Leather Dreams

Reminder

Reminder (Chap 14)

Dexters pov:

Amaya and I sit on the curb of a street, in the quiet dead of night, while we both pretend to be serious and ignore the giddy feelings fluttering around.

"So.....how did we meet then?"

"It's a long story, darlin. Sure you can handle all of it?" I grab my sunglasses of my lap and push the against my hair.

"We might as well. There's no point in dragging it out,"

"Fair enough," I roll up my sleeves, showing some of my tattoos and notice her looking down at the pavement, I can't help but to resist teasing her.

"Awww is someone admiring my looks?" I squeeze her hand which is in my pocket and give her an easy smile.

"Stop making up excuses, Greyson, just tell me," she glowers at me and I raise my arms up in defence.

Damn. She really knows how to read right through me. And also make me feel like I'm free and I'm normal. Yeah, I'm totally keeping her.

"Alright....it all began three years ago....." I start.

————————-(Three years ago)

It was actually quite a nice day even though I wanted to kill myself. The sun was out, brightly and people were doing stuff.

I don't know the full details because I only had one thing on my mind.

A small baby left on my doorstep, saying that he's mine.

Hate slammed into me as I buried my face into my arms and started at the small baby next to me in the pushchair at the park. I'd taken the baby out and was going to meet with Celean and Max about this situation.

They'd help me and know what to do. But frustration clawed at my throat and i suddenly felt like a child again and wanted to cry.

Fuck....this was so ironic. I'm nearly 20 and have got a baby. And yet, I just want to cry and runaway from all of this.

I peered down at the pushchair and two small grey eyes looked up at me in wonder. That's me. That's a little me. My baby. My own baby.

I hesitated before reaching down to gently hold the babies hand and to my surprise he grabbed my finger and smiled.

Damn....I really wanna fucking cry now.

"Dexter!! What's up man?" Celean approaches me with Max as he nods and slides into the bench where I'm sitting.

"Whose baby is that?" Max says, leaning back.

"Mine."

Celean and Max look at each other before collapsing into a fit of laughter. I felt a sense of helplessness as I watched them, and ran a hand through my hair.

They stopped laughing and grinned.

"Good joke, man." Celean sniggered and glanced at the baby. After a moment his eyebrows furred and he swore.

"He really does have your eyes though. Where is that baby from?" Max and him glanced up at me, slightly confused and I couldn't help it.

I burst out into tears. Great. This is fucking embarrassing.

Celean swore and Mac silent as they finally realised that it was mine. Celean hesitantly came over and sat next to me, rubbing my shoulder.