Art & Love

Chapter 12

Important Author note! - Okay! Sooo! I'm getting married in 4 weeks and finding it really hard to find time to write lately as I have a lot on my plate at the moment (Plus getting sick doesn't help). I most likely won't be updating as often, but will try to update each book at least 2 time a week (But no promises). Hope you understand :) x 

Killian POV 

When I got home Dad was sitting in the backyard, coffee in hand looking a toward the old tree house him, Liam and I built when I was little. "Hey" I say coming to join him. "Killian, didn't hear you come home, how was school?" I could tell dad was off in his own little world as I told him of of my day "And Emma and I fucked in front of the whole class" I say, testing if he was really listening "That's nice son." I just laugh, and he gives me a confused look "You weren't even listening." I say "Of course I was" He defended "Okay what did I say?"

Dad sighed "Sorry son" I give a smile "It's okay, what's wrong?" I ask, Dad was never really like this, so it had to be something big. "I'm sick" I felt like I had been kicked in the gut, heart feeling heavy "What tpye of sick?" I dryly ask "Type that kills you, Doctor said I've only got a year if I'm lucky." He simply said, tears fulling as he pulled me close. "Does mum know?" He shook his head "How do I tell her that, that I'm going to leave her. She be all alone, how can I do that to my wife." 

It hurt, hurt so bad. I just cried into his chest, why was life so unfair. He was such as amazing father, husband and friend and didn't deserve this. "You know what hurts most?" Dad said "What?" I say, as Dad stands up wiping his tears "I won't be able to hold my grandchildren and see them grow up or even meet them."

Dad was going to tell Mum once she was home. Meanwhile Emma and I were upstairs, her telling me about Belle being pregnant with Mr Gold child, I would of cared more and been pissed of at that old creep if I hadn't just found out about Dad. "Killian? Slow down" Emma said as I pulled off her top trying to get her undressed. "I can't, we don't have time" Emma looked at me confused, I sighed. I don't know if it was all the emotions running through my body but I thought if I was going to lose my father, I could least try to make him happy before he die. To meet a grandchild.  

Tears filled my eyes as I hovered over Emma, the words spilling out. Saying it out loud made it feel too real. Emma didn't speak, her own tears joining mine, riding our clothes. So much emotion running through both our veins, as our bodies moved together. The tear never stopping till we lay cuddled in each others arms, drifting off to sleep. 

Emma POV - 2 months later

The last 2 month had been crazy, sad and way to emotion to say the least. Brennan had Cancer, and with him refusing treatment the Doctor said he would only have 4 months to live, which made finding out I was 4 weeks pregnant more of a sad then happy moment. Lily was putting on a brave face everyday but there is only so much a person could take before breaking down, she nearly quit her job, wanting to be with Brennan every minute she could get but he stopped her.

Killian and Liam were taking it all pretty hard. Ever since Liam came home a month ago the two would fight over every little thing. It wasn't helping Brennan at all just making him mad and unable to really do anything to stop it, due to slowly getting weaker. And if things couldn't of got any worse Belle had moved in with us, taking my old room and Killian and I sharing his. Mr. Gold had lost it at her when she told him. Doing everything she had thought he would. Leaving her high and dry, not wanting anything to do with their baby. Her father didn't take it very well either, kicking her out. 

I had sort of been the one holding everything together at the start. Being strong for them all but it was slowly taking a toll on me, my emotion from the pregnancy weren't helping. I would just randomly cry all the time. Belle and I seem to always cry to the same time, then neither being able to stop. Once the crying stopping we would laugh, feeling like complete idiots. But I knew we weren't, even though Brennan wasn't really family, he was like a father to us both. Looking after both of us as if we were his own.

My time modeling for Killian's art class had finished up, Granny and the class actual brought me flowers and a necklace with a little paint brush on it, wishing me all the best. I had been worried that Killian would stop painting due to Brennan's health, but he didn't. He was painting even more then before, his father becoming his favorite thing to paint. Even painting Brennan, Lily and I sitting of the glass one afternoon. I really was apart of a family, finally having a home. But it was going to break, ever so slowly it already was.