The Dramatic Tales of Wyatt Spencer

Episode 2: Hope's Gone

Liam's POV

Hope and I, we were meant to be together. But then there was Steffy, my dad, her dad, Wyatt, Ivy... Just one obstacle after another. We always had a chance, until she became pregnant with Wyatt's child. That's when I knew it was over. She would never leave him now.

Then she lost their baby and I hated the fact they lost a child because I knew how that felt, but I could not deny that a part of me was relieved. Hope and I had a chance again. Until she left that is.

She left us, she left LA, she left everything behind, just when I thought we'd finally get our chance.

Ivy's POV

With Hope gone it feels like there's something missing. A huge space to fill. Not just at Forrestor, but in everyone's lives. Especially Wyatt's. Before she left she practically told him she blamed him for everything. What kind of a person does that? Couldn't she see how much he wasn't hurting?

Didn't she realize he lost a child too? And to think Wyatt would have done anything for her... What I'd give for a man like that.

Don't get me wrong, Liam and I are good, but a part of him keeps holding out for Hope. Even when Hope's gone she has everything she wants. She really is a Logan.

She left with their hearts and all we get is their tears. She took their Hope.

Wyatt's POV

It's been months, I need to get over this already. But how do you get over the love of your life blaming you for the death of your child. It's simple, you don't.

All you can do is numb the pain. Numb the hurt. Numb the heartbreak. Numb everything. When there's nothing good to feel anymore, what's the point of feeling anything at all?

I hear the doorbell ring and I walk sloppily to the front door. I smile when I see Ivy standing there. She has a bright smile on her face and her white teeth seem to gleam. Her hair sets perfectly. 'She looks quite beautiful' I think before scolding myself in my head, only to realize it wasn't in my head.

Her cheeks tint a pink colour from blushing at the compliment. "Hey Ivvvyyy," I slur out, 'Sorryy about thhaaat. It must be theee Scotch!" "Of course," she replies with a tight smile.

She's used to this by now, finding me drunk, taking me home, making sure I'm alright. It's like she's made it her life's mission to be there for me. She's the only person I can stand to be around for very long. She doesn't giving me pitying looks anymore, she knows I hate that. Instead she invites herself in and starts making breakfast and coffee so I can sober up.

"Rick says you need to be at the office today if you still want a job," Ivy casually says. "Whoopee, my child's dead, how about I go to work today?" I say sarcastically. She sighs, "Wyatt it's been months, you have go to work at some point."

3rd Person POV

"So what, it's been months and I'm just supposed to get over it? Is there some sort of time period I'm allowed to grieve for my dead son? So a month or two and forget her ever existed? Is that it? Is that what everyone wants from me? Do you want me to say it's my fault? Is that what all of you want from me?Is that what she wanted from me?" Wyatt shouts at Ivy, breaking down as the last sentence is uttered by him. Wyatt doesn't have to say who 'she' is, Ivy already knows it's Hope. 'It's always been Hope," She thinks miserably.

"Look Wyatt, that's not what I meant and you know it," Ivy puts her foot down. "Now, do you really think your son would want you to behave this way? Do you really think he'd be proud of you? How would he feel?" Ivy says.

"It doesn't matter. That's the good part about being dead - you don't get to feel," Wyatt replies stoically, his inner walls going up again, just when he was seconds away from breaking down. Ivy's heart breaks at his words and a single tear drops down her cheek.

She places the breakfast in front of him before grabbing her bag and exiting, not uttering a word. Wyatt watches her in silence. When she leaves he bangs his fists on the table. He knows she's right no matter how much he denies it. At any other time he would have ignored it, but something she said struck a chord with him.

Would his son really be proud of the man he was today? And if the answer was no, he was going to be a better man. If not for himself than for his son. May he rest in peace.

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RIP to Hott's unborn son 😭