The Boy | Corbyn Besson WDW story

chapter 25

isabelle.

i didn't wanna think much about the talk, my babies due date is next week and so i have a lot to prepare for.

as i was about to get something to eat, Clary walks in with a bag in her hand. then she walks out and brings in 3 more then 4 more.

"uh Clary what is all this"

"what do you mean, they're your birthday presents."

"C, you know i don't celebrate my birthday. yay i made it another year, i don't need to celebrate that"

i walk over to Clary and give her a hug and thank her. But i'm still very hungry, so i make my way over to the kitchen. but as i do there is a knock at the door.

"YOU GET IT" i hear clary scream from her bedroom. "WHY ME?" "just open the DAMN DOOR ISABELLE"

i walk over to the door, and i look through the peep hole. and why am i not surprised.

"oh why won't you look who it is"

"corbyn in the house"

"and why are you here?"

"it's your birthday, duh."

"do you perhaps have food"

"no"

i then close the door as i wave him goodbye. i hear a knock not even 10 seconds after i close the door. i open it of course. "what do you want Besson"

"i have reservations for Spinellos tonight at 8 i will pick you up at 7. no 'if' 'buts' or 'why' about it. we're going, me and you."

"oka-"

"see ya then cutie"

and with that, he sprints down the stairs and into his car.

I know what this looks like. Isabelle you just agreed to a date on your birthday, with your cheating ex boyfriend. yes, i know but hear me out. i am nine months pregnant. with not one but two babies growing inside my uterus. i need all the free food i can get. and if that means a date with Corbyn then i guess i have a date with Corbyn.

now if you will excuse me i have some Chipotle to postmate and lots and lots of stuff to pack for when these two little humans decide it's time to leave my body.

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two hours later.

"isabelle you know how we're having babies, two of them, plural."

i look down at my belly then back at my phone. where i have corbyn helping me pack.

"no corbyn, i just think i've gain a shit ton of weight. YES I KNOW HOW WERE HAVING TO BABIES IDIOT"

"okay wow, someone's a little feisty"

"i'd be a little nicer if you would get your ass up off the couch and come help me pack for the hospital"

"on my way!"

a couple minutes after corbyn hangs up, i hear a loud bang come from the living room. me knowing that Clary wasn't supposed to be back from the store for another hour, i walk out to see what it is.

"uh can i help you"

i see a tall, kinda well built figure in my living room sitting on my couch.

"where is she?"

"who?"

"clary, where is she?"

"she's not he- wait, Jamie?"

He then proceeds to look at me. i can't believe it's him.

"what the hell are you doing here"

"i came to see-"

"bull shit. you left her heart broken and in pain. you know she tried to kill herself after you left."

"i left her for a good reason"

"going to see your mom? you really think Clary believed that? you're so full of shit. Clary knows your mom died two years before you guys even met. so where did you go Jamie, enlighten me."

" i was scared"

"scared of what ?" Clary says as she walks in.

"i- i don't know"

Clary then rolls up her sleeves and reveals something only i've heard of but never seen.
her scars.

"this is what happened when you left me, this is what it came to."

"Clary i-i'm sorry"

"yeah i know you are. that's all you said to me before you left. now when i say this i mean it from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head. leave, right now. and don't you ever come back. ever."

"i under-"

"no don't you even speak, just go."

Jamie leaves and right after the door shuts, Clary says something i thought i would never hear.

"i'm actually happy without him, is. i never thought it was possible but when i saw him i remembered how hurt i was them and how happy and glad with life i am now"

"i'm so happy for you C, i-i think y-y-you d-deser-"

"Is, isabelle what's wrong"

"clary something's not right. s-somethings not r-right"

i look down feeling something wet run down my leg.

blood.

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midterms kicked my ass.
sorry kitty girls, i've been really busy lately.
with softball and school.
oh boy.

that's all for now love ya.

-author