Once A Bad Boy (He's A Bad News Sequel)

9 - Endless Apologies

Author's note: I think I've messed up in the previous chapter, should I edit it?

Erick's POV

Okay so I'm supposed to be discharged today. It has been two days since I woke up and I can't wait to get out to show this enchanting face to the world again. But there's this one problem that have been messing with my head. Which house should I go back to?

The other day when Joel stayed with me I told him to give me a briefing about Isabella and her son. Oops, my son. It's still a little bit awkward to say that but that's the fact now, Erick Brian. You have a son.

Okay, so he told me that I quit the band, what a fool decision. For some reason he couldn't tell because it'll be too much for me to handle. Thoughtful Joel, he knows my brain isn't that big to process a lot of things at one time.

Also, he told me that I moved out from our house. I mean, the band's house. And now I lived with Isabella and the kid. I've think about it the whole night last night. It'd be unfair to Isabella if I just leave her alone with the kid and stay with the boys. So at first I thought that maybe I should go back to her house.

But what if it gets awkward, and I hurt her feelings unintentionally? And that's why Richard and Chris are here to help me make my decision.

"If I stay with you guys I can trail back my memories, because the last thing I remembered doesn't include Isabella with it." I said, looking at Richard.

Then I turn my head to Chris. "But if I stay with Isabella I can get to know her again. And bond with my son."

Chris nods, agreeing with what I just said. "Just go back with her, and come to our house whenever you want to. How does that sounds?" Richard suggested.

That sounds good enough, so I agreed with that. "Also, Joel told me I quit the band? Can I join you guys again?" I asks.

Chris and Richard looks at each other and smiles at me. "Of course. But you might need to discuss with the cafe manager. Next week we're going on tour with Set It Off." Chris told me.

Well that won't be a big deal. I don't remember working in that cafe anyway, leaving that job won't make me feel bad. With that being said, it's official, the band is getting their hot Cuban guitarist again.

Now I'm on my way to Isabella's house. Actually it's my house but whatever. I don't know why I'm getting nervous as Richard told me that we are getting nearer to the house. Maybe because she's damn pretty and I'm going to spend the whole day with her. For the rest of my life.

When we get there Isabella opens the door with a baby in her arms. That must be Jaime. She looks nervous as hell. Glad I'm not the only one feeling like that.

"Is this him?" I asked her, referring to the little boy she's holding.

"Yes, this is Jaime." she says. I reached out my hand to hold him. As I look into his face, there's no doubt I made this kid.

"Oh god, you look exactly like me, young man." I said, and he laughs. It's not as scary as I thought it would be.

Chris and Richard played with Jaime for a while before they decided that they should leave. "Tell her about your decision on joining the band again." Richard reminds me.

As soon as the boys stepped out from our house it starts to get awkward. Just as I thought it would be. I walked around the house, studying the whole place. It feels so familiar but foreign at the same time.

"You don't have to force yourself to remember." I heard Isabella says behind me. "Let me show you your room." she says, motioning for me to follow behind her.

"My room? I thought we were sleeping in the same room?" I asked her. "Are you okay with the idea of sleeping next to me?" she asks me.

"I don't mind. You are supposed to be my girlfriend, right?" I replied.

Then she took me to our room. There's only two room upstairs, and I can see the other room is supposed to be Jaime's room since the door was opened. "If that room is Jaime's, and this room is ours, which room is supposed to be my room as you mentioned earlier?" I ask, confused.

She holds her right arm with her left hand and looks away. "I was thinking of letting you sleep here while I sleep with Jaime." she answers.

"Oh you don't have to. This bed seems too big for me to sleep alone." I grin at her.

She was smiling but she looks hurt. I know why, but there's nothing I can do. "I'm sorry for how things have turned out." I apologize to her.

She let out a faint smile, and told me to get some rest. As she left the room I throw myself on the bed, thinking about how long does it going to take for me to remember everything. I can't stop thinking about Camila too. What happened to us?

I must've think too much I ended up sleeping. I had a dream of Camila. We were talking but I can't remember what it was about. Then Isabella wakes me up for dinner, so I joined her downstairs.

Jaime is a really good kid. He just cried a little after dinner because he was sleepy, so Isabella tuck him in. I watched her doing it from the door. She's a really good mother.

"Am I as good as you with handling him?" I asked. She turns around, still giving me that smile. "You are." she answers.

We went silent for a while before she walks towards me and as we were just one step away from each other, she looks into my eyes. "Can I touch you?" she asks.

I nod, and she put her hand on my chest. I really feel sorry for her. She must've love me so much but right now my heart is still looking for Camila.

She keeps her head down, but her hand is still on my chest. "You can hug me if you want to." I said smiling. She deserves it. She deserves every touch on my body. I might not feel whatever she's feeling for me right now, but seeing the way she looks at me, I know she really loves me.

She immediately throws herself on me and hugs me tight. I hug her back, with a deep guilt in my heart. How can life be so cruel with this girl?

She didn't let go of me yet, and I can feel her body shaking. I know she was crying but I just stroke her back because I don't know what to say to her. A few seconds later she breaks the hug and turns around.

"I'm sorry." she says to me. I can see she's wiping her face with her hand. I can't imagine how she's feeling right now.