𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄

I've been showing up I'm front of Tate's family's home for the past month at 9. a.m every morning. With flowers and the same bribing to get the gatemen to open the doors for me.

Each time, Her grandmother would cuss me out in Spanish, her mother would calm her down and Tate would yell and throw my flowers in my face.

As Aria said, I needed to show her I was sorry. Put in the effort. I had never gotten up at six am to go to the same place and ask for forgiveness before. Or ask for forgiveness at all. But her, she deserves so much more than how I've treated her.

It gets harder each day to not have her in the mansion. It's worse when I see the things she had left behind just staring at me like souvenir.

She left her favourite book which I've read at least seven times since she left. And it surprisingly made me feel like she was here. She has told me the storyline and all her favourite characters a hundred times before but yet, despite reading the same ending over and over, I never got bored.

Just like how I've gone to her over and over and still haven't given up.

Tate, after hundred of calls, finally answered my phone call last night and agreed to me up with me for breakfast this morning.

The way my heartbeat increased when she agreed is a feeling words can't explain.

I stare at the small slat and pepper pots in front of me. Carlo nods shooing away photographers trying to get a peep of what I've been up to since I left my company and left it for Mr Thompson.

It has been six minutes past the time she'd agreed to meet me at and I have a feeling she was not going to show up. That's she wants to mess with me.

Just as I'm about to call her she enters the breakfast diner and sits in front of me.

"Tate. How have you been?"

She sighs. "I'm okay. You wanted to talk."

"Please, Tate-"

"Say what you need to say quickly. I have an appointment in half an hour and if I don't leave in ten minutes I'll be late."

I nod. "I'm sorry, Tate. You've probably heard about my mother and how she died. I'm so sorry that I even thought for a second to betray your trust. But you need to know that loving you was real. All of it. From the moment you called me to your room to treat my wound when you just moved in, I was falling for you. I just didn't know it then."

"I wish I can turn back time and tell you it all. If I had just trusted you or gone to you about the situation. My plan wasn't to fall for you. Believe me. I planned this not knowing I'd fall in love."

I hold onto her hand and search for her eyes. "I'm so sorry. I understand if you're done and there's no going back but I had to at least tell you the love here was real. At least from my side."

She nods and places her hand on her lap. "I have to leave."

"What appointment?"

"My baby check-up. Today's twelve weeks."

I hesitate before asking. "C-can I come? I missed the past three or four and I really just want to be there for you through the pregnancy-"

Tate nods. "Okay. Sure."

Is smile softly and he follows me into my car. Carlo's eyes brighten as he sees Tate enter. "Hello, ma'am. I've missed seeing your face."

Tate lets out a quiet laugh. "I've missed seeing you too."

𖤐𖤐𖤐

Dr Jones moves her attention to the ultrasound screen. "It's currently about the size of a plum."

Tate smiles as she looks at our child.

Dr Jones wipes the gel off of her stomach and sits by her computer. "The baby is doing well. And should be safer as we have hit the twelve weeks mark. There is always still a chance of miscarriage so still be very careful and mindful of what you eat but it's got off the under twelve weeks risky scale."

"You should be good to go. If you have any problems, please call. Your safety is very important. Okay?"

Tate nods as Dr Jones leaves the room.

Before I know what I'm doing, I'm getting down on my knees and pressing light kisses onto Tate's stomach.

My eyes tear as I realise if Tate chooses to leave me it would be hard for our child's future. It would be hard for me knowing I wouldn't always be in the other room.

"Tate, please," I beg her.

Her eyes widen and she watches me on my knees begging for her forgiveness.

Tate's eyes water as she holds both sides of my cheek. "I'm sorry." She whispers. "I miss you. It's so hard doing this on my own and-"

I stand and wrap my arms around her. "It's okay. You're okay."

𖤐𖤐𖤐

I help Tate into our bed and she wraps her arms around me tight like she never wants to let go again.

"Do you think you can forgive the others? I did tell them to be quiet about it. And they all care for you. Especially Aria. She's miserable without you."

Tate nods. "I'll talk to everyone tomorrow."

I bring my lips to hers and she kisses me back almost instantly. The kiss was hungry and violent. Like she's been carving my kisses. She pulls back and removes my shirt and I do the same with hers.

She presses her lips back to mine as she crawls on top of me and smiles* against my lips.

She sits on my lap as we make out in my dark bedroom.

It feels like hours before we break apart.

"I love you." She whispers as I slide my fingers to her waist.

I look up at her and hum. "I love you more."