Adore Delano x Reader

Part 15

What if you found out Danny hadn't been completely honest with you around the same time he finds out you were pregnant with Oliver? Alternate to 14! Get the tissues kids...

"How could she..?," You found yourself asking...well, yourself, when Danny broke the news to you that she hadn't cheated again, oh no, but she had started old habits again...only to sleep with someone else a week after. "What the hell?!" You shrieked. Danny just looked at the floor. "Danny, I thought I could trust you...I guess not. You know what isn't making this any easier a pill to swallow? I'm pregnant, as a result of faithfulness to you. Take fucking notes." You spat harshly. "Y/N...hon, I can explain. I can quit again-I-I'll..." You cut her off with a total death glare, which, as always, got her to be quiet. "Save your breath. I'm done with this bullshit!" You screamed on the verge of tears. A tense hour of breaking it to Lucas and getting him and his sisters ready to go, Danny grabbed you by the wrist, and you pulled away sharply. "You wrote a song of the same title, Dan. What part of Save Your Breath do you not understand?" You huffed. "Please...Y/N please don't go...I won't do it again-cheat, smoke, drink. I promise..." she sobbed shakily. "You said that once before. How am I supposed to believe you ever meant it if you have to say it again?" You asked, fiddling with your wedding ring. "Y/N..." Danny said, noticing you were about to take it off. "Don't." You sighed, taking it off and putting it on an end table as you left, Diana and Amelia in your arms. You called your sister in tears from the car, having no idea how to articulate anything, where you were even going, or what you were going to do. You just wanted to sit in your car and be sad. Fortunately, Lucas was there to distract you and make you laugh. Eventually, a few hours passed and you started to consider going back in, before a car you didn't recognize parked next to yours. You did, however, recognize who stepped out of it. Your sister came through for you, of course, and sent your adoptive mother in an uber. You knew you probably shouldn't drive, so, you loaded your stuff and your kids into the uber, texted your sister a quick thank you, and passed the fuck out. You woke up at your adoptive parents' house with your adoptive father unloading your stuff from the trunk and you went inside to find your adoptive mother sitting with your kids, trying to distract them with snacks and a movie before she got up to hug you. You stayed there for a substantial part of your pregnancy, beginning to work bartending at night. Unfortunately, this meant being at a bar where your...I'm just going to say "it's complicated"...performed semi-regularly. You usually got away from her, but eventually, the second trimester comes for everyone and mobility, along with seeing one's feet, one's previous center of gravity, and a general sense of comprehension all become things of the past. All this was in fact to say that you weren't looking where you were going, tripped on nothing, and Adore caught you. You didn't know what to say. She just looked happy that you weren't injured. You were thinking about interrupting the silence, as well as how you would go about doing so before Adore beat you to the punch. "Y/N? I wanna talk about something..." Adore started, sniffing, as if to stifle a sob. "Go ahead then." You said cooly and calmly, despite feeling the exact opposite. "I love you. Too much not have you in my life at all. Whatever happens, Y/N I'll always love you." She said. It was, theoretically, simple, but really, you had to think about what to say next. You eventually came to the conclusion, and responded, "I'll always love you...but I can't trust you to not fuck it up again...at least not right now." You struggled to say as you looked at Adore, who only bit her lip. "I'll still need some time until I know what I want to do, but right now? I think I just want to be friends. I need you, too Dan. So do the kids." You smiled, hugging Adore as you came out from behind the bar. Months went by and Danny was seeing you and the kids whenever she could. Later the same month, your son, Oliver was born. With your son's arrival, you had (almost) instantly made your mind up. One visit was coming to a close, and you were picking Lucas and the twins up, accompanied by a two-month-old Oliver, who was preoccupied with his teething toy. You were a bit late, on account of the little one experiencing all the "joys" that come with cutting your first teeth. You didn't have to explain anything to Danny. She looked at you, the bags under your eyes, the teething ring your son was furiously gumming on and offered to take him within seconds. She was nearly a different person as a parent- unusually sharp, incredibly protective, and capable of softening in seconds whenever the kids were involved. Oliver had taken to her the quickest of all of the kids (at his age, anyway), so he was happy to drape himself over her shoulder and continue gumming on his teething ring. Danny took your hand and you followed her to go inside, being met with Lucas, who showed you a picture he drew, Amelia, who wanted to be picked up, and Diana, who was chewing on a crayon and more focused on Ollie, as the family had taken to calling him, than you. Until you had to pick Amelia up, less she commit terrorism, your hand didn't unlock from Danny's. It was only when it had to that you noticed she slipped your wedding ring back on. You glanced over your shoulder, seeing that she was currently holding Ollie at Diana's level while she stroked his head and gave him kisses and the infant giggled while holding a drool-soaked teething ring. Yeah. You knew that this was where you were meant to be.