Exo Imagines

76. Kris (dramatic) Part 2

Continued...

It had been 3 years. 36 months. 1095 long, dreary days. Each of those days went by slowly, painfully slowly. After the first couple of week the tears had failed to fall and all that you felt was down.

Going through a strong bout of depression was the worst part of it all. You would never have made it if it wasn't for him. The beautiful, black eyed boy, with a killer smile and warming hugs.

He was your heart and soul, all the good you knew, was inside this lad. Looking down into his big, pleading and painfully familiar dark chocolate eyes, you couldn't help but smile.

"Ellis," you spoke softly and shook your head, reaching down to grip his hand in yours and squeeze it gently. "Put that back," you ordered him kindly and went to reach for the new Exo Christmas album that was in his hand.

"But-" he started and looked at you with wide, pleading eyes and puckered lips.

"No buts, please put it back." You quickly turned your head away, averting your eyes away from the albums picture, catching a slight glimpse at Kris' tall slim figure, one of his eyes closed in that familiar sexy wink.

Your heart shattered. Just as broken as it had been that night all those years ago. Your heart was like a broken glass, and once you break glass it is almost impossible to fix it and mend it back up to its previous state. Your chest would forever be endowed with those sharp, stabbing memories.

With a sulky expression, Ellis placed the album back on the shelf and turned to face you, just as a tear rolled it's way down your cheek. His expression dropped into a frown as he held your hand closely. "Mummy, why are you crying?"

You just shook your head and abruptly wiped away the salty drop, forcing a smile on your lips and you tugged against his hand and lead the way round towards the next isle, desperately trying to dismiss any, and all thoughts of Kris from your broken down mind.

Turning the corner, with your eyes glued to your feet, your head crashed into something strong and hard. A display? You didn't know.

"Mummy, are you okay?" Your two year old son gushed and wrapped his short arms around your forearm, clinging to you like some sort of baby primate, his puffy baby face pressing into your sleeve.

"I'm so sorry," a deep voice rumbled. It hit you. Like a hammer to the head, all the memories of that voice came flooding back. The hundreds of whimpering voice mails that he'd left on your answering machine replayed over in your head, one after another. Each memory forming into a tear preparing to spill from behind your eyes.

"________?" The voice gasped. You daren't look into his eyes. In fear your tears would start flowing and your legs would give way. Somehow, your had managed to avoid any and all contact with him for the past three years; fumbling with the remote to turn the television off when he appeared on a show. Missing award show after award show just because you knew he and his group would be performing. Turning over magazines in the stores to hide the covers he featured on, only to curse and flail your arms when his picture appeared on the back as well.

"________?" Kris repeated your name once again, his eyes glowing brightly, and you unconsciously gripped your sons hand tighter.

"Ow, mummy, not so hard!" The young boy yelped and grimaced.

Kris looked down at the boy, the glow in his eyes melting away when he looked at your son, his heart sinking, realising that you had moved along and had children with another man; a man more deserving of your tender loving care than he was. Ellis was looking up at Kris with a skeptical expression, looking up at the man as a stranger, your son not knowing Kris once meant the world to you.

But you had a secret, one big secret that you had wanted to tell Kris and everybody else for so long. "Ellis, sweetie," you sang and knelt down to his height, holding both his small, dainty hands in yours and smiling at him weakly. "Why don't you go pick a new movie for us to watch tonight after dinner?"

He nodded his head quickly and rushed off around the corner. Standing back up, you looked awkwardly into Kris' sad smouldering eyes, trying your best not to just wrap your arms around his shoulders and inhale that familiar scent. "So," he started, rubbing the back of his neck. "You have a son?"

You twiddled with your fingers and nodded your head, before consciously tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Oh," Kris mumbled, his face darkening with sorrow, any hope left him melting away. "Well, his dad is a very lucky man." Kris knew he had made a mistake. He knew he should never had done what he did. He had been stupid and naive to think you would just let it pass over. "Who... Who is his dad?"

You looked down at the floor, biting down on your bottom lip and swallowing anxiously. "He's..." You stopped, a golf ball sized lump lodges in your throat. Swallowing around the lump in your throat, you looked up to lock eyes with their familiar ones, the ones you see every day. With one deep, encouraging breath you mumbled those two words, the two words that made the world stop under Kris' feet.

"He's yours."

To be continued...