My Saving Grace (book 2)

September 26, 2025

Mitch's P.O.V.

It had been a day! Scott was sat on my couch, crying his eyes out. Still! I didn't even know what to see! I mean they were both in the wrong but Scott was the one to blow his top and he knew that. But he wouldn't even call Alex to talk to him. Not that Alex would pick up to him.

I groaned outwardly, resting my head against the table and pulling my hands around my face. I felt someone sit next to me and I immediately looked up to see Seb. He took one of my hands in his and kissed it. "Are you alright?" He asked.

"I just, I don't know what to do. He hasn't stopped crying and he's beating himself up. I don't even know what state Alex is in! If he's in half the state that Scott's in he is in no way capable of looking after the kids!" I whispered, loudly. He nodded running his thumb along the back of my hand.

"You know they'll get through this right? They've been together forever, they're not going to break up now!" He said, looking me in the eye. I sighed, letting my head cal against our enclosed hands.

"I know but they never fight. I have literally never seen them even exchange words let alone Scott come crying to me!" I complained. Seb leant down and kissed my head.

"Don't get yourself worked up about it. They have to figure it out themselves. You can't do it for them. And if you're really worried call Alex and see how he is." He told me. I lifted me head, smiling and briefly kissing him.

"You always know what to do. Thank you." I whispered, breaking away from him and standing up. I went into the sitting room to check on Scott who was still sat on the couch, his head in his hands. I walked over to sit next to him, wrapping my arms around him.

"Are you alright?" I asked. He sighed into his hands and looked up at me. His eyes were bright red and tears still streamed down his face. I didn't know how that boy still had tears to let go. Well, he had been holding in all his pain about Noah as well.

"What if I've fucked everything up?" He asked. "Like, what if Alex never forgives me? And what if the kids hate me? And what if-"

"Scott, stop! You have not fucked up everything. And of course Alex will forgive you, he loves you doesn't he? Then of course he's going to forgive you." I told him, wiping the tears from his face. He blinked and tried to smile at me.

I then left him sat in the couch and went up to my room, taking my phone into my hand. I quickly found Alex's number and dialled it waiting for him to answer. "Hello?" The voice that answered was hoarse and almost failed on them.

"Alex?" I asked, barely believing it was him. I heard him shuffle a little on the other side of the phone.

"Mitch, if you're calling to tell me to let him come back then the answer is no!" I felt my heart fail.

"No, I'm not calling for that. He's told me what happened and he's the one who needs to apologies to you but I want to know how you are." I  stated.

"I'm fine." He said, his voice cracking on the other end. I rolled my eyes sitting down on the edge of my bed.

"No you're not. One you've been with Scott for thirteen years, you know not to use the word fine or we won't believe you and two your voice cracked. You have been crying haven't you?" I said.

"Well what do you expect? I'm okay though." He said, lying again.

"You were never a very good liar Alex. I just want to know because if you're even in half the state Scott's in then you are in no way fit to look after the kids." I stated.

"I appreciate your concern but I can handle my kids just fine, thank you very much." He said. I sighed at his misunderstanding.

"No, Alex. What I'm trying to say is if you want I can take them from you while you and Scott have time to think and for him to get his head out of his hands and apologise to you." I said.

"Oh!" He said in understanding. "Um... Ok... Yeah that's really nice of you." I could hear the hesitation in his voice.

"And don't worry I'll take them out for the day, so Scott can have time as well." I reassured him. He thanked me and then hung up and I soon drove over there to pick them up, letting them sit into the back seat of my car. They looked tired! Very tired.

"Hi, Uncle Mitchy." Jessica said, half-heartedly. I sighed at the dark circles under both of their eyes. Scott and Alex were truly too caught up in their own arguments to notice the lack of sleep that both of them were getting. I shook my head and began to drive.

"How are you two then?" I asked. There was a short silence after it.

"We miss daddy. Where did he go?" Toby asked. I sighed, turning onto a road of restaurants and parking the car so that I could turn and talk to them.

"Your dad is at my house. You'll get to see him soon, don't worry." I told them as they nodded. "Now do you want to go get some lunch and talk?" I asked. They both nodded in unison, both of them lacking their usual enthusiasm. I sighed again, opening my door and letting them out. We soon found a restaurant and sat down at table looking through a menu to order lunch.

I watched as Jessica let out a yawn, rubbing her eyes. "Are you tired?" I asked her after we ordered. She nodded.

"They keep fighting at night. I'm scared to go to sleep. Then daddy left yesterday but other daddy cried all night. I could hear him and I didn't want to go to sleep because maybe daddy would come back home but he didn't." Jessica admitted. I nodded turning to Toby who looked almost dead on his feet. My first instinct was to take them back to my house to let them sleep but I had promised Alex that Scott would be left alone.

I watched closely as Toby's eyes filled up with tears and I realised a public place was not somewhere to keep two tired and sad kids right now. I gently lifted Toby into my arms, ignoring the fact that he was pretty heavy and told the waiter that I was sorry but to cancel our order. I then put them both back in the car and drove to the one other place I knew. Kirstie's!