Cold Hearted

•Daddies Girl•

{•Unedited•}
~Ida's POV~

Hanging up my jacket on the coatrack, I notice the sound of soft snores. Turning around, I see Santi sitting asleep in the couch with his arms around Bex, her cuddled into his side. Her hair covers her face, arms loose around him. I smile over at them, happy that at least like this he can be comfortable enough to show affection towards her.
Although it's been eight years, he still hasn't gotten over his fear of something happening to Bexley because of his job. Last year he tried getting out of the gang, but decided to stay when no one would hire him because of his record; plus, he makes way more doing what he does than working an average job.
He tries his best to be here for her, but he keeps her at a good distance. I worry for their relationship when she gets older. She's such a daddies girl that when she's older she's going to think the worse of him. Walking over, I try to be as quiet as possible but he's the lightest sleeper in the world.
"Sorry," I whisper when his eyes open. He sighs, repositioning his arms around Bex. A smile forms on my face as he does so. "She has to get in bed."
"She's fine right here," he mumbles, eyes closing again. She shifts a little, arms tightening around him.
"You have to get in bed too," I tell him. He shakes his head, opening his eyes again to look at me.
"We're fine right here," he says, voice scratchy from sleep. I know what he's trying to tell me without actually saying it, which leaves me no choice but to let them stay on the couch. He's being the father he wants to be, the one that falls asleep on the couch with their daughter and won't get up simply because they're comfortable.
"You know she won't remember this because she's asleep," I tell him. He sighs, nodding sadly. I've tried explaining to him that he can be the best father to her and do things like this all the time if he wants because she's going to be okay, but he still has that heavy fear.
"I will though."
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~Santi's POV~

"Is mom home?" Bex asks, walking into the living room with her sketch book in hand. Her dark brown curls fall to her shoulders and back. She looks a lot more like me than she does Ida, but has more of her personality. My genes shine through she's getting herself into trouble, which is more often than you'd think.
"Nope," I say, turning the coffee pot on. She frowns, turning around and starting back towards her room. "What'd you draw?" I ask. As much as I hate to say it, I don't talk much to her or spend a lot of time with her. I can tell she notices it, but doesn't ever mention it. One day I'll have to explain myself and hopefully she'll understand.
    She shyly hands me the book, the page showing a drawing of mountains. "This is super good," I tell her. She gives me a small smile, taking her book back. "Grandma teaching you how to draw?" She nods, not saying anything before heading towards her room. I turn back to the coffee pot, trying to decide if I went about that the right way.
     A loud crash sound catches my attention. "Bex?" I call out. Getting no response, I start towards her room. Opening the door, she's laying in a weird position at the foot of her bed. My heart start to beat fast in my chest as I kneel down next to her. Gently slapping her cheek a few times she groans but doesn't fully wake up. Picking her up, I lay her down on her bed, soothing out her hair.
     Her eyes peel open, her face showing a clearly confused expression. "What happened?" I ask. She shrugs, trying to sit up but I push her back down by her shoulder. "Did you trip on something?" Looking down at her floor it's spotless from when her and Ida cleaned in here last night. "How do you feel?"
    "Sick," she mumbles, trying to get up again. This time I let her, wanting to know what she's trying to do. Once up she makes a run for the bathroom. This just has to happen on all days that Ida isn't home and I am.
     I walk to the bathroom to make sure she's okay and didn't pass out again. I bend down and rub her small back, noticing the tears running down her face. "It's okay," I tell her. Once she finishes she gets up and starts brushing her teeth. "When you're done, I'll take you to the doctor."
    She shakes her head violently, eyes wide. I forgot that she hates doctors. "Your mom is working right now, maybe you can see her if you go." Despite her shaking hands she nods, wiping her eyes.
     •••••••
         
       "You can't come in," the nurse tells me. I stop in my tracks, my eyes following the doctor wheeling Bex. "You can stand outside of the room, but you can't come inside." Knowing she's just doing her job, I try staying as calm as possible. She continues walking ahead of me. I lean against the wall that faces the door to the MRI room.
      I hate hospitals so much; so much bad has happened when I'm at one. If I could I would barge into that room. How am I supposed to know what's going on? What if something ends up being seriously wrong with her? People don't just pass out because they're body says "Hey, pass out".
      "Hey," someone says walking my way. Looking to the side, Castel stops next to me. "You said you were at the hospital, so I-"
    "Decided to put your nose where it doesn't belong?" He nods with a shrug. "I got it, you need me to go out in a job, but you have to understand that I don't want to leave her when she's like this. Ida still isn't off work, so I'm the only one who can stay with Bex."
    "Ida literally works in the here," he says. I glare at him. "And you can call Don to come here if you want. She's going to be okay."
   "She passed out," I tell him with wide eyes. "She didn't just throw up or something simple like that, she passed out. What if something is seriously wrong?"
    "She's okay," Castel tells me, pushing me down to sit down. I run my hands over my face. "It's hot, it's probably just because of the heat."
    "I pray it is something simple like that," I say. "There's no one else who can go out tonight?" He shakes his head.
    "Everyone is on something, even I'm going out. If I could get someone else to go I would." I nod, getting up.
   "If this isn't a fast job I'm beating your ass."
    ••••••
       
       "You're already done?" Ida asks as I come into Bex's hospital room. Bex lays asleep on her back, head in an uncomfortable position. "Everything came back good in the scans, but she's very sick and was dehydrated. They're keeping her over night, but with some medicine she should be back to normal in about two weeks."
     "Two weeks? Why that long?" I ask, ignoring my heartbeat in my ears. Ida gets up from the chair and makes her way over to me. She wraps her arms around my neck, making me bend down just a little bit. I place my arms around her waist, my shoulders slumping.
     "That's about the average time it takes for someone to fully feel better," she tells me. "It's not that long." A soft knock on the door makes me remember this is supposed to a quick in and out thing. "Whose that?"
      "Junior," I tell her. "I have to leave again. You'll call me if something happens?"
     "Of course."

    AN: I know this ending kind of sucks, but I had no idea how to end it. The second chapter of Wanted will be up in a few hours so make sure to add it to your library or story lists to get the update! I really I hope you guys enjoyed this story!
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