(Y/C/N)-Your Cousin's Name
"Get out" he whispered. "But Tom, I just told you I'm pregnant" you cried, your eyes widened as he pulled you off of the leather couch. "I don't want you and I don't want the baby." You tried to fight back, but the 6'4, 225 lb quarterback, had you overpowered. "Breanna, get up."
He struggled to pull you out of the house, you kicked and tried to get away. Another woman walked in. "Who are you?" "Tom's girlfriend." Your heart dropped. You pulled away from Tom and ran outside, where a taxi with all your belongings was waiting for you. You climbed into the backseat of the taxi, and told the driver the address of one of your closet relatives houses.
A drop of rain hit the window, then another and another until it was a downpour. You rested your hand on your stomach. I will always love you.
-Two Years Later-
"Happy birthday, dear Hunter, happy birthday to you!" everyone sang in unison to celebrate your son, Hunter's 2nd birthday. He opened his presents and jumped in excitement each time he loved the present; which was everytime. It reminded you of Tom. How he would have a smile on his face for hours after winning a game.
He tore open one present and it was a Tom Brady action figure. Everyone in your family knew you had dated Tom, but what they didn't know is that Hunter was Tom's son. Shortly after you and Tom had separated you hooked up with another man during a one night stand. So you told everyone he was Hunter's dad instead. After that night, you never talked or even saw him anymore.
You use to be the biggest fan of the Patriots but that ended after the split. "Some Patriots players are going to be doing a signing tomorrow. Wouldn't it be great to bring Hunter along?" you cousin suggested. You smiled at your son, although he didn't know anything that happened in the game, he was still a big fan. You weren't concerned about Tom, he was never at the signings downtown. "Yeah, just name the place and time."
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You had been waiting in line for about two hours, with Hunter, your cousin, (Y/C/N) and her 8 year old son. Hunter was hopping around, being energetic as usual. "Tom, I love you so much! You're my favorite player." You whipped your head around. There he was. Tom was sitting at the table signing the women's jersey. "Thank you, I love you too." The women almost fainted.
(Y/C/N) and her son were next. You hoped they took as much time as they needed. Tom was the last person you wanted to talk to for any reason. Once she finished, you hoped you could get out there as fast as you could. You placed Hunter's, football on the table, along with his Patriots snapback. "And who I'm I making this out t-?" he looked up at you.
"B-Breanna?" "Hunter" you answered. He looked down at the little boy. "Is he-" You snatched the ball and hat from him, not caring if you didn't get the autographs. "Breanna, wait!" You fast-walked through the mall. He grabbed your shoulder. "Breanna, please."
You stopped near an isolated exit. "Get off of me Tom." He pulled his hand back. "The boy...is he mine?" "Why do you care Tom? You didn't want neither of us in your life before, why are you so concerned now?" He reached out to stroke the boys hair, but you took a step back. "Don't."
He put his hand by his side. "Mommy?" Hunter asked. "Yes, baby?" He pointed to Tom, alerting you that he wanted to know who this strange man is. "He's nobody." That answer probably confused him, but trying to explain that this was his father right now, it just wasn't the best time. "Breanna, after you left that night I couldn't sleep. It was the stupidest decision I made."
"Tom-" "Please, Breanna" he got down on his knee. "Please, just let me make it up to you two. I never forgot about you. Those two years were the worst years of my life. I will do anything to get you back" A tear fell from your eye. "Please." You looked away. "Can we at least discuss this over some coffee?" You nodded, hoping that you two could both get on good terms for your son.
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