Spelivia Diaries: Shots of Love

Like You'll Never See Me Again 6.0

A/N: It's been an minute since I last posted but after the last part, I needed an reset. I will reiterate this, if you don't like it, then simply don't read and leave comments respectfully. On another note, I hope everyone who reads enjoys this next part. 

Two Weeks Later~ Present Day

It had been an few weeks since the estranged couple had that encounter at the hospital. Spencer was released later on that day to recover at home for the time being. Aside from an daily casual text here and there throughout their day, they didn't really speak to one another. Spencer was still contemplating the offer to rehabilitate in her home amidst all the turmoil their marriage had been facing. Pending DNA test results one of many things they had to worry about. As he laid up in bed, eyes to the ceiling, arms spread out, head tilted, his mind began to replay every event that led them to where they were today. His anger towards her was no secret to anyone, but after the fury would dissipate, his heart would go back to an feeling that lied dormant since the moment they separated: He misses her. With every bone in his body, he missed his wife and as much as he wanted to ignore that, he couldn't. Especially with her being pregnant and the high possibility of it belonging to him. Was that enough to find an way to forgive her? Could it be enough for him to want to reconcile at some point? He didn't know anymore. Tired of living in his head, he lifted off the bed, swiping his keys from the dresser, heading for the door, going to the one place he could find clarity.

"Hey pops, I know, it's been an minute since I last visited.... sorry for that. Had an lot going on in my life if I'm being honest...." 

He bent down, setting the flowers down on the stone, lowering himself, to sit beside it, lifting one knee up, crossing his arms over it, laying his head back, with an deep sigh.

"Life's an mess right now, pops.... Darnell's gone, Coop's gone, your gone. You know I was in an accident few weeks ago that could've claimed my life. I didn't think I was gonna wake up, but I did......and I have never felt more alone. It's like.... the walls are closing in on me, everywhere I turn, there's always something happening in the amiss, tryna hold me back from everything I've always wanted" An beat of silence commenced. Another sigh came out as he continued.

"We never uh.... got the chance to talk about this, so I guess now I can tell you. I knew I always wanted to be an father one day and a husband to an woman that I love who can give the same in return. I wanted to create something real, give my child or children the life I never had growing up, an two parent household. Two people devoted to the family they made....and each other. I never wanted them to feel the way that I did when you left all those years ago. We may have made amends, but that shit follows me everywhere, even in my relationships. I got the companion, and it's looking like I could be an father now, but this isn't how I imagined it would be. Separated from the mother in question, trust broken. I didn't want it like this dad. When you love someone, and I mean deeply love them, and they hurt you, what do you do? How do you reconcile that hurt without completely walking away from them?"

 Spencer rubbed his hands together, pondering the answer to that question, then the quiet came again. As he looked to the sky, goosebumps began to form on his arm, and he felt an gust of wind pass him by. An small smile formed on his face leaving an partial chuckle.

"Okay, so your saying I should stop making guesses or assumptions about what's gonna happen and find out for myself?" 

Another wave of wind came stronger, breezing against his face, catching him off guard. Knowing what it meant, he began to laugh to himself.

"I see why you and Billy were best-friends. Give him an hug for me when you can"

 Soon as the words left his mouth, he dug in his pocket for his phone, dialing digits to the person he knew he needed to talk to next.