Nate Maloley Imagines

Nate has a child from another relationship+he hates you(part 2)

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Nate's POV
I could only let my mouth hang open.
Every blink seemed to take an eternity.
I could only stare at the door in which she left from.
Today was supposed to be perfect.
Not like this.
Today was supposed to be glorious.
Not like this.
Today was the day I was going to propose to her.
Not like this.
The ring sat heavy in it's box, in the inside pocket of my jacket.
It was the perfect ring, too. I caught her looking at it through the glass of a jewelry store. I bought it behind her back, that very day. That was two months ago.
I was ready for her 2 months ago.
I was so sure of everything.
Everything was supposed to be perfect.
Not like this.
"Daddy?"
I glance down at my feet to see Mason peering up at me with wet eyes. "Yes, Mase?"
"It's my fault," my son starts crying and tugging on my jeans. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean–"
I could only smile. Tears formed in my eyes. I bend down next to him and take his small frame into mine. "I was going to propose, Mase." I pull out the ring and he gasps. "She was going to be your new Mommy."
"It was my fault," Mason could only cry out those words.
I furrow my eyebrows. "Don't be silly, you didn't do anything."
"I told Y/N all those bad things," tears come down hard on my son's cheeks. "How she didn't even love you and how she didn't deserve you and–"
I let out a sigh, "Mason, why would you say those things? Do you honestly mean them and do you know what you just caused for Daddy? What you made Daddy lose?"
"I'm sorry," Mason's sobs shake his shoulders. "I didn't know you loved Y/N...I thought you still loved Mommy but was too scared to say so."
"Is that what Mommy told you?"
"...yes..."
I jumped to my feet, gently tugging Mason along behind me, and face my ex-wife. The reason why we got married in the first place was because she was already pregnant with Mason and I wasn't about to walk out on her–not when she needed my help.
I tried so hard to love her, I really did, but she wasn't my type. Y/N was. No, Y/N is.
"Why did you influence my son to think that I didn't love Y/N?" I try to keep my voice at a medium level–considering Mason was right beside me–but I couldn't reign in my own anger. "You knew that I loved her!"
"He's my son too!" She exclaims. "Do you know how much it hurt to have him taken away from me? You have full custody!" She breaks down in tears. "I only get to see him on special holidays–but even then I'm an outsider. Your parents judge me and your friends stare at me and...and it's horrible, Nate. I...I hate seeing you happy. I want you to be as miserable as I am. So I'm not sorry Y/N walked away from you. About time that bitch realised she was pathetic."
I squeeze Mason's hand so hard he yelps. I clamp my palms over his ears and snap, "And this is exactly why I have full custody. You are not going to see him ever again now, you hear me? Never again."
Picking Mason up, I swing his little coat over my shoulder and walk out of that restaurant, praying to God that's the last time I will ever see my ex-wife again. When we reach my car, I tuck Mason in safety in the back seat, and he asks, "Daddy, can I see the ring?"
I hesitate, before pulling it out of my pocket and pulling the small black lid open. It catches the sunlight and it reflects in his eyes. "It's very pretty," my son smiles and I nod, wiping the few stray tears that cling onto his chin. "What are you going to do with it now? Are we gonna go see Y/N? I wanna say sorry."
I smile and ruffle his hair. "Of course we're going to see Y/N, I still have to propose, remember?"

Your POV
You didn't know where to go when you stormed out.
You couldn't go back home because Nate might find you there, and you certainly couldn't go back to his place. And you didn't have any friends who were in town to crash at.
You were completely alone.
Getting out of the cab a block away from your home, you start wandering aimlessly on the streets. Couples pass you with their hands swinging back and forth and children run past you as if hell's on their tail.
Today was your birthday.
You were supposed to be the happiest you could be today.
What went wrong?
You kick a pebble and it sent other ones flying too. You find yourself in a park. It's not one you usually visit–since you weren't a huge fan of the outdoors and it's bugs–and the last time you came here was with Mason, when you two first met about two years ago.
Memories of him and Nate sting your brain.
You didn't realise how much time had passed until someone tapped your shoulder. You were standing by a pond, with your head turned down to face your reflection–and that's how you saw him.
"Y/N," he breathes. You can tell he has been searching for you a long time from the way his fingers curve towards yours. "I love you."
You tuck a strand of hair behind an ear, turning to face him, "You've come all this way to–" And you gasp.
Because he's down on one knee and he's holding up a ring. He grins broadly at your shocked expression and says with tears in his eyes, "I love you so fucking much, Y/N Y/L/N. I don't think you're only with me for my money because you won't even let me buy you this goddamn ring when I asked, so I had to get it behind your back–" you laugh at this, "–and I hope you know that you belong with me just as much as the stars belong in your eyes. And I hope you know I mean it with all my heart when I say: I love you. And lastly, I hope you will marry me."
"I will, I mean–I do, isn't that what people say?" Your face gets flustered and he laughs, sliding the ring onto your finger.