Right Time (G-Eazy Fanfiction)

A Secret She'd Kept

Gerald POV

The moment we landed you were already ready to sprint off without anyone, yet I was hot on your heels. I grabbed your hand as we walked off the jet and towards the awaiting Lincoln town car. You handed the man a slip of paper before sitting back and closing your eyes as the drive began.

"I'm just gonna grab what I need and then we'll head back. I know you've got rehearsals and studio times." You sighed softly and I grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze, kissing the back.

"Relax I'm not worried about any of that right now Ash. I'm only concerned with you getting better. I still can't believe they let you out of the hospital let along cleared you to fly." Your eyes opened and you glanced at me before shrugging.

"Well they gave me a giant bag of different medications so I guess they've accounted fore everything that could possibly happen Ger."

"I just worry about you-"

" Why? I'm okay! I'm alive!" You took my hand and squeezed it. "What's worrying you...?"

"I watched you literally almost die right in front of my eyes... It scared me shitless Ashley... It was like in that fucking moment nothing made as much sense as the idea of rushing to make sure you're okay." The cab stopped and you sighed softly, once again squeezing my hand.

"I'm okay... Come on, I need some help packing." You climbed out first and I followed behind. It was a elegant apartment complex, you used your key to get us in the building and the elevator took us to the top floor. Once inaide your place I glanced around, you hadn't changed much that was sure. It was neat yet modest, the familiar black and white theme flowing throughout the house. I followed you to your bedroom where a large king bed was settled and cluttered with your things. You grabbed a suitcase from the walk in closet then pointed to the chest. "Can you just toss that whole first drawer in here? I've gotta go grab my shoes from the living room." I nodded and once you walked out got to work packing. I quickly transported the different shirts and pants from the drawer to the suitcase. I only stopped once I heard something hit the floor. Looking down at my feet was an envelope already opened and obviously old. Crouching down I picked it up and glanced to the open door of your room before carefully removing the contents. An ultra sound photo, you name printed on the top. Then mine. In that moment I felt sick. Sick as if someone had just punched me in the stomach and siphoned the air from my lungs. The date was the day after you caught me fucking Grace in our bed. I didn't even notice I was now sitting on my ass with my back against the chest, staring at this ultrasound of something that wasn't here.

"Ger-... Where did you find that?" You stopped right in the door and it took me a few moments to look up at you. I was damn well holding back tears.

"In the drawer.... Where is it? The baby?" You looked down only after sitting on the bed and shrugging.

"Miscarriage at six months... It was a boy." You bit your lips together and squeezed your eyes shut as a sob ran through your body. I didn't even notice that now I was crying. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I got up and sat next to you on the bed. Your head fell against my shoulder as I stroked the picture with my thumb. I was a father. Granted it was only for six months, but those six months were tough on you more than likely.

"Why didn't anyone tell me...?"

"You were doing your own thing and after the whole Grace situation... I didn't want to see you. Obviously when he was born I was gonna get Suzanne to tell you... So you could see your son, but I didn't get that far." You whispered almost, my free hand finding yours.

"I'm sorry... I'm so fucking sorry." I sat the photo down and pulled you into my lap, holding your body against mine. Your familiar smell seemed to be the only thing calming my racing heart down.

" It's okay Gerald... I forgave you a long time ago for it all... We can visit him whenever you'd like... He's got a grave spot. He was a beautiful baby just really tiny."

" What did you name him?"

"Jackson... After my grandfather... Jackson Gillum." I cracked a weak smile before nodding quickly.

"I would love to visit him one day with you babe." You ran your fingers through my unstyled hair before kissing my forehead. It brought such memories of the days we use to have together. I found myself looking at your lips as your eyes scanned mine. Almost instinctively I leaned in and brushed my lips against yours. That familiar feeling was comfort after such news that I think you needed it too. Your hands settled on the sides of my face as I pulled you to straddle my lap, my hands grabbing your ass as you deepened the kiss. We got lost in this sensation and the memories connected to it all. It was like there had never been a time where we were apart and we were just having another moment together. I slipped my hands under my shirt before you broke the kiss and let me tug it off. Our lips found each other's once again as I laid back and brought you down with me. We forgot about the suitcase and the packing as our minds slipped away into the bliss we always found under the sheets together. Clothes tossed to the floor and my phone buzzing like crazy with messages of why were taking so long. Let's just say we ran a few hours late. Yet it seemed like now was right time for us.