Drunk Love - A Rob Gronkowski Fanfiction.

Chapter 67

Pretty lame chapter but it's something! Please comment what you want to happen next!! I need ideas 😭😭😭😭😭

The flight home was...alright to say the least. It was awkward and silent, but I'm happy that I finally have Noah in my life to say the least.

We were driving home and it's around 2 in the morning . Tyler and Lucas are asleep in the backseat and there is soft music playing in the background. When we pulled up to my house though, there was a black suv and my dads car in front of it. I sighed as Noah parked in the garage and turned the car off. We grabbed the boys and walked inside the house and put them to bed before going back downstairs.

"Sydney." My dad said.

"Sorry, had to put the boys to bed."

"It's fine, I just wanted to talk to you." The man said.

"Would you like something to drink?" Noah asked.

He shook his head. "No, I just wanted to tell you that we received audio footage from the hotel and we spoke with Rob and wanted to let you know that we are most likely going to take this incident to court. We can't necessarily arrest him, but what we can do is hope that a judge can make him send child support money for Lucas, if you want him to, and then things can go from there. As of right now, we are having him stay at least 100 feet away from you at all time for the next 30 days. I understand Rob plays for the patriots, and you are apart of that, so distance won't be a problem if you have security with you at all times. My team and I just advise you to get a good lawyer, which won't be hard for you, to cover the case."

"Uh, okay. Um.."

"Is that okay with you?"

"No yeah it is, I just, I don't think. This is all just weird to me."

"Sweetie, it has to be done. As a father, I just want what's best for you." My dad replied.

"Can I think about this first before doing anything? Is that even possible? I just want to do what's best for the kids. I mean, yeah I've been trying to do that for a while, but I don't want to ruin their relationship forever."

"For right now I think it is best we do this, and then change it later when they're older when things simmer down. This will be kept completely private and hopefully the media won't know about it. We can ask for the original copy of the tape so the hotel doesn't send it out, and keep everything private within the family or whoever you want it to be with. I have this power Sydney." My dad said.

I sighed and looked at Noah. He nodded his head. "Okay... fine."

The man nodded. "Okay, well, I'm be in touch with your father for further information and we will be on our way."

I thanked him and shook his hand. He walked out, and when the door closed, my dad looked at me.

"Sydney are you out of out fucking mind right now? What the hell is wrong with you to be ending up in the hospital again for some shit like this."

"Dad, I don't know. I'm sorry."

"Is that all you had to say? You damn near died. Who would have taken care of your kids? I'm way too old to be worrying about you like this still."

"With all do respect, this is entirely my fault." Noah said.

"No it's not. Sydney knows better; well at least I thought she did. Like what was going through your mind when you decided to do what you did?"

"Nothing."

"Exactly. You're lucky I didn't tell him about this because Rob would easily get custody of Lucas and you wouldn't be too happy with that. Am I right or am I wrong?"