second chances won't leave us alone | p.t.v

Chapter Thirty-Eight: All Over Again.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: All Over Again.

"Cat, please let me come with you." Vic pleaded as I shoved clothes into my huge suitcase. I tried my best to ignore him. I needed to get to my baby. No matter what it costs.

"Vic, no you have kids to please, don't ruin it for fans that have waited years to see you. I'm sure it's not that serious. Y'know I'd call you if it was." I replied hurriedly, grabbing Anna's stuffed unicorn and feeling ice crack over my heart. I knew for a fact it was serious.

"Catherine." He grabbed my shoulders, spinning me to face him. He looked me dead in the eye, making sure I understood the meaning to every word he said.

"She's my daughter too." He murmured. I look at him desperately.

"But you have a life outside of this. I'm not saying you can't be apart of it. Just finish the last leg of the tour, then you can come back home." I reached up, placing my hand on the side of his cheek.

"If I need you, I will call." I lifted myself slighthly onto the balls of my feet, giving him a soft kiss.

"Let me do this ok." I breath over his skin.

I saw he had already given up, sighing loudly. He brushed his thumb over my cheek.

"At least let me ride with you to the airport?" I looked at my feet with a tiny smile. I nodded, and he pressed his lips softly to my forehead.

I stood, anxiously wringing my hands as I waited at the gate. Vic sat next to me, staring at his own hands, looking as worried as I feel. I kinda wished he could come home with me, but I'm not selfish. I know my daughter is main priority right now, but I was right. He had built a life outside of us, he can't just throw it away. I started bouncing my knee, my eyes flicking around too often. I'm not scared of planes, yeah the take off are pretty shit and stuff, but I'm more scared at what I may find once I get off the plane. Ryan was going to pick me up and take me straight to the hospital. They tried to convince me to go home and get rid of my bags then come, but no. I need to be there instantly. Something warm covered the hand on my jiggly knee. I looked to see Vic's hand covering mine. The different skin color nearly made me smile. His rather tanned skin against my snowy one. He linked our fingers as I looked up at him. He reached up, pushing a piece of hair dangling in front of my face, loose from my ponytail, behind my ear.

"She'll be happy to see you." He murmured. His brown eyes showed doubt and it scared me. He didn't tell me she was going to be ok, cause he knew she wasn't. If she was she wouldn't be in hospital. I tried to contain tears that were threatening to spill.

"I'm scared for her." I choked out, my voice cracking in places. He pulled me close, I buried my face in his chest. I curled my legs across his lap, clinging to him for dear life. I think I needed him, to stay sane. I inhaled his scent, a couple of tears sliding down my cheeks. I closed my eyes, wishing I could wake up, and I'd be curled on Vic's lap in our living room, Anna playing at the huge window, her barbies and ponies scattered across the wood floors. I realized with a start I was thinking of mine and Vic's old apartment. Would we have lived there? Would Anna have been raised in that big studio apartment where me and Vic wasted our youth together? I used to help him with songs, and we'd dance across the bare wood floor with no music. Now I could see Anna twirling around our legs, ?barefoot, Vic picking her up, spinning her around while she squealed. I smiled at the image of him softly brushing noses with her while she giggled. She looked at me from Vic's arms.

"Why are you crying Mama?" I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the hot tears fall fast. I awoke from my daydream to a bustled airport, Vic softly humming to me. I felt numb. The last time I had been to hospital, for someone other then myself, was when my father passed away. It killed me to think it may happen again. I flinched at my own thoughts and tried to push them away.