The one that got away

Chapter 11

So what if I write another fan fic? I have this idea so hopefully you all will read it! Anyways this story is almost done. There's an epilogue I'll post in a few days. Thanks for reading, voting, and commenting! It made me love this story even more. You guys are awesome.

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Once the excitement from John's outburst died down, I was ready for the party to be over. My wrist was throbbing, but Dylan was so excited for her cake I didn't have the heart to cut the party short. We sang her happy birthday and she blew out her candles. She wanted Bellamy to help her get the ones she missed. We watched her open her presents, everyone had been thinking Princesses thanks to Octavia. Apparently she decided since I was Bellamy's princess, Dylan was too. Dylan got fussy after presents. She had held out longer than I expected since there weren't any other kids for her to play with.

Raven and Octavia told me they would take care of cleaning up the yard. I offered to help, but I was still holding my wrist. Raven shook her head and told me to go get some ice for it. They could take care of the mess they made. Once I got inside I grabbed a bag of frozen peas, and listened to the voices coming from upstairs.

I walked slowly up the steps, thinking about how quick Bellamy always is to defend us. Never once did he care what happened to him, he stepped in front of me and Dylan. Even Lincoln had defended us. I didn't get a chance to thank him for that. Especially since he was the one who first hit John.

I stopped outside Bellamy's bedroom door, listening to him talk to Dylan. I smiled, looking at the spare room. Bellamy had been sleeping on the couch. There was a bed he could've been sleeping on, and yet he had put the blankets on the couch. I shook my head, realizing he had been protecting us even when we were sleeping. It was after the first time John came that he went to the couch. Sure our kiss had initiated it, but then again he didn't choose the bed. He stayed down here.

If John broke in he would be the first one to hear it. He would be able to protect us before he made it upstairs and found us in Bellamy's bed. I smiled again, shaking my head. Always the protector. Even if he thought he was being sneaky. I wanted to kick myself, why was I still afraid of myself and these feelings we both had for each other?

I stood in the door way looking at my two favorite people. Bellamy was sitting in his bed, holding Dylan between his legs. She was looking at the pictures, pointing and smiling as he read to her. She loved Goodnight Moon, she had me read it to her every single night for a while. Bellamy was even doing little voices for all the characters, I smiled at the scene in front of me.

Once again I was grateful for my best friend, even if he had made me mad earlier. He had gotten her away from the scene that exploded, he had made sure her birthday wasn't ruined by anyone.

I sighed and decided not to interrupt their moment together. I held my wrist in my hand and went back down to the kitchen, searching for something to help with. John had gotten pretty close to hurting me once again. I was at a loss as to what I could clean up with one wrist. It hurt pretty badly, every time I tried to twist it, the pain went up my arm. I was hoping it was just a sprain and nothing more.

Even with the scene John had made, Dylan's birthday had been better than the last two. There were more people to spoil her, more people to laugh with. It had been better mostly because Octavia had went all out. She really did love that little girl. Almost as much as her brother did.

I was glad we sort of worked out our problems. I knew I was blowing the Jasper thing out of proportion, but at the same time it hurt to hear him act like it was nothing. He had been the one telling our friends how he felt. He had been the one waiting for me while I was away. I didn't need him to declare his love for me in front of everyone. But I didn't want him to be afraid to say what he was feeling to anyone else but me either.