yours and mine - mason mount

thirty-four

Ella's POV:
My eyes don't move at the sight in front of me. They're talking like normal as if they're long distant friends who recently met each other. My heart can't help but break at the sight. He wouldn't right? Not after everything? That isn't Mason, but tears still brimming in my eyes.

She moves her hands up and down his biceps, and he doesn't stop her. She looks at him in adoration, like she's the only man she'll ever love. I look at him like that. He throws his head back and laughs at whatever she says. Wanting to intervene but I know I shouldn't. Maybe I'm overthinking it, for all I know she could be family... but family doesn't look at one another like that.

She gets closer to him and leans into him, I gasp, wishing inside for it not to happen, but instead of looking, I walk away. "Dada..." Luka whispers, his big hazel eyes confused, he saw his dad occupied. He's hurt... "Dada's busy, let's go home..." I attempt to keep it nice and cool, but it's painful. I walk out back to the seating section but met with Ben who was talking to Christian.

"Ella! I didn't know you'd be here," he rushes me into a hug, Christian doing the same. I tuck my curtain bangs back before speaking up. "I wanted to surprise Mason, but he's busy," I say still attempting to keep it lowkey. But they know something is off, "Is he now? Well, let me go get him." Ben starts walking away before I grip his arm pulling him back.

"Actually me and Luka were just leaving, he's not feeling too well. I'll send him a text," they both look at me suspiciously as I stutter. I need to get out of here. I need to be home, away from this. I should've never came. His actions proved louder than his words. "Okay then. We will see you around," I wave goodbye before walking to the exit.

The air is much crisper now that it's fall. I zip Luka into a long sleeve onesie, before putting him to sleep, gently laying him on his bed. The warm water soothes my tense muscles, I quickly wash up in my favorite body wash before stepping out. I let my hair air dry as I begin to clean up the house.

I look around and take in the memories of the past weeks together. I break down, after trying to hold it in, but too weak to do so. I wipe my tears furiously before pacing back and forth continuing with what I was doing. Around 8 pm, the door opens, immediately recognize who it is.

Instead of averting my gaze to him, I wipe the counters. "Hey baby," he says cheerfully, wow... I nod my head, before washing my hands. "What's wrong..." his voice immediately changing from happy to panic. He attempts to grab my hands but I pull back. I scratch my head not being able to make eye contact, because I know if  I do, I'll cry.

"Ella look at me," he demands, but I refuse instead surprise us both with my words. "I'm heading upstairs, I've had a day..." He huffs defeated, grabbing my wrist trying to pull me back as I walk off.

"No. You're not gonna wait for me. Or at least stay up to play UNO? Maybe a movie" his voice now filled with sadness yet with hope. He patiently waits for an answer but frowns at my words. "I'm heading upstairs. Dinner's inside the oven if you'd like to eat." I jog up the stairs, brushing the tears away.

Instead of going into our bedroom to lay down, I walk over to Luka's room, sitting on the rocking chair. I stare at the photos inside the book, my fingertips brush against the material when I see a cute picture, laughing at the memory, or just stare at it intensely.

I pull out old photos of Mason and me, but I can't hold it any longer. What did I do to make him push away? Am I that bad of a girlfriend? Could he really be cheating on me? Who even was that girl? And how did they know each other...?

All these thoughts ran through my mind, trying to put back the pieces together but failing. I love him so much but this is scaring me. I could lose him... I stand up when Luka cries, he's currently teething his molars, making him have fevers or random bursts of pain.