots and I'll see you again soon! Toodles xx

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I call Travis for the third time today.

It's his weekend with Darcy and no matter how much I hate him, no matter how much I hate his new wife, Darcy has been sitting by the door muttering the word 'dada' for about half an hour now.

"Hi Travis," I say to the voice mail, "It's Emma again. Did you forget that you have a son? He's been waiting for you for two hours now." I look over at Darcy then lower my voice. I know he still doesn't get what I say half the time but I don't want him to hear what I say all the same, "Listen, I know you never wanted a kid... or a kid with me I should say, but at least let me know when you've decided enough is enough so I'm not sitting here wasting my day waiting for you to show your face. Just..." I take a breath, "If we aren't co-parenting anymore the least you could do is let me know. Either call me back or get here as fast as you can."

I hang up, putting the receiver of the phone back onto the wall mount. Darcy looks over his shoulder at me and smiles, "Dada!" He laughs.

I fake a smile, "Your Dada will be here soon," I say to him even though I have a sinking feeling that it's never going to happen.

I sit on the sofa and turn on the telly. If anything, I need Travis to take Darcy so I can drink as much wine as I can before the end of the weekend. I hate that I have to share my son, I hate that I have to deal with Travis of all people every other weekend. But he's Darcy's father. And kids need their fathers... or so I thought.

When another hour passes and there's still no sign of Travis I get up and scoop Darcy into my arms, "Might have to call it for the day bub," I say to him, kissing his cheeks, "Why don't we go to the park instead?"

"Dada," Darcy grabs the air in the direction of the door. It hurts, to see my son waiting for someone that's never going to show up. He's too young, no toddler should be in his position. He wouldn't be in this situation if I just listened to my mates and didn't marry the likes of Travis Williams.

"No Dada today I don't think baby," I kiss the tip of his nose, "I'm sorry." Saying that brings a tear to my eye and I can't stop from letting my tears fall down my cheeks, "I'm so, so, sorry my boy... my perfect little boy." I hold him as close to me as I possibly can without hurting him.

"Mumumumumumumumumum," Darcy murmers after a while.

I laugh and shake myself out of my mood, "You're right Darcy-pie. How about we stay in for the day? We can play with some blocks? Or the dollies that Uncle Walter and Uncle Lee got you hm?" I hike Darcy up higher on my hip and walk towards his small room, "Let's see here..." I bend over and throw a couple of toys into a bucket and kick it out into the living room. Darcy's little hands are holding onto my shirt tightly, watching me move back into the living room.

"Here we go," I set Darcy down on the ground and I sit beside him cross-legged, "What about this one?" I take a plastic doll out of the bucket and make her walk towards my son. He laughs and snatches the doll from me.

"Oh, you like that one do you?" I laugh as I sift through the box to find another.

It's a simple afternoon, playing dolls with Darcy as the news drones on from the telly. By the time I'm in the kitchen making dinner, Darcy is asleep on the sofa.