Wherever The River May Run.

Fixing Messes Made.

North's POV:

By Sunday night, our team had all finished setting up cameras and wiring every inch of the warehouse our Intel had reported most of theajor Jh-14 dealings had been going on. There wasn't much in it really, it was empty save for a few big empty shipping crates, a small makeshift office upstairs and a supply room in the far end of the warehouse filled with rat traps and fucking cobwebs.

My mind had been reeling all damn day, and I could hardly focus, but I managed to get my job done by the late afternoon, before heading back to the hotel with the rest of the guys. I was anxious for our family meeting tonight and just wanted Mr. B. and Doc to get here so they could tell us how their meeting with Sang Baby went today.

I knew she would be pissed at us, but I had hoped they could get through to her. Besides, Mr. B. had that effect on people. He could get anyone talking with a single fucking look. As I waited my mind wandered back to yesterday, seeing Sang and my son at the zoo. She really was doing a great job raising him from what I could tell, but  the guilt I felt for not being there for him was weighing me down like a ton of bricks.

Finally, around 8:00pm Mr. B. and Doc strolled into the hotel room carrying in a bunch of Chinese takeout. They handed us each our food and we decided to eat while going over what had happened today.

Kota briefed them both on the warehouse and explained that- other than Gabe having a fucking coronary when he found the supply closet and spider webs- everything had been done quickly and efficiently and the ware house was being recorded 24/7 until we figured out who our dealer was.

From there we'd take the next step to infiltrate and buy a batch of the Jh-14, send it to the labs to be processed and then from there we could start digging deeper into the main suppliers. After that Mr. Blackbourne asked for a report on our homelifes and we all reported quickly, before moving on to another big issue...Sang and my son.

"Oy, Mr. B., Doc, How'd the fucking the visit go?" Gabe asked and everyone sat a little straighter in their seats, me included. Mr. B. looked bothered and Doc chuckled before leaning forward with a grin.

"Miss Sorenson refused to speak to me," he started, quickly raising a hand and slicing it through the air to cut off all of our protests.

"As I was saying, Miss Sorenson refused to speak with me. However, she allowed Dr. Green to discuss the situation with her." He assured us before smoothing out his tie and looking at the Doc.

"Yes she did. However I must warn you all, she may not be up to talking with quite a few of you." He stated seriously, looking between Mr. B., Nathan, and I. Oh fuck. I thought to myself as I nodded for him to continue.

He told us about what she had said. He told us all about what she has been doing for the last four years, about all the fucking struggles she'd gone through, about meeting and spending time with my son, and also about how she said she felt the day she told us she was pregnant and once again the guilt came creeping in. One look at my brothers faces told me that they were all feeling the same way, but there was only one thing I needed to know right this fucking second.

"Did she say when I can meet River?" I asked quietly, breaking the silence that had surrounded us. He gave a hesitant nod and I knew there was a but before he even started to explain.

"She said you could meet him tomorrow after he gets home from school, but she also said she wanted to speak with you first. She said you and her needed to talk about some things before he gets there so there isn't any yelling while he is there." He explained and I nodded with a relieved sigh. I could do that, for my son and for Sang Baby. I would pull it together long enough to talk things through and explain myself as well as let her do the same.

After that we had all decided to get some much needed sleep. I hadn't gotten any the previous night and I doubted any of my brothers had either. Tomorrow would be here soon enough, and I'd be seeing the woman I've been in love with since she fucking fell into my arms in that dusty old church on Sunnyvale court.

Not only that but I'd be meeting my own damn flesh and blood that I'd made with said woman, and as excited as I was, sleep came to me quickly, and a ghost of a smile was in place as I finally let it claim me.

****

The following morning I was up, showered and out the door by 9:30am. Doc had mentioned last night that she took my son to school at 8:00am and after that she was free until she had to pick him up again at noon.

I was fucking nervous as I drove towards her home, my hands tightening and retightening in the steering wheel as I got closer and closer to my destination and all too soon I was pulling my jeep to a stop her driveway. I put it in park and just sat there for a moment, trying to calm my racing heart and mind. My nerves were hettng the best of me and I needed to be calm and collected before I faced her.

After taking a few deep breaths- and running my hand through my hair about a million ducking times- o got out of the jeep, locked it and made my way up her front steps. Taking one last deep breath I squared my shoulders and knocked before bracing myself for what was about to come.

I was still so angry with her for not telling me the truth that night she told us she was pregnant, and to make matters worse she fucking ran away, taking my kid with her. She turned her back on us just as much as she said we had and for that I was fucking livid and planned on telling her so.

The door was slowly opened and the sight before me made lose my train of thought- while my mouth went dry- and had me ready to get on my knees and beg for forgiveness without any fucking hesitation or explanation on her part.

She was wearing a black leather skirt that hugged her slim waist and stopped about mid thigh. She paired with some sheer black tights, and a pair of heeled black combat boots that made her killer legs look like they went on for fucking days.

She was wearing a white blouse with black dots that she had tucked into the waistband of her skirt and her longer blonde hair was in loose curls gently laying over her shoulders. Her big green doe eyes were dim and glossy as they collected unshed tears, but fucking beautiful nonetheless.

I heard her sharp inhale of breath as she scrutinized me as I did her, but I didn't care. Right then, there was only one question replaying through my mind on fucking repeat...

How the hell is she still single? That's all my useless fucking brain could conjure up, but I quickly shoved it to the back of my mind in a "thank fuck" file somewhere, and smiled as softly as I could at her when her eyes locked on to mine.

She quickly dropped her gaze, cheeks tinting pink like they always did whenever one of us looked at her for too long, and stepped back, opening the door wider to allow me to enter, before shutting it after I was inside, and turning to face me.

I hadn't realized just how much I'd missed her all these years, and for the life of me all I wanted to do in that moment was to swoop her up in my arms and kiss the ever-loving shit out of her, but I knew I couldn't.

I knew there was too much to be said and too little time to do it before I met  our son, so I waited patiently, giving her a minute to gather her thoughts and letting her take control of the situation, all while praying to god that we could fucking fix this mess between us.

If not for me and her then at least for our son, because I may not have been there for the past four years, but I had every intention of being a part of his life from this day on, whether we fixed this or not, and if that meant swallowing my pride and letting her lead then I'd do it. I'd do anything for her...and my little boy.