ONE MORE TIME - brallon drabbles

anything for you

// It was time to meet his son again. //

There was no point in getting angry at the traffic he was presented with. It was raining and it was Christmas time. He should have planned to go sooner but of course, last-minute gifts were always coming to bite him in the ass.

Brendon was hoping that he would make on time this Christmas. He didn't want to sadden his son by being late for the holidays. Previous visits had been the same, Brendon had been late and Atticus was very apologetic, which he probably got from his father.

So, there Brendon sat, a gift box on the passenger seat. He sighed as the cars in front of him stopped once more and glanced at the gift box on the bottom of other gifts, hoping that Atticus would be happy with it.

Music was softly playing in the background and only slightly taking away the stress of getting on time. As Brendon heard, Dallon had found a girlfriend and her parents would be there. Brendon's parents couldn't make since they have their own plans that he would attend after today. His son was more important.

Atticus was the only person that wasn't angry or disappointed Brendon's doings from the past. Although, Dallon had told him that he didn't mind them anymore, Brendon could tell he still was angry about the things he had done to destroy a family of three.

And he regretted everything he had done, of course. His past himself was being idiotic and he should have known he wasn't ready for the responsibility of raising a child. Or the responsibility of holding a relationship nonetheless a family.

Brendon decided to clear his head from all the negative outcomes that could happen. He needed to focus on the road anyway.

* * *

The car parked on the driveway of such an amazing house. Brendon would still always be in awe after seeing the house in holiday decor. His neighborhood was simply so kind and nice as well with the white snow covering the ground. Brendon's stomach didn't set very well as he was getting nervous again. He often told himself there was no reason too as this was his family.

He got out of the car and saw his breath from the cold weather. Opening the passenger seat's door, he took the presents out and piled them up from largest to smallest, hoping he would be able to carry all of them.

Which he succeeded, Brendon carried the presents and went up the small steps to the Weekes' family. Once he was on the front door, he knocked the door, which was a bit of a difficult task. The door opened greeting the black-haired man with a small child.

The child was six years old with a head of dark brown hair and blue eyes as well as the name, Atticus.

"Hey, Atticus!" Brendon smiled at the child, who's eyes and smile were growing bigger. "Did I make it on time, kiddo?"

The kid squealed, "Daddy! I missed you!" Atticus hugged his leg and urged Brendon to get in the house from the chilly weather outside.

"Atticus? Who is—" A voice didn't finish their sentence when their eyes met Brendon's. "Ah, hello, Brendon."

"Hey, Dallon." Brendon replied, putting the gifts down on a coffee table in the living room. They went up to each other to share a handshake and Atticus ran to the kitchen to get Dallon's girlfriend.

"Well, I'm glad you made it on time this Christmas." Dallon seemed to almost force a smile, however, it felt pure at the same time.

"I try my best for our little baby. Made it on the dot, though, traffic was actual hell." Brendon replied and their conversation was over. Luckily, to save the stinging silence, Atticus had walked back into the living room while holding someone's hand.