This Is What I Live For (Final Story)

Part 14

(Reader POV)

A week later

You held Paul's hand as the two of you rode side by side in the back seat of the car with baby Amelya sleeping calmly in her car seat. The week had finally come for you to visit your mother in Oklahoma and your nerves were overwhelming. Paul traced little circles around the top of your hand and you looked up to see the worry gaze in his own eyes. Leaning forward, you kissed his lips, feeling him smiling against yours.

"Thank you for doing this and I'm glad Evan will be here in a couple of days for the wedding," you said

"I'm not particularly excited for him to be around your mother or Amelya, but if this gets a ring on your finger faster, I'll do whatever you want. Just know I'm not gonna put up with any crap this trip. We came as a family and we will leave together as one not like last time. Do I make myself clear?" Paul asked.

"Completely. We won't have to worry about you getting into a punch fight with my brother, but there is Michael I'm worried about," You replied.

"He just needs to stay the fuck out of my way and there will be no problems. Now, are we going to the hotel first or to your mother's treatment center?" Paul asked.

"We will go to the treatment center first, but promise me you will be on your best behavior, for your daughter's sake," You countered back

Paul flashed you a devilish smile and then leaned forward, kissing your lips roughly before nipping them. You groaned and pushed him away as the car came to a stop at the same hospital the two of you had visited almost ten months previous. The singer flipped down his sunglasses and jumped out of the car, walking over to the other passenger door and grabbing the car seat before offering you his hand to help you out of the car. The two of you looked at each other for a moment, both of you searching for a boost of confidence from each other.

"No matter what, we are a family and she can't destroy that anymore. I love you, Y/N and I promise we will make it through this trip, with or without your family present. Okay?" He whispered.

"I love you, too, thank you. It's the four of us from this day forward," You replied, before kissing his lips.

The two of you stayed in the embrace for a few moments until the baby began to cry from her car seat, making the two of you chuckle. You reached in and picked Amelya up out of her seat and looked into her emerald green eyes, seeing her flash a gummy smile at the two of you. Leaning down, the two of you kissed the baby's cheek before you walked into the hospital. Paul took the baby from your arms as you walked to the front desk and asked for your mother's room number, listening closely as the nurse gave you direction.

"Room 330" You said to Paul

"Lead the way, my love, and we will follow." He replied.

The three of you walked in silence down the hall to the elevator, making eye contact with each other as memories began to flood through. The singer wrapped his arm around you and kissed your hair, trying to melt your anxiety away as you hit the third floor button. You gave his hand a squeeze before looking down at the baby, seeing her slowly falling back to sleep in her father's arms. It was clear the little girl felt just as safe in her father's arms as you had in your own. The elevator door opened quickly and the two of you walked out to find Melissa standing outside the first room on the left with a small smirk on her face.

"I dint think you were going to show," She replied

"Well, we hadn't planned on it, but my daughter deserves to see her grandmother and we are getting married here so mother can see it. Is she in there?" You asked.

"Let me see the baby and yes, she is. Just got back from treatment, so try not to start a ruckus." Melissa replied.

"You can hold our baby in the room sitting down where I can keep an eye on you. You don't make demands, Melissa, not when it comes to my children." Paul said sternly.

She rolled her eyes and pushed open the door, waving for you three to follow her. You looked at paul and mouthed I'm sorry to him before he put his hand on your shoulder and gave it a tight reassuring squeeze. Your mother laid in the bed with an oxygen mask on and her eyes close. Your heart jumped to your throat as you looked at the woman who raised you lying in the bed. Tears streamed down your face, and you turned to the singer, feeling his arms quickly wrap around you as best he could with the baby in his arms.

"No need for tears. Y/N treatment always makes her tired. Evelyn, your daughter, granddaughter and her future husband are here. You need to wake up." Melissa called.

Your mother slowly opened her eyes and flashed a smile at you and the baby before the smile quickly faded to a frown at the sight of Paul. The singer took a seat next to the bed and looked down at Amelya, giving you a clear sign he wasn't happy about the greeting. You sat down on the bed next to your mother and grabbed her hand, bringing it to your lips to gently kiss it.

"When did you get in?" Your mother asked.

"About twenty minutes ago. How are you feeling?" You asked.

"Oh, not the best, but I would love to see my only grandchild, unless my grandson is here too with the hippie." She said.

Paul let out a growl and snapped his head up to look at you, making your stomach drop. You let go of your mother's hand and ran your own hand through your hair, trying to figure out what to do.

"Mom, we need to talk before this conversation gets out of hand," you said sternly

She looked up at you with tears in her eyes, making you instantly regret using the tone with her. Paul stood up and put his hand on your shoulder, making you jump slightly before you turned back around to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and silently cried into his shoulder as you looked down at your daughter, wondering why your mother had to be so cold right from the start of the visit.

"Remember what I said no matter what we leave here as a family," He whispered

"Speak up hippie, the whole room wants to hear your pep talk," Melissa said

"You know what? I'm not going to fight the two of you while my daughter lies in my arm. Y/N ill be in the car. When you are ready, you come out and we will go to the wedding chapel. I love you but I won't be disrespect anymore," He replied before turning and walking out the door.