.:*The One Who Protects His Magic*:. || A Bruno Mars Fanfiction

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Dressing Room
Palau Sant Jordi [Barcelona, Spain.]
April, 5 2017. 2:40 P.M.

BRUNO

"Hey, Mya. How's it going with the baby?"

The week had gone by measly slow, dealing with the repercussions of my actions. Elise was right about how selfish I was being and there was so much I had to correct, but it would be a difficult task for me to do. I had to start off slow and the first person I wanted to clear the air with was Mya. I couldn't let my child come into this world and be raised in such a hostile and dysfunctional environment, so I wanted to. . .make some kind of peace with my baby's mother.

"Well, I'm dealing with a little motion sickness, so that's fun for me. But it's nothing that I can't handle."

That kind of joke would of got a small chuckle out of me if it was under better circumstances, but my concern was only on my child. "Are you keeping yourself properly nourished? Making sure you're not stressed out?"

"Bruno, I'm okay. Really. I appreciate your concern." Mya spoke through the receiver but it didn't ease my nerves at all knowing that I could be there with her. "I am curious though. Why the sudden change of heart? Last week, you barely wanted anything to do with me."

I leaned my head against the wall behind me, letting the soft cushion of the couch press into my back. "I've come to the realization that I have to stop thinking about myself and focus on what's really important."

"Mmm. I see. Well, I won't hold you up for too much longer because I know you have things to take care of. I'll call you again once I have some free time on my hands. Take care, Bruno."

"Yeah. Talk to you later, Mya."

The call ended and I tossed my phone on the opposite side of the couch, not caring where it landed. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I exhaled deeply from having to be civil around Mya. It wasn't easy by a long shot, but it was progress on my behalf. But would I be able to show this kind of civility when our child was born or would we fall apart because of the unseen pressure that comes with raising a child? Our mettle will be tested once the baby gets here.

There were a couple of knocks on the door but before I had the chance to address who was behind it, the one person that I've been anxious to see had stepped inside.

"Elise. . ." I announced, watching her push her weight behind the door until it closed with a soft click. After not seeing her for a while, she still carried that radiant aura with her like she usually would before I advertently shattered her the week prior. "I didn't think you would come since I never got a response from you."

Elise chuckled lightly at me, "Well, I'm unpredictable like that. You never know what I'll do."

I stood up from the couch and without hesitation, Elise hurried into my arms and embraced me with everything she had. Her delicate fingertips grazing the nape of my neck, gently teething through my curls as she nuzzled her head against mine. My large hands held her petite waist as I caressed her frame, still loving the feel of her in my arms.

This was what I missed from her right here. Elise was giving me something that I've lacked from all the other women that I dated in the past -- emotional intimacy. Her hug alone was assuring me that everything would be okay despite how badly I fucked up. And yet, small throes of her emotions were evident in her embrace as well. I sensed pain and worry, which is something that she didn't need to be feeling.

Our eyes locked on each other's momentarily, wanting nothing than to kiss our pains away. As much as I wanted to, this wasn't the time for that and we needed to actually talk in order to get our feelings out in the open. Taking Elise's hand into mind, I lead her to the couch and she sat down. Soon after, I got comfortable next to her and left an ample amount of space between us.