Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎 - 𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚘 𝙼𝚎

"So, I stayed with my mom until one morning, she didn't wake up." Damien continued to explain, "Then I planned her funeral, everyone came over, I signed her bakery over to my name and transferred it to the business. And I stayed with my dad until I knew that he was going to be okay, at least okay enough for me to leave."

"Damien," I began, "I'm so sorry, I didn't-"

"My dad actually started to get sick to, so he told me to leave before I got sick too." Damien sighed, and smiled gently, "But he says he's much better now."

I gently rested a hand onto his shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly as he seemed to crumble under my touch, "I'm sorry about your mom, Damien. I didn't know, Chase didn't tell me."

"And I don't want this to make my disappear any better for you, because it was wrong. I should've woken you up, I should've called you before I even stepped foot onto that plane. I shouldn't have trusted Chase as much as I did. And I'm sorry. I'm sure my disappearance was very hard for you, and I'm sorry."

That feeling gathered in my stomach again, the nausea collecting in the bottom of my gut, sinking heavy. I swallowed and pushed it down deep. Why would Chase lie? Why would he cover it up? Damien then turned back to look at me, his brown eyes sad. I was fighting the urge to spill the past three months. The depression, the pregnancy, the kiss...the loss. But he was grieving still, and I didn't need to add to it. I was grieving, and didn't want to talk about it yet.

"Chase showed me an email a long time ago," I cleared my throat, "It said that you handed the business over to him? And that you were leaving?"

"No, no." Damien laughed, "I gave him temporary privileges as a full-time owner. It's just enough power to sign minor documents. It was just so he could save my business while I was gone. And I told him that I was coming back. I didn't have a date, but I had on intended on coming back to the manor once my situation was 'fixed'. " My head was spinning with all this new information. I can't believe Damien lost his mom. She was his person, the person that he'd need most in his life. And he lost her. I couldn't imagine the pain he was going through, or his dad. Damien then squeezed onto my hands, looking lovingly into my eyes, "I know I couldn't say if before, but I love you. I love you with everything that I have, and everything that I don't. The whole time that I was away, I wanted to come back and be with you so bad. My body hurt. My brain hurt. I just wanted to be back home with you, because I love you. And I'm so glad that you're here, and that we're together. I love you (Y/N). I didn't say it before, but now I am. I love you."

I smiled gently, leaning onto his shoulder as the breezed rushed over our cheeks, "I love you, Damien." I listened as he sighed happily, then running a hand through my hair before circling around and cupping my chin, pulling my face closer to his. Damien's eyes connected with my lips, his breath trembling on my face. But before we could connect, I pulled away, adverting my gaze back onto the cobblestone that rested beneath us.

"I can't." I huffed, almost silently, "I'm sorry, Damien, but I can't."

Damien laughed quietly, almost awkwardly. He waited a second before he stood and held a hand out to me, smiling, "It's okay. I understand, and that's okay. I'll wait."

I stood up onto my feet and swiftly took my hand from his, then tucking it behind my back. Damien seemed a little hurt by this, but I decided to ignore this and return back to the kitchen. Cory was waiting by the door, his arms crossed over his chest, drilling into the back of Damien's head. I rested a hand onto his arm, which caused Cory to jerk away from Damien, then looking at me caringly, "Is everything okay? Do I need to handle something?"

"No, Cory. We're just fine." I smiled, then turning back to Damien who was trying to tend to the dead garden, "He explained everything, and it's fine but-"