5. Eight years

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A knock on the door was heard. A middle-aged woman opened the door. When she saw who it was, she looked confused. His face was familiar to her, but she couldn't recognize the young man.
"Excuse me, how can I help you?" She asked. The young man smiled.
"Hello, Mrs Hofferson. Don't you remember me? It's me, Hiccup!" The aubrown haired man said with a smile. He knew he'd changed in these eight years, and he was excited to see how much the girl he loved so much had changed.
"Oh, Hiccup! I'm sorry,  I couldn't recognize you. You've changed much!" The woman said, laughing.
"So, um, is Astrid here?" He asked.
"Oh, no. Sorry. She's not here right now."
"Okay. Do you know when she is coming back?" Astrid's mother shook her head no.
"I don't know if she's ever gonna come back. She moved out eight years ago. I'm sorry." Tears were visible in Hiccup's eyes.
"D-do you know why?" She nodded.
"Sadly, yes. We had a fight eight years ago. She was pregnant, and I said terrible things like she had to abort her baby. Your baby, Hiccup." She began to cry.

Hiccup's POV:

I couldn't believe it! Astrid and I had a child together, and I didn't know that. I felt my heart break into a thousand pieces.
"Why didn't I know anything about it?" I only could whisper. Mrs Hofferson looked sad at me. She shook her head.
"I don't know. I'm sorry, Hiccup." Now I cried, too.
"D-do you know where she lives?"
"I think she lives with my husband's brother Finn. He always loved her so much. I'll give you his address."
"Thank you, Mrs Hofferson."
"Don't thank me. I made her move out."

I went to my car and found the address on GPS on my phone.

'Nadder Street 5'

I could only hope that she's there. During the whole drive, I was thinking about my child. Was it a girl? A boy? How old could it be? Seven, right? Would Astrid even allow me to see my child? I was so overwhelmed. My head was about to explode, and in that moment, I noticed that should turn left and I was there. I was in front of her house. Well, her uncle's. I was really nervous. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Coming!" I heard from the inside.

A blonde beauty opened the door. Her hair was down, and it fell down her shoulders, just like at the day I met her. She looked beautiful, like every single time I saw her. Her ocean blue eyes shone in the sun.

When she saw, she looked shocked. I knew what she was thinking. But I could just say one thing.
"Hey."

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