The Boy | Corbyn Besson WDW story

chapter 24

isabelle.

the next couple of weeks after what happened with corbyn were kinda crazy. everyday i would wake up to a voicemail or a snapchat from him. and not long after i woke up i would get the mail and see letters addressed to me from corbyn.

i will admit this, i miss him a lot.

our relationship never worked, we were doomed to fail. when we argued it was over the smallest things, and frankly i was over it.

so, i packed my things and went my separate way, leaving corbyn heartbroken and pretty much broke money wise.

today was a pretty typical day, i woke up. i opened the snap and listened to the voicemail and went to the mailbox to get my letter. i went back upstairs and sat on my couch watching a show on netflix when i hear the doorbell ring.

i ran and got the door, and didn't ask Clary to do it cause i was already dressed.

once i got to the door i was expecting the mailman with a package or something. but i was definitely wrong. it was Corbyn, dressed in a suit and tie with a rose in his hand.

i could tell he was doing better, for one he smelled like the old cologne he used to wear. and he also died his hair and his breath had lost the smell of alcohol.

"well someone's going somewhere fancy, where you off to Besson?"

"well we're off to go on a date"

"no, you must have the wrong isabelle"

"no i definitely have the correct one, Isabelle Marie Ross, born on August 11th, favorite color is orange, favorite flower is a white rose, and is carrying our baby girl and could give birth as. we. speak."

"so you do have the wrong isabelle, good it's settled, gotta go"

as i tried to shut the door i could feel something forcefully holding it open.

"corbyn please just go"

"not until i get my date"

"you know what? you definitely have no idea how much i hate you do you?"

"no i definitely do know and it's quite a lot which hurts but.. points for trying?"

just then i did something i swore i would never do again... i went on another date with Corbyn Besson.

thats not even the worst part, the worst part is that i had fun and i missed this.

we arrived home after we went out to Bucca Di Beppo, an italian restaurant. we also went mini golfing, then took a long walk on the beach. where we talked about everything... the cheating, the fighting, the cancer, and .. the baby.

the talk:
"why did you do what you did Corbyn, why did you risk losing me and your child?"

"i told you Isabelle, it was a mistake i would never do anything to potentially lose you and our beautiful baby girl"

"but you did, you also didn't answer the question so.. why?"

"cause i was confused"

"you were confused ? about what?"

"about us. we barely talked when we were together, the only things i remember hearing coming out of your mouth were goodnight and i'll see you after work. it was the same thing everyday isabelle. i could feel us slipping away, and i didn't wanna believe it but i did. so i called Alexia and- well you know. maybe if you didn't work so much things would be different"

"no corbyn, don't you dare flip this on me. don't. you. dare. ever flip this on me. i was the one making the money i was the one who put a roof over our heads, i provided for our little girl as much as i could. even if it meant not kissing you or holding you or- or even talking to you for a couple of days."

"how were we ever supposed to make it Isabelle? how? through hope-"

"yes" i cut him off

"i had hope izzy, i had so much hope for us. but the more and more you were away, the more it faded"

"communication?"

"what?"

"communication corbyn, that's what broke us ? that's what made you cheat on me. that's what pulled us apart"

"yes, maybe if we could start over-"

"we can't Corb, i cant be with someone that i'm afraid that every time they're not home, they're off with some girl, or they're off getting drunk"

"izzy, you don't understand do you?"

"no i understand one hundred percent, i understand that every time you weren't home, you were off with Alex, having fun. but every time i wasnt home i was off working"

there was silence, all we could hear was the birds chirping and the waves crashing on the shore as the sun set on the horizon.

"we're different then we were two years ago in the hospital Corbyn, there's no more holding hands and walking through the hallways, there is no more having you by my side holding my hand every time i woke up from a surgery. the only thing we have left is the memories from when we did work."

"we still work isabelle"

"no we don't"

"yes we do, you just don't see it anymore"

"i see it, and what i see is heartbreak over and over and over again, i don't see an end to it"

suddenly i felt something i've missed so much, his lips on mine. the spark was still there, the butterflies in my stomach and the aching feeling in my chest. the desire to kiss him longer when he pulled away.

"i miss this, i miss us so please please come home isabelle. please"

"corbyn i- i don't know"

"did you feel what i did during that kiss, the sparks are still there iz. we are still us."

"corby-"

"isabelle you're carrying our child. actually, you wanna know where i see us in a few years. i see me working, you a stay at home mom. we would have a townhome in a nice neighborhood. a little girl running around the house as she's being chased by her father, while you're cooking dinner smiling at what you see.
me coming behind you and tasting the food and you playfully swatting my hand away. i see us, the perfect family. so happy and us, so in love. i don't wanna lose that"

"i'll come home"

i could see the smile on his face.

"but not yet"

not just yet, but soon.

________________________________heya guys!
so i'm lowkey like really happy with how this chapter turned out, anddddd yeah.
this story is DEFINITELY gonna have A LOt more chapter so be ready
cause i'm on a writing spree.
TBC;)
-author:)