Someone asked me to write a part 2, so HEEEERE we goooo.
(D/N)= Daughter Name
Lvl 2
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I finished the lullaby and slowly dimmed the lights."I love you, (D/N).." I said, and kissed her forehead. She giggled softly and fell asleep. Smiling softly, I tiptoed out of the room and closed the door.
My little (D/N) is about 2 years old, which means it has been 2 and a half years since I have seen Cole. Since he left me. I haven't heard from him since, which is most likely because I moved and didn't tell anyone except my parents.
I see him on TV all the time; he's working on a new show called 'Riverdale' and some other programs. It looks like he moved on. How does he do it? I can't bear the fact of moving on, and yet he's over there like it's easy.
A loud knock on the door interrupted me from my thoughts. Who would be here do late?I walked up to the front door and clenched the doorknob. Looking to the right, I made sure my baseball bat was there. Just in case.
I opened the door, and everything seemed to freeze.
My breath hitched in my throst and my jaw dropped. The man who was haunting my thoughts was standing before me.
"C-Cole." All of a sudden, my back was on the wall and lips were on mine. It took a while to comprehend what was going on. He pulled away and placed his forehead on mine.
"I missed you." Cole said. I shoved him away and glared at him.
"What the HELL is your problem!? I thought you never wanted to see me again!" I said, my voice raising by every word.
"I-I know what I said. I'm.... Sorry. I was straight out of college and the job I wanted, and you come to me and say your pregnant. I was scared." He looked down.
"Cole, I never asked you to give up your life, or to marry me. Hell, I didn't want anything from you, just to be there for our, MY daughter."
His eyes lit up. "We have a daughter?"
I sighed. "Come and sit." I motioned to the couch.
"No, I want to see my daughter."
I looked over at him, sending daggers his way. "You lost calling her your daughter the moment you walked away from us."
He grabbed my hands and got on his knees. "Please, I came back to get you and our daughter back. Please, let me fix this."
I thought in my head for a second. "On one condition."
"Anything."
"You will never leave her. She needs you Cole. Don't ever leave her. Please."
He stands up and looks me in the eyes with eyes full of confidence and assurance. "I won't."
Nodding, I grab his hand and lead him towards (D/N)'s room. I open the door slightly. Cole walks in behind me and stands near the bed. He looks at her and smiles, a tear falling down his face.
"What's her name?" He whispers.
"(D/N)." I reply, watching the scene.
"My little (D/N)..." he murmurs.
"I'll leave you two alone." I whisper and walk out of the room. I sat by the balcony and looked at the stars.
I heard Cole sit next to me.
"So how are we going to split our daughter time?" I asked. He looked at me.
"(Y/N), I didn't just come for (D/N). I came for you too."
"Cole, it's too late for us."
"No it's not, and I'm not giving up on us. I love you."
I gasped at his confession. "N-No you don't."
He stands, grabs my hand and pulls me to the nearest wall. Slightly touching my face, he puts his lips on mine.
(ノ'∀`*)ノ Time skip (ノ'∀`*)ノ
The next morning, I woke up expecting to be in the arms of Cole, but I wasn't. I sat up in bed, and shed a single tear.
'Cole left. I knew he was gonna leave.' I thought to myself. But a familiar sound of giggles and manly laughter and the smell of pancakes gave me new hope.
I got out of bed, put on one of Coles shirts he gave me, and ran to the kitchen. Cole was flipping pancakes with (D/N) sitting in her chair giggling almost uncontrollably. Cole was dancing around like a maniac making weird faces. I smiled at them.
"Mommy!" (D/N) said, jumped out of her chair, and ran towards me. I bent down and hugged her like I always did. I looked towards Cole, and he was looking at us with affection. I smirked, motioned for him to come, and pulled him into the hug.
When that happened, I finally realized, we were a family.
And it all started with friends with benefits.
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