If We're A Fairytale (Completed)

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Nate's POV

Staring at the reflection on the mirror in front of me, the earlier argument with Jane flooded my mind and I felt the very familiar pang of guilt spreading in my chest. I was so stupid, I didn't know what got into me to say those stupid words to her, I didn't think that lowly about her, the truth was I really adore her, all of her. I just had this sudden feeling of unjust anger when she mentioned Connor's name... Maybe I was jealous. I was because she called him first instead of me, like I was only the second choice— a rebound, when it should have been me she's running to when it comes to our daughter and not some other guy.

My daughter.

She was and would always be, not because I was not present the whole past six years of her life means that I didn't have equal rights with her and it didn't make me less of a father. I am still her father and I love her as much as Jane does. I know I was lacking and until now I was a complete stranger to her, a trespasser from her life. Maybe that was the other reason I was jealous of Connor, because he was given the chance to see her first smile, he was able to hear her first giggle and her first words. I was so envious. I wanted to witness those moments, I wanted to be the first person she would see the first time she opened her eyes and everyday when she would wake up from her sleep. I wanted to be the real father I should have been, but I was never given the chance to.

I suppressed the sigh trying to escape my lips for the hundredth time since yesterday and went out of the bathroom. I made my way to the guest room and halted when my gaze landed on the door adjacent to mine. She must be there with my daughter, talking how shitty I acted and what a jerk I was. I know and wouldn't stop her from saying those because she's right; I'm a jerk and a shitty excuse of a man.

This time, the sigh released itself succesfully, I shook my head lightly in dismay and went inside, closing the door behind me. I lifted my head too find myself eye to eye with Amy. She was sitting at the edge of the bed with her legs crossed and her arms folded on her chest.

"That was low. You should have thought of your words before saying it aloud. She was hurt." She stated sternly, as if I needed her to tell me what a jerk I was. I rolled my eyes and walked past her to hang the towel I was carrying at the back of the chair just a few steps away from the bed where she was seated.

"You don't have to tell me that." I said before turning to her. She rolled her eyes, she never changed, I thought.

"Oh really?" she snorted and I let out a sigh, ignoring her mockery and sat on the chair across her. "I presume you're here to tell me something..." I started and her shoulders slumped and she looked at me warily. I was thinking that maybe it wasn't good news after all.

"I just want to ask you something..." she said looking away from my gaze. I nodded my head prompting her to continue, she glanced at me and squared her shoulders, confidence back from her stance.

"Do you still love her?" She asked bluntly and I was taken off guard by her sudden question. It made me ponder.

I would be lying if I say no, because my heart was screaming at me to hold her so badly that it was insane. Of course I was, which person in his right mind would allow himself to fall in love all over again to the woman who made him felt what hell was just by saying good bye?

"I don't know." I shrugged, trying to look uninterested but my mind was running again with the possibilities that maybe the feelings were mutual. What a joke, if it was, we should have been snuggling at the bed right now, not trying to rip each other's heads off.