Take me Back to the Start.

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꧁Author's Note!꧂

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12 years later.. Ah!

So, life has been a puzzling doozy, going faster than I expected, like so damn fast since my fathers death and stuff; lemme catch you up on my life!

So.. I managed to go to college to qualify to become an artist, and when I graduated from Tommen College, I started painting abstract art, dogs, some cool designs, and a lot of cool stuff and BOOM! I've became a well-known artist, now making at least $110,000 a year, making six-figures, and now I have a lovely boyfriend, or so I thought, Tristian!

We both managed to hit it off, and we were honestly really good together; we were there for each other when we needed each other the most, and we both now just had our second year anniversary, and that's when Tristian got me pregnant. Yup, I was expecting a baby boy now in about three months, and I swear he was gonna be the cutest thing to come on this earth.

We were going to go out with my best friend Rashira and her boyfriend Nicholas since Tristian never got to meet Rashira and Ryan before, and their really cool people, especially Rashira or so I thought.

We four were gonna go party with them, except that I'm not going to be drinking since of course Tristian fucked a baby boy inside of me and I need to take care of him inside of me, and that included drinking, which I was good at staying away so no problem, but I was pretty mad that I couldn't drink wine anymore until I gave birth, but only three more months too go!

I was sitting inside Tristian's black Range Rover jeep, in the front passanger seat, scrolling through Pinterest for some baby outfit ideas for my baby boy, some cribs that looked pretty nice and room design, and just stuff that looked nice and made my job easier as a mother and Tristian's easier as a father, if he would help me with the baby at all.

I continued scrolling through various baby-related pins, growing an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach while I looked at Tristian. Tristian was unusually quiet, his gaze fixed firmly on the road ahead. "Are you okay?" I asked as I looked over at him. I watched Tristian a bit longer, noticing the faint muscles in his jaw and the tight grip he had on the steering wheel. I knew there was something bothering him.

"Tristian," I said gently. "You're awfully quiet. Is everything okay?" I waited for Tristian to respond too my question, but he just kept driving in silence. The car was dead silent, only the bumpy road and the engine motors making up most of the sound . "Please, talk to me," I pleaded as I was concerned for Tristian, "You know you can tell me anything. What's bothering you?"

Finally, Tristian sighed and loosened his grip on the wheel slightly, but of course still holding onto it so the car didn't turn sideways and crash. "It's nothing," he mumbled to only where I could hear. "I've just been dealing with some stress at work, that's all."

I studied Tristian's face for a moment, doubting his words. Something was off, and I could feel it. "Are you sure that's all it is?" I asked skeptically. "You seem pretty distant right now." Tristian faintly shifted uncomfortably in his seat while avoiding eye-contact with me. "Yeah, I'm just tired, that's all," he replied tersely. "It's been a long week. I just need some rest."