The Sound of Your Voice | on hold

Chapter 29

Hi, sorry for the long wait! Here's a long awaited chapter...
I'm now finished with school for now, and since I'm only in middle school, I'll have a lot of free time and now have to worry about stuff.

Someone could've told me that I had a son. Now here I was, frozen onto gripping the thought that I had a goddamn son.
Would Tris even let me near him? Would I even be a good father? Would I be like him?
I was stuck, trying to escape everything.
Can I get amnesia, like just right now? I didn't want to deal with my life - me, a broken popstar with a surprise child.
I slam my head against the wall, trying to believe. Was Tris done with me? Did she share my son with another boyfriend, was I still eligible to be the person I wanted to be for Toby?
I grab my phone, mumbling something along the lines of me being a pansycake.
I dial Tris
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"Four," Tris greets me, biting on her lip as she gives me a weak smile. "You came."
"Why wouldn't I?" I ask her gently. "I want to be a figure for your son."
"Our son," she corrects me, quietly. "I'll get Toby."
She walks up the stairs of the apartment, and I awkwardly stand there, noting everything.
My eyes catch on a frame... our frame. The one I rescued from New York.
Tris still has it. I bite back a smile and look up towards the stairs, where Tris is leading the little boy down.
There is a tuft of dark hair on the boy's head, and he has Tris's eyes. He has my hooked nose, and I can't help but smile.
"Toby," she says quietly. "Meet Four, your daddy."
Toby starts to cry, staring at me. "Where were you, daddy?"
My heart is breaking, where was I? I could've not been a celebrity and rejected Amar's offer to make me become a star. I could've stayed in Dauntless with Tris, instead of her being in Factionless and me being in Dauntless. We could've raised our own children in Dauntless.
But being the stupid, selfish man I am, I blew every chance of that dream.
"Tobiah Caleb Eaton!" scolds Tris.
I'm startled, even after I haven't been here for fourteen months of Toby's life, he has my last name.
"Daddy, I needed you!" he cries, and I am mentally cursing at myself. This poor kid...
"I'm here now, Toby," I whisper. "And I'm not planning on leaving."

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