Landing In London {Dreams & Bleachers Sequel}

Flashback

Jade's POV

I'm still under this terrible cloud of illness since the accident, but I'm walking, which is all I could ever ask for. Although, the million rehabilitation sessions are getting more annoying than anything else.

Seeing Harley, with that cute baby bump, that makes it worth it. She makes every day worth living.

I walked into our bedroom, where Harley sat with a scrapbook. The radio played behind her, as always. I sat down next to her, putting my arm around her waist and resting my chin on her shoulder.

She laughed under her breath and kissed my cheek, then turned the page from ninth grade, to tenth, when we met. There was the picture from homecoming. God, what a night. I can still remember it like it was yesterday, getting in that fight with Ryder, having a dance with her, and all the worries melting away.

Flashback

"Oh, fuck no! I am not dancing, you can forget about it!" I retaliated, smiling like an idiot as I did so.

"Aw, but how can we slow dance then?" She asked with glassy eyes.

"Haha, Jade? Slow dance?" Arianna interrupted.

She had just walked out to get some air, same as us. Plus she can't resist sweets but probably didn't want Kevin to see her devour them like a wild animal.

I raised an eyebrow at her just as I heard the DJ doing the intro for a slow song. "Fine then." I scoffed. "Harley, may I have this dance?"

Her cheeks burned red as she took my hand. I lead her back inside, and her hands slipped around my neck. I nervously put my palms to her waist and the song began; Here Without You by 3 Doors Down. I was so happy in that moment I could have cried. It was just... amazing.

Flash... Forward (I guess?)

She was always a gorgeous woman, no matter what she did. I saw another photo, one from Halloween. Me as Jinxx, and her as the sexiest Nikki Sixx I've ever seen. I remember her having to sneak out that night, and holding her the next day 'cause her parents beat her when she got home.

It was a shame, she never deserved that abuse, and I never could save her from it. I looked down at her arms, seeing that no matter how faded, those old scars were still there.

I softly kissed her neck, hearing her giggle. "You know I was just thinking, that picture used to be on my work bench at the shop. Do you remember all those nights we'd be in there before lock up, with only one light on, and we'd dance barefoot?"

"How could I forget? I felt so safe in those moments. I've always felt safe around you." She cooed.

"I miss those dances." I said as I leaned my head into her more.

"Well, we have a radio, bare feet, and a floor." Harley smiled, just as Bless the Broken Road came on.

I stepped off the bed, then offered her a hand. She set her small hand in mine, and put her feet to the hardwoods. We walked over to the fireplace, our feet going on to the fluffy white rug.

Harley placed her hands around my neck, letting her head rest against my bare chest. Her baby bump pressed her silk night gown against my skin as she leaned in, giving me familiar chills. Yeah, the cold feet are already starting.

I wrapped my arms around her, feeling content, even if there is worry lingering. This is my third kid, forth I'll be raising. You'd think I'd be calm about it. Nope, I'm still worried I'll fuck this one up. I've done pretty well so far, but there's a lot of room left for fuck up.

June ended up descent, and as far as I can tell, Ella and Carolyn are good. Hopefully, it's true; practice does make perfect.