Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart ~ Randy

26: Bridge

A/N Didn't know what to call the chapter😂. I know this part of the story, with Randy being reunited, and Jack's indirect reappearance, seems very messy, but I know what I want the general ideas to be, but for some reason I'm struggling to get it out in a way that flows perfectly😂 Also, this first bit of the chapter isn't what I think about Andy, it's just part of the story xx

Andy's P.O.V

Three months later

I looked myself in the mirror, my face dropping slightly when I noticed the stretch marks on my thighs and stomach. Rye came up behind me, kissing my neck.

"What's wrong, mi amor?"

"My stretch marks," I replied sadly. "They look horrible."

"Andy, why do you have those stretch marks?" He asked.

"Because I'm pregnant," I replied, a little confused.

"And, what's inside of your stomach?"

"A baby. Our baby." I wasn't sure where he was going with this.

"Exactly. So, the marks aren't anything to be ashamed of. In fact, they show our love for each other, and our daughter is a physical symbol of that love, too. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

I nodded, kissing his lips. "My stomach is so big, now. I can barely walk," I laughed, feeling a dull pain in my lower back. Rye noticed, rubbing the pain away.

"Come on. I want to do something special."

Hand in hand, we went out to the car, and started driving. I wasn't sure where Rye was taking me, but I had full trust in him.

***

"Open your eyes," Rye whispered behind me. I opened my eyes slowly to see him holding a padlock, our initials engraved into it. AF-B + RB + AB

"Aliana Beaumont," I whispered. He nodded and we walked towards the bridge in front of us, padlocks covering each side of it.

"Here. We'll do it together."

We locked it together, and I kissed his cheek, a massive grin on my face.

"Excusez moi, c'est la France?" (Excuse me, is this France?)

"Non, tu es en Espagne," I replied, turning around. When I was younger, I'd had French lessons so was pretty fluent in it now.

I jumped, unable to believe what I was seeing. "Jack?!"

My eyes widened, unable to believe my best friend was stood before me. He looked horrible; him being away definitely showed.

"This is Jack?" Rye said, completely shocked.

"Andy," he said quietly.

"What the hell are you doing here, Jack? I thought you didn't want to see me again."

"No, Andy. I need you," Jack replied. I stood my ground, not knowing how to react. Rye scoffed, and I shook my head.

"If you need me, why didn't you grow some balls and come and find me instead of sending Sonny? Huh? Jack, you're my best friend. You know I'd always welcome you, no matter where I am."

"I... I couldn't."

"What, you couldn't be bothered to come to me? If you wanted to see me, why leave in the first place? Or were you too caught up in Harvey to remember me?" I asked angrily.

"No, please listen to me, Andy. Harvey, he..."

"He what?" Rye interrupted.

"Babe, stop. What did Harvey do, Jack?"

"He wouldn't let me see you. I had to escape from there."

"From where? Why do you need Andy?" Rye asked, getting angrier by the minute. I put my hand on his arm, and he calmed a little.

"I found out Harvey's in a mafia gang (A/N Totally didn't get this idea from Vanishaloveslarry lmao, sorry x). I got into some shit with them, and they're expecting me to pay. I obviously don't have anything so-"

"So, you came to us, wanting money," Rye nodded, staring daggers at the Irish boy in front of me.

"Rye, please! How much?"

"10,000," Jack replied, and Rye shot me a look.

"There's no way in fucking hell we're paying 10,000, Andy! Especially not for a fucking mafia gang," Rye growled, now looking at Jack. "You must be insane if you think we're paying."

"Rye, seriously. Wait here, Jack." I pulled Rye aside. "What if he stays with us? He'll be safer at the house. The gang won't find him here. And we'll just up the security."

Rye sighed, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "I don't know, Andy. What if it's a trap to target you? They're bound to know you know Jack, especially if that Harvey kid is in the gang."

"Hmm. What I don't get, though, is why he was speaking French? I mean, we're in Spain," Rye said, eyes narrowed.

"Jack, why on earth where you speaking French if we're in Spain right now?" I asked him, walking back over.

"I got told that we were flying from wherever we were in England, to France. Turns out, I wake up from the plane ride and we're in Spain."

"They know," Rye whispered sharply. "They're obviously trying to get to us."

"Have they said anything about me?"

Jack shrugged. What big help. "I've never mentioned you, obviously. I don't know if Harvey's said something, though. Fuck, what have I done?" Jack started panicking and I placed my hands on his arms, a move I knew would calm him and had done since we were young.

"Stop. We'll sort this," I said quietly, looking him in the eyes.

I heard Rye clear his throat and looked away from Jack, holding Rye's hand.

"Um, congratulations," Jack said quietly, and I could hear how hurt he was in his voice. "On the marriage."

"Yeah, thank you," Rye said, with a genuine smile. "Almost a year. It will be, next month."

"Andy... is something the matter?" Jack asked.

"What do you mean?"

"The way you're walking. And, you never dress like that."

He didn't even know I was pregnant?

"Jack..." I started, lifting my baggy shirt up. My best friend's eyes widened and he looked up, shocked.

"Is it possible?" I nodded.

"Eight months. It's a girl. We're going to call her Aliana." I took his hand and placed it on top, and for a split second he smiled.

Jack then sighed. "I'm such an idiot. I've missed so much of your life out, and because of my own jealousy. I'm so sorry, Fovvs. C-can you forgive me?"

"At the moment, no, Jack. And I can't trust you either, to be honest. Whilst that gang are still in contact with you, I have to be cautious."

Rye took my hand. "Come on. It's not safe here. For all we know, they could be watching us."

How I wished he'd been so wrong...