The Arrangement | Completed | Wattys2020

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Matty's POV

When I wake up and look in the mirror, I was right about my earlier prediction. Dark colored bruising takes over my entire left eye, and my nose still fucking hurt from where he punched me. Thank God he didn't break it. Although, I know he probably wanted to. Hell, I wanted to break his too.

I walked into the kitchen of our suite and saw Frailey at the bar stirring his cereal with a spoon. We made quick eye contact and he smirked, looking back down at the bowl in front of him. I could tell that his lip was busted and still a bit swollen, as well as discoloring around his eye. Well...we successfully gave each other black eyes.

I grabbed another bowl and poured myself some cereal and then placed it right next to him. We ate our breakfast in silence. Well, I ate. He just kind of stirred his cereal aimlessly. I glanced over and could see that the cereal had become all puffy and soggy.

"I'm sorry I punched you in the throat and tried to break your nose." Frailey muttered, still stirring the bits of cereal in his bowl.

"I'm sorry I punched you first, busted your lip, and gave you a black eye." I mumble back, knowing that we were both in the wrong. Fuck, I mean we rarely fight. We fight like siblings, but that's about it. We never get rough with one another, and this was just taking it way too far.

"I didn't mean what I said...you know, about Phoebe and Candace. I know you love them. I shouldn't have said anything. I'm just...fucking pissed off. I'm scared, and I don't know how to make it any better." He sighed. I hear him sniffle, and grant him the courtesy of looking at anything else but him. Frailey doesn't fucking cry. He never fucking cries.

"What are you scared of, Kyler? Kids aren't something you should be terrified about having with Megan. You should be...excited. You two would make great parents." I tell him honestly.

"I don't know. What if I end up like my dad? Or Daniel? They were kind of...shit. You know, like I love my dad and all but I just wish he put less pressure on me growing up. I don't want to put pressure on my kids to be perfect." He admits.

"Then don't." I say simply.

"But what if I do and I'm not even aware that I'm doing it? What if...I don't know. I don't know the first thing about kids. Fuck, I don't think I have ever held a baby in my entire life...and she expects me to learn how to fucking raise one? It's not that easy." He sighs.

"It's not supposed to be easy. It's actually going to be really fucking hard and really scary. But, that's why you have Megan. You guys will cross that bridge when you get there. That's just growing up. That's what starting a family is all about. You have to be there to help one another. You guys would make great parents." I assure him.

"She will, but I probably won't. But she would probably...fuck, I don't know. Breast feed our child until they are four and try to name them fucking Amethyst or some shit like that." He laughs, wiping his nose with my back of his shirt. "Here I am, crying like a little fucking bitch because I am scared to have kids. I have everything I want in life except a fucking backbone. I am a coward. I really am." He admits truthfully. In a way, he is right. But, he loves Megan with all of his being.

"She probably will." I laugh. "I think you need to sit down with her and really have this conversation. You two need to compromise and find out what works and what won't work. Write a list of things you want and keep what she wants in mind. Then, try and find a way to incorporate those two things together in a way that will make the both of you happy." I tell him.

"She better get a new car, then. Something that isn't going to possibly end her life every time she starts it. Oh, and we have to get a bigger house. Something that I think is good enough. Enough with the shit that we have." He tells me.

"See, compromise." I tell him.

"Thanks, Matty. I really couldn't do this shit without you. You will always be my fucking brother. Even though we just gave each other some really fucking ugly black eyes." He laughs

"You really got me when you punched me in the throat." I laugh.

"You're lucky you got off of me. I was going to throw another cheap shot and really try and break your nose." He exclaims, laughing loudly.

I join him, and he holds his hand out to me, indicating that he wants to hug it out. He pulls me in for a hug and pulls away, wiping his eyes of any leftover tears.

"When is the next flight back to Vancouver?" He asks.

"You want to go home? We haven't settled anything here yet. What about the new building? And the loft?" I ask.

"That shit kind of doesn't matter if I don't have a wife to move here with me. Can you see when the next flight is?" He asks.

"Yeah. Hold on." I say, pulling my phone out and checking for airlines that had available seats. "It shows there is a flight in like four hours. Do you think we have time to make that one? I mean, we could always drive if need be." I shrug.

"We aren't fucking driving. I packed last night. Book the flight." He says, dumping his uneaten cereal in the trash.

"Are you going to tell her you're on your way home?" I ask.

"No. She will just find out when I get there." He says.

Although leaving early in completely unplanned, I'm kind of glad we're leaving early. I don't want to be here any longer. I want to go home to Candace. I miss her.

"Okay, well...let's get our stuff ready." I say, clapping my hands together. Frailey nods his head and walks into the other room.

I go into the bedroom and begin to quickly pack my things. I pray that this goes well.

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Author's Note!!
Okay. So, I finally decided on where I wanted them to live. I kind of kept their location up in the air, because I wasn't sure if I wanted their home town to be in the states or not. I picked Vancouver Bc...well, because it was perfect to me! If you guys find anywhere in the story that contradicts this, PLEASE MAKE COMMENT OF IT AND LET ME KNOW!!! I don't want details to contradict one another! Also, WE FINALLY HIT 10K!!!! YAY!!!' I am honestly so shocked by that. I am just...wow. Wigs are flying. I couldn't do it without you all! I love you!

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