Mine (H2O Delirious x Reader)

Chapter Twenty-Six: Last Chapter, Forgiveness.

Okay.

So Evan might have overreacted. Sure, he could have been a little more mature. Sure, he could have not hit Jonathan square in the nose when he came knocking on his door. Sure, he could have completely ignored the impulse to kick his ex-best friend in the nuts. . . But where's the fun in that? If he doesn't leave with at least two broke ribs, then how is he supposed to learn his lesson?

No one messes with (Y/N).

They especially don't get her pregnant and attempt to leave. .

But Evan does have to admit, Jonathan probably wouldn't be kneeling on his floor, clutching his nuts, if it weren't for Brock. He's the main guy who pounded some common sense into Jonathan's thick skull. Kudos to him.

Evan lined up for another kick, but paused, catching the glimpse of pain in Jonathan's blue eyes. He looked like a mess with all that blood running down his chin. Maybe he's had enough?

"Okay, I get it." Jonathan coughed while holding his finger in the air. "I'm a douche, I'm sorry." His eyes were pleading for Evan to stop; that only made him smirk.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it." Evan laughed. "I need to know that you're not going to do this again. . . You'll be lucky if I even let you near (Y/N) at this point."

"Please, Evan." Jonathan looked down. "I love her. I really, really do. Okay?" He met Evan's eye again. "I don't know what I was thinking. . Luke must have gotten into my head, but I take full responsibility for acting like an idiot."

Evan kept a cold, hard stare on the man in front of him. He chewed on the inside of cheek and pondered over his decision. . But in the end, it's not really his choice to make. It's up to his little sister if she wants to let this maniac back into her life.

At that same moment, Evan could hear her feet slowly climbing down the stairs. His eyes met hers and they locked for a second before darting towards Jonathan. She didn't even flinch after seeing that state he was in.

With a frown, she stepping in front of the man on his knees and asked. "Do you mean it?"

Jonathan opened his mouth to speak, but (Y/N) cut him off. "If you don't mean it, then leave. If you don't really want to be apart of your children's lives, then leave. I won't subject them to an asshole of a father. I need to know if you're in all the way, Jonathan. So tell me, do you mean it?"

Evan could see tears welling in her (e/c) eyes. He wanted to reach out and comfort her, but decided not to. He also thought he should give them some space, but he still doesn't fully trust Jonathan. He never did trust him with his little sister. . . Look where that got them.

Jonathan locked his hands together in a pleading motion. "I mean every word of it! I want to be apart of their lives! I want to hear their little feet running around the hard wood floor in our house. I want to watch them grow and learn and speak! Hell, I want to send them to college some day. . (Y/N), please, I know I fucked up and I'm sorry. . I'm so, so, so sorry. Let me make it up to you. . . Forgive me."

(Y/N)'s stone face dropped. Her frown lightened until it was replaced with a small smile. She knelt down in front of him and grabbed his hands, laying them in her lap softly. She traced her fingers over his knuckles, staring at them for a few minutes before coming to reality and meeting his eyes again. "Don't fuck up again." She smiled, choking out a laugh.

Evan could see she could truly be happy with him. He could see that Jonathan wasn't as bad as he thought he was. Maybe giving him another chance won't be so bad. . . Maybe he can learn to love him like a brother again.

The sympathy was pulling so hard on Evan's heart strings that couldn't help but blurt out; "I forgive you too!"

Jonathan pulled (Y/N) into a tight embrace, stuffing his face into the crook of her neck. He loved the way she felt in her arms, pregnant or not. They were meant to be; like they're written in the stars or something. But enough of that. .

In a few months, Jonathan will be a dad and Evan will be an uncle and (Y/N) will be a mom. The guys want to meet the twins, they already made plans.

Everything was okay. Everyone was okay.

"So," (Y/N) smiled. She had a hot rag in her hand, working hard to wipe all that blood away. Her touch was soft and surprisingly motherly.

Jonathan smiled at her. "So," He flinched at the tenderness of his jaw.

"What do we do now?" (Y/N) set the bloodied rag down for a minute. She had made Jonathan sit on the counter so that she could place herself between his legs. . Not so she could do anything inappropriate.

"Well, what do you mean?" Jonathan grabbed her wrists and started playing with her fingers.

"I mean," she paused so she could look him in the eyes. "Do you — do you want to, like, get married or something?" She wasn't sure what to expect. All she knew was that she wanted to put a lock on this relationship and stuff it into a vault where no one could destroy it. Not even Luke.

"Hey," Jonathan squeezed her hands when she looked away. "Of course I want to get married, are you kidding?" He chuckled. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, (Y/N), and I am so lucky to be able to call you mine."

Her eyes and nose bunched with excitement.

The smile on her face was enough to make Jonathan's stomach jump. It looked like it could spread for miles and the light that came with it was almost enough to blind him with happiness. . "You're so beautiful, you know that?" He said and rubbed her cheek with his thumb. Next thing he knew, (Y/N) was leaning on her toes to meet him halfway for a short, but meaningful kiss. . Her hands were on his thighs and his were resting just underneath her jaw.

The moment was surreal and it sent Jonathan's mind spiraling out of control. God, he was in love, there was no denying that. .

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That small fight didn't ruin their relationship. It made it stronger. . And now Jonathan knows he can't fully trust Luke. He also knows he doesn't want that man going anywhere near his kids any time soon. . . They aren't even born yet, yet he has this weird feeling in his gut that he needs to shield them from the world and everything in it.

He's going to be a good dad. . Even though he's scared half to death of babies.

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And that's the end. I hope you enjoyed.

Would you guys like a sequel? Let me know and I'll start figuring it out.

MUCH LOVE;

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