Stef and Lena (MyLove)❤️

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LENA'S POV:

Seriously, Stef and I had started our life, we had many conversations about getting a home together and starting a family of our own. Our own children and she seemed to 'forget' to bring up that she has a son. You don't just forget to tell your wife that. She's in the wrong. No matter how violent Brandon is, although he didn't seem it; she should have told me.

"Lena...please" Stef begged for me to hear her out. But I didn't want to listen, I was so annoyed I couldn't even look at her. Yes she was upset yesterday and I comforted her but I woke up today and realised how wrong this is. How wrong she had taken this.

"What Stef? You just forgot to tell me you have a son! That's not something you forget Stef." I snapped back.

"I'm sorry. I should have told you, I know that, but you don't understand..." her voice started to quiver again as she began to cry. "I-it's hard you know. Every-every time I think of him, I think of-of what he is capable of, and wh-what he did to me. He-he left me and said awful stuff Lena, he broke my heart in more ways than possible; so I'm-I'm sorry it's a sensitive subject to bring up. It kills me inside"

I could see her pain within her as she told me this. Yes I felt sorry for her, for I seen how much she loves him. But I also see that she cannot trust him. I needed to hear her out but I was still mad. Very mad. But I needed answers. And now.

"So, do you think he really wants our help?" I asked sitting on the sofa as she followed sitting beside me.

"I-I don't know" she replied wiping her tears away from her cheeks.

"Well I do. He seemed desperate" I said, yes I didn't know Brandon as well as Stef, but I believed in second chances and Stef knew this.

"But he is also very good a manipulating people, I ... I don't know anymore hun" she said lost for words.

"Call him" I suggested.

I felt it was necessary, they both had time to relax and chill down after the surprising visit. They needed to talk this out and figure out what was best.
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STEF'S POV:

Lena was right. As always. I needed to know if this was truly what Brandon wanted, I needed to know he wanted to change for the better. And if he did, then maybe we could start our life as mother and son again. Properly this time. Maybe I could get to know my son again. The son I've always wanted, not the son that constantly reminded me of his father. As much as it was hard for me to call him, I did anyway.

"Hey" he said deeply down the phone.

"Hi, Erm...can we talk?"

"Yes, Mom, I meant everything. I need your help" he pleaded and begged down the phone.

"If that's the case, we will help you, but we need you to be 100% on board with this" I suggested.

"I am, 100%. Thank you" he sounded honest, he sounded desperate. But what did I know? As to me, he was almost a complete stranger to the boy I once knew.

"Why don't you come over later, we will talk, properly" I asked.

"Ok mom. Sure" he agreed.

I simply hung up the phone leaving it at that. Ok, so he wanted help, and help is what he could get. We had to discuss multiple of ways he could find help, but that's something we could do together. Something he needs to know he's not alone with. He has us. Forever, if he continues to make progress.

A few hours had passed and Brandon and my mother had turned up at my house. Brandon was holding a bunch of lily flowers.

"For you Lena, I apologise for you being dragged into this" he said handing the flowers to Lena.

"Thanks babe" she said taking them putting them in a vase.

I still wasn't sure whether I could trust him. Yes, he was doing all these kind gestures, but why? Did he really want to change.

"So, Brandon, what kind of help do you want?" I cut to the chase for we had a lot to talk about.

"I don't know, support, therapy, rehab, anything" he said. As he was suggesting these, I begun to feel like it is what he truly wanted from the bottom of his heart.

"I know a great therapist, I could call him" Lena suggested.

"Yes, please" he said smiling at Lena as she went to the other room.

So what would happen if he was to change, what next? Would he move in with us? Be apart of our family. Go to college. Who knows?

Lena entered the room after and 10 minutes phone call smiling.

"He can fit you in at 11:00am next Wednesday" she said.

"Thank you, really. I appreciate this" he said hugging Lena tightly as Lena smiled over his shoulders.

I couldn't help but smile the way she is helping me with this. She didn't have to, this was my problem, and she was handling it amazingly.

"So Brandon, say you get the help you want, then what? What do you plan on doing with your life?" I asked sitting across from him in the sitting room.

"Well, id apply for colleges, music. Maybe get a close apartment near you, I'm not really sure" he started.

I remember when he was a little boy, he always wanted to play the piano. Like professionally. He's great with the guitar and amazing with piano, but he wanted to learn how to play classically.

"Still chasing the dreams of a classic pianist" my mother said stoking his back.

I didn't understand how everyone acted so ok around him. Even me. I don't know how it was so simple to forgive and forget with Brandon, everything seemed too easy. But I didn't know what?
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A/N: so Brandon? Therapy huh? What do we think? Do we believe him?

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