I cooked breakfast as my two year old son watched out the window, waiting for his father to come home. Brandon has been gone since 5:00 pm yesterday. I know he's not at the studio because he has been out this late before. It happens quite frequently. And everytime, he always comes home drunk with hickeys on his neck. I know he's cheating and I know I should leave him. I just can't. Niall loves his father so much. I can't take Brandon out of his life like that. Sometimes I wish I never would've left Nick. At the time, it seemed like the best idea.
I saw the hurt on Nick's face when I left. I felt so bad for doing it but Brandon made me feel like I was better off with him. As I was putting out food on the table, I heard Niall yell out to me "Mommy, Daddy's home!" He said happily. I looked at him and smiled at his joy. My smile quickly faded as I saw a girl get out of the driver's seat. They walked up the porch and opened the front door. The girl was helping him in the house. Niall ran up to Brandon and tried to hug him but was pushed off by him. Niall fell to the floor, looking extremely hurt, like he was gonna cry.
I ran and picked him up. He started to cry. "Shhhh. Don't cry baby. Daddy didn't mean to hurt you. " I walked and sat him at the table. He calmed down when he saw the pancakes I had made for him. I walked to the living room that was connected to the foyer. I saw Brandon and the mysterious blonde making out on the couch making out. My eyes started to fill with tears but I held them back. I loudly cleared my throat and they look up at me. The girl gave me an annoyed look and I just flipped her off. Then my eyes went to Brandon. We have been married for a year and a half and he doesn't even see to care.
I looked at him in disgust and shook my head. "Get out." I said quietly while pointing to the door. "I said. Get. Out." I said sternly, yet still quietly. He pushed the giel off his lap and walked up to me. "Baby please let me stay." He put his hand on my cheek but I smacked it away and turned the opposite direction. I pulled myself together and turned back to face him. "Brandon, you fuck a different woman every single day when you could be at home spending time with your wife and son. The only reason that you're still here is because Niall needs a father and he absolutely adores you."
I felt myself starting to cry again but I held it back. "I'm now starting to regret the choice I made by letting you stay the first time. I'm not going to let you continue to hurt me. And I'm especially not gonna let you continuously hurt your child just because you can't keep your dick in your pants. So I'm gonna say this once. You and your little blonde bitch better get the fuck out of my house now. Don't ever contact me again. And don't ever try to be a father to Niall because you don't deserve him." Brandon looked in my eyes, searching for the slightest bit of hope that I would let him stay.
He found nothing. As he and his bitch walked out the door, I slowly made my way to the kitchen. An endless stream of tears fell down my face. I stopped in the middle of the hallway and slid down the wall crying. Niall came and found me. "Mommy, are you ok?" He said. I could sense the sadness in his voice from seeing me cry. I wiped my tears amd pulled him close to my. I hugged him tightly. "Yeah. I'm ok baby. We're gonna be ok." After sitting there for a solid 5 minutes, I stood up and walked Niall to his room. I put on a smile and packed a bag for him. With all his clothes, favorite toys, and games.
"Guess what!" I turn to him trying to get him excited. "What?" He said with the slightest bit of enthusiasm. "You're going to spend the weekend at Uncle Eddie's house!" I say pretending to be happy. "YAYYY!" He says. I grab his bag and put it in the trunk. I buckled him into his carseat and drove to Edwin's house. I got out with Niall and grabbed his bag. We walked up to the door. I knocked and Edwin answered. "Hey Gill" he said. "Hey Ed. Could you please watch Niall this weekend. Something's come up a-and I-I need someone t-to watch him." I began to choke on my words as I started to cry. "Why? What happened? Are you ok?" He asked. "I'll explain everything later just please watch him." He nodded and took Niall into the house with him.
I walked out to my car and sat in the driver's seat. I drove home and pulled up in my driveway. As soon as I parked, I broke down in tears. I sat there for half an hour, crying and thinking about what I could've possibly done wrong. I walked in the house, went upstairs, and changed into a big t-shirt and some shorts. I grabbed my phone and stared at a number. A number that I haven't called in ages. I hit the call button and put the phone tonmy ear. It rang a few times and then someone answered. "Hello?" His voice was calm and soothing. "Nick?" I said.
"Gillian?" He responded. I started to cry and he could hear it. "Hey are you okay?" He asked. "No Nick. I'm not okay at all. Come over? Please?" I asked, still crying. "I......I'm on my way" I could hear the hesitation in his voice but I really needed him. I waited in my room and a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to reveal Nick. I immediately broke down in his arms and he held me while I cried.
We walked to the couch. Layed my head and his lap and rambled on and on about the whole Brandon story. I could feel him tensing up. I figured he didn't wanna hear about my problems with the guy I left him for but he didn't say anything. He just rand his fingers through my hair and listened. "So yeah. I'm a complete and total fuck up." I said. "I left you and had a kid with a dirt bag. Now my precious Niall doesn't have a father and it breaks my heart." I sat up a little and hugged Nick. He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back.
"Gillian, I love you. I never stopped loving you. I will be whatever you need. I'll be a friend, more than a friend, a shoulder to cry on, and father to Niall, whatever you need. Because unlike my bitch ass former bestfriend, I'm still here. And I will always be here." He hugged he closer. Those words are a I needed to hear.
1 YEAR LATER
"Babe, hurry up! We're gonna be late for his first day of school." Today Nick and I were seeing Niall of to his first day of school. Niall hasn't seen Brandon since that day that he came home with a girl and I'm glad for that. I'll admit, I was sad that my baby was growing up so fast. But I was also a proud mama. We got in the car and Nick drove. I was nervous so Nick put a reassuring hand on my thigh. We arrived at the school and walked Niall in. I gave him all the hugs and kisses in the world. He walked into his class full of energy. We sat there for a second making sure he got settled ok.
He ran back out to us and gave each of us a big hug. "Bye mommy! Bye Daddy!" He said. That's the first time his called Nick his dad. I was so happy and Nick was too. We walked to the car and drove home. I'm really happy I got back with him because no matter what, he's always here.
