No Way Out [Book 3]

Chapter 22 - Sweet Reunion

A/N: A friendly reminder that this is just my interpretation. I don't claim to know what happens...I don't know anything really 😂😂😂

Also, since this is the final book of the Way Out Series (sobs hysterically 😭😏) I had to bring back Bea's song.

Nuvole Bianche by Ludovico Einaudi, performed by Alexander Flemming.

***Bea's POV

Why am I at the beach? And more importantly, why am I the only one here? This is weird.

Inhaling the warm, salty air, I look around and admire the view. The ocean is the most beautiful I think I've ever seen and it's practically sparkling from the sun's golden light. I look down and curl my toes in the soft sand, smiling at the tickling feel and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

Why am I wearing a white dress? This is weird and hey, where are Harry and my girls? No, don't panic, Bea.

"Hi, Mommy!" a little voice happily calls out and I look over to my right.

Could it be?

Holding my dress so I don't trip, I walk over to the adorable little boy who looks about five. He's sitting at a weather-worn piano, but I don't think too much of it since none of this makes sense anyway and I stop in front of the little boy.

He's dressed in a white shirt and khaki shorts and his chubby little feet are bare. With a smile, he slides off the piano bench and stands in front of me, pushing back his short, light blonde curls with his chubby little hand.

"Hi, Mommy."

"Sebastian, i-is that you?" I ask in awe and he nods, leaning in to give me a hug. "Oh my God, it's really you. I've missed you so so much, little man."

It has been five years since I last held my baby and I can't begin to explain the happiness I feel right now. I never thought this would happen, and I don't know how it's happening right now, but I'm not complaining.

I kiss his head before leaning back to look at my son, smiling through my tears because it's really him.

"Play my song for me, Mommy," he happily says, taking my hand in his small one and he leads me over to the piano bench. I watch as he climbs onto the bench all by himself like a big boy and he sits down with a proud smile. "Play my song for me, Mommy. I love my song."

"Okay, Sebastian, but what do you say first?" I kindly urge him to remember his manners and I sit down next to him.

"Umm," he hums while swinging his feet and he beams his dimpled smile that melts my heart. "Please!"

"Good job, little man. Mommy will play your song for you," I say and he excitedly claps. Lifting the cover from the piano keys, I move my bare foot from the sand to the pedal and I place my fingers on the appropriate keys. "Ready?"

"Yeah!" he nods his head, causing his disheveled curls to fly all about and I swear that I'm looking at his father right now.

Oh yeah. Where are Harry and my girls? I'm starting to worry.

"Mommyyy," Sebastian whines, tugging on the sleeve of my dress.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Impatient," I tease, lightly bumping into his shoulder and he giggles.