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Brandon ~ 3 am

BRANDON'S POV

I flip over for the millionth time that night. The alarm clock reads 2:45 am. 

"fuck it." I mumble before getting up tossing on clothes. 

I grab my keys off of the dresser before heading to my car. I get in and back out of the driveway, thinking about her. I'm not in a hurry so I take my time. Ride Slow by Russ plays softly from the speakers. I can't stop thinking about her. 

We had met at Target a few months ago. Her son had thrown stuff from her cart into mine.  She apologized before taking the objects from my hands. She had turned to walk away before I introduced myself and asked for her name. She introduced herself and then her son. i told her I was under the impression she was single due to her not walking away when I called after her. She told me I was right that she was single. I immediately took my shot and asked for her number. She was appalled asking me if I was ok with her being a single mom. I laughed and said of course. 

We went on multiple dates and immediately hit it off. She was just perfect. Her son also loved me. From time to time I would watch him for her while she ran errands. It was just the perfect relationship. Then her son got sick and we got distant. From what I understand we're still together. 

I haven't held her in a few weeks and I miss her. I just want to feel her, hear her voice, and see her. 

I park in an empty parking space in front of her apartment complex. I take a minute for myself before heading up to her apartment. The lights are visible through the curtain and I can hear her talking to her son. I knock on the door. 

"Brandon?" She opens the door. 

"Y/N." You smile. 

She practically jumps into my arms. I lightly grab her face before kissing her. Her son starts crying. She pulls back and heads for the packing play where he was. I stop her. 

"I'll get him." I start walking to the packing play. "Hey buddy." 

I pick him up. He slowly stops crying as I walk around the apartment with him. Eventually, I end up holding him on the couch while Y/N sleeps in my lap. 

"I'm a lucky guy." I mumble before leaning down to kiss her forehead.