Breaking Gates

Chapter 12

Summary:

All Spanish translation was done via Google Translate. I apologize if they are not 100% accurate.

Chapter Text

"Baby! What's wrong?" The panic in her voice only made him cry harder. He could feel her climb onto his lap, small hands framing his face.

"Eddie, please, sweetie, talk to me." Ally pleaded gently, brushing the hair from his face.

"I've never had someone say anything like that to me, I don't even know how to feel about it. I don't feel worthy, or good enough. You're just so perfect, and to hear you talk about me like that, it's just." His voice cut out; he couldn't meet her eyes. He felt ashamed at his reaction, but her words shattered his heart in the best way.

"Oh, mi amor, I'm so sorry, not for what I said, but that you have been hurt so much that this is your reaction. I love you, all of you. Yes, we will probably have issues, that can be said for any relationship, but I would never change you. You are just so wonderful, and bright, and kind. You might not be what society considers ideal, but you are perfect for me." Ally soothed, cradling his head to her chest.

She held him there, running her fingers through his hair, whispering sweet nothings to him in Spanish. Eddie clung to her; the events of that evening coupled with her endearing words almost too much for the metal head to handle. He had never felt so strongly about anyone the way he did about her. He would go to hell and back if it would make her smile, he would overcome any odd, just to stay by her side. The thought should have terrified him, becoming to attached to someone so quickly, but it didn't because he had seen first hand, she felt the same, with the same intensity as him.

Moving to snuggle deeper into her chest, his nose brushed the sides of her housecoat further apart. He noticed her adjusting herself, her legs no doubt starting to cramp, quickly picking her up he laid them down on the couch, his face still buried in her chest but giving her a chance to stretch out her legs, tangling them together. They laid like that for a while, simply holding each other in silence.

"Can I tell you something?" Her voice cracked as it filled the room. Feeling him nod against her, she continued.

"I saw my mom in the void." Her confession felt heavy on her tongue.

"I kinda figured, once I saw the sketch you had done." He whispered, big, doe eyes looking up at her.

"I wanted to be happy. I mean, she's my mom, and I miss her so much, but the truth is, I felt cheated. She was trying to warn me, she said I wasn't ready or strong enough to face what was coming. I." Her voice cut out as she struggled with her words.

"I have missed my mother for twelve years. I had so many things I wanted to talk to her about, ask her about and instead I got a lecture on how I wasn't strong enough. I got told that I predicted her death, that I have somehow always been connected with death. I didn't get to tell her anything about you or how my life has been since she passed. And the worst part is, I may have been able to communicate with her all this time, and missed all of those chances, or she could have reached me and chose not too." Ally could feel her throat tighten at the last thought.

"Maybe, or maybe not. Brid could have been watching over you all this time, waiting until you were strong enough to handle the stress on your body. She could know every little thing about your life, and just not have had the time to tell you. Or, maybe she is the one who isn't strong enough to keep the connection for extended periods of time? What if the strain goes both ways?" Eddie inquired softly.

"I think, in that moment, she was more a mother, than she has been able to be in twelve years. Her thought was only on warning you, protecting you. That kind of love, baby, it is what artists dream of, what musicians play for and what soldiers fight for. She reached beyond the realm of death in an effort to save you." His voice was filled with deep admiration for the older woman.