Scar on my Heart (Carmichael Series #3)✔️

New Story Maybe??? Idk

**HEYYYY YAAAA. Like the title states, this might or might not be a new story about Brock. If it ends up turning into something, it'll be slow coming and will be more of a short story with like 10 parts or so (i said that about this book and now I have 29 chapters written lol @ me). Lemme know what you think - PS NOT EDITED LITERALLY AT ALL LOL JUST THREW IT TOGETHER IN LIKE AN HOUR!

THIS STORY TAKES PLACE EIGHT YEARS FROM THE DATE IN THIS STORY. DON'T ASK ME WHAT AGE EVERYONE IS IN THE COMMENTS BECAUSE I'M GOING TO ANSWER IT HERE (I put a lot of thought into this lol): Scar is 34, evan is 29, first child is 6 (Greyson), second child is 4 (Harper), evan is seven and a half months pregnant with third child (Cooper). Knox is now 51, Poppy is 47, Brock is 26, Troy and Aurora are now 27 and have two kids that are 7 years old (Daxton and Payton) and a little girl (Paisley) that's 2 and a half. Ellie is also 29 and Beckett is 35 they have two kids, one is 8 (Knox the second) and the other is four (Elijah).** 

Brock's POV

"Sir, your sister is on line one for you." Melody mumbled while peeking her head into my office. She was a good assistant, don't get me wrong, but it made me fucking irate when she constantly tiptoed around me. It'd been this way ever since I hired her. The only reason I kept her around was because she was married and therefore didn't flirt with me like all the others did.

"Just take a message, Mrs. Lane. I'm busy at the moment." I said, brushing off the phone call as I opened up a new spreadsheet and began working on plugging some figures in.

"She said to tell you that it's urgent. She refuses to leave a message and wait for a call back." She replied, her face looking worried as she awaited my reply on baited breath. I was known to have an awful temper when things didn't go my way, especially at work. I worked day and night to ensure that everything went exactly according to plan - though I guess family is much different than work in essentially every way.

I sighed deeply before nodding and waving her off. She looked relieved to leave the room as she rushed away.

"Hello?" I mumbled into the receiver as I balanced the phone between my head and shoulder while continuing to type away.

"Brock, why have you been screening my calls? I've been trying been trying to get ahold of you for weeks now." Evan's angry, but exhausted voice accused through the receiver.

"I know. I'm sorry, I've just been really busy with work and everything." I answered evasively. I could hear her upset sigh on the other end, immediately making me feel guilty.

"Brock, you promised you would be here. None of us have seen you in two years. The kids keep asking about you. Greyson barely remembers you and Harper doesn't even know who you are anymore when I show her pictures. If you're not here for Cooper's birth like you swore you would be when we found out I was pregnant, I'll never forgive you." She threatened, causing me to push myself away from my desk and rub the bridge of my nose.

"Evan, please-"

"No! Don't you fucking do this! You've chosen work and casual flings with whores you meet in the club over your family and everyone is sick and tired of it. Mom doesn't even smile at Thanksgiving or Christmas anymore because she's too busy being worried sick about you, but you don't even care do you? You're damn lucky you're the baby of the family otherwise it'd be a whole other story. Just don't...don't do this. Not this time." She begged, ending her rant on pleading tone rather than one of aggression and anger.

"I'll be there, alright? I said I would be! When are you due again?"

"A month and a half." She deadpanned, clearly angry with me for not remembering the date. I quickly scribbled it down on the post it in front of me while mumbling a quick okay and I love you. My heart weighed heavily in my chest when she huffed at my words.