Chapter Four
I know that I can't have it all
But without you I am afraid I'll fall
"I think you guys should come with me." Oliver says a few weeks later as he packs for his tour. E.J. and I were sitting on the bed, E.J. bouncing on my leg as he watches Oliver. I let out a soft sigh, biting the inside of my cheek as I thought it through. It wouldn't be bad, but E.J. was still really little and I wasn't sure if the whole rock star life would be okay for him.
"You know I would, but E.J. is only five months and... I just don't know if he's old enough to be jumping from place to place yet." I say, shrugging a little as Oliver nods.
"He'll be fine, Alex. Besides, the boys haven't gotten to see him since he was born... And he might make Tracy less naggy..."
"You're not going to be able to leave the hotel room with him. According to the public you're single and not a dad." I pointed out and Oliver rolled his eyes.
"So? Screw what the public thinks... We can still have a fun time as a family." Oliver says, pouting a little as if that was going to help him win. It was my turn to roll my eyes as I stood up off the bed, holding E.J. against my chest. I started to walk out of the room, honestly not wanting to have this conversation with Oliver tonight.
"So you're just gonna walk away? Alex, c'mon." Oliver calls after me, but I ignore him and continue walking until I reach the kitchen. I placed E.J. in his highchair before grabbing a jar of baby food. E.J. started to coo, looking around the room with a gummy smile on his face. I watched fondly as I opened the jar, grabbing a spoon from the drawer before sitting down in front of the high chair. Oliver came out after a few more minutes passed, an annoyed expression on his face.
"I really hate it when you walk away when we're talking..." Oliver says, folding his arms over his chest as he looks at me.
"I really hate it when you try to make me do things I don't want to do." I said back, cooing at E.J. as I gave him another spoonful of baby food.
"If you don't want to go, then fine. Don't come. It's not like I'm dragging you there kicking and screaming. I just wanted to spend time with you and E.J., it wasn't like I was asking you to break up with me or something." Oliver says, his voice a little bitter as he glares at me.
"I don't want to go."
"Then don't f ucking go." Oliver's voice gets louder but he doesn't yell at me. He throws his hands up in the air before turning around and walking towards the bedroom. As soon as the door closed I let out a soft sigh, looking at E.J. with a sad smile.
"Your daddy tends to overreact sometimes... but then again, so do I." I said quietly, finishing off the jar of baby food before picking up E.J. again. E.J. just continued to coo, making random baby noises like he usually did. I let out another soft sigh before kissing the side of his head. I didn't go back into the bedroom and instead I went to E.J.'s room. I grabbed him a new onesie and one of his baby towels before walking back to the kitchen where his baby bathtub sat. I bathed E.J. slowly, smiling down at him and pulling faces as I did so. He liked his baths, but to be honest I don't think there's anything that E.J. didn't like. He was a very happy baby which in turn made me happy.
Eventually I took him out and got him ready for bed. It wasn't long before he was asleep and I figured that I should go talk to Oliver. I bit my bottom lip as I hesitated at our door, my hand gripping the doorknob. I opened it slowly, feeling a little relieved when I saw that he was already in bed. His suitcase sat on the floor and by the looks of it he was already asleep. I was quick in grabbing a pair of pajamas and then I too climbed into the bed. I jumped a little when Oliver wrapped his arms around me, burying his face into the crook of my neck like he did every night.
"I'm sorry..." I find myself whispering but Oliver doesn't say anything back. I went to bed feeling like a jerk and when I woke up by myself the next morning I felt even worse. Oliver's side of the bed was made and his suitcase was gone... letting me know that he'd already left for the airport. I let out a soft sigh before sitting up in the bed. E.J. hadn't woken up yet, so I was allowed a few minutes to myself before he did. I ran a hand through my hair before resting my head in my hands. I looked over at the nightstand where my phone was, biting my bottom lip as I grabbed it. There weren't any new messages though, at least not from Oliver... which in turn just lead me to believe that he was really pissed at me.
I couldn't really blame him though.
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