The Worst Of Luck

chapter thirty

Luck was not on our side, I guess it never really has been.
Aidan's chemo was still not working, it had been a week and a half since Dr. Davids had told me Aidan would have two weeks left. My anxiety was through the roof every breathing moment approaching the two week marker.

Vincent had been around quiet often, knowing that Aidan most likely did not have much that time left. I chose not to engage with him for long periods of time, on top of everything, I did not need to fight with him.

I sat quietly beside his bed, holding his hand as i watched him sleep peacefully. The medicine had taken a toll on him, he was pale and brittle, not the vibrant, energetic boy I knew and loved so very much. And the only thing I could think about was, how did we get here? How did our entire lives change so quickly?

Questions I only wish I had the answers too. Life is unfair, plain and simple. But it doesn't change the unbearable pain of loosing your loved ones. Of wondering why, out of every single person in this world, it had to be someone close to you.

"How is he?" I heard a deep voice say, I didn't need to turn to see that it was Vincent. I hated seeing him, he made me feel weaker. And I couldn't be weak, not now. He made me vulnerable.

"He's okay, I guess. The nausea from his medicine has finally subsided," I sighed, thinking back to the painful memory of watching Aidan in pain. I hated seeing him sick, he was so young, he deserves so much better. It just wasn't fair. "Are you okay?" He asked, looking at me with a concerned look in his eyes. He didn't have the right to ask me that, not after everything. He didn't have the right to be concerned about me. "I'm fine," I mumbled, shifting in my seat as it became to feel claustrophobic in the room with his unwanted attention. "Look, i don't want to talk about this, but if Aidan doesn't make it, you're welcome to stay here. This is your pack too," Vincent said, sitting down on the end of Aidan's bed, a few feet from me. As if he thought I'd stay here, if Aidan doesn't pull through, I'm leaving. And I'm never coming back.

"I appreciate the offer, but if I loose my son, I'm loosing everything I have left. And I just don't think I have it in me to be around you, not on top of it all." I said, watching his eyes twinge with disappointment. I don't know why he was upset, I gave him another chance, after everything. And he let me down again.

"I understand," he sighed, running his hand through his thick, black hair.

"You know, Aidan was my saviour," I smiled softly, looking at the beautiful boy who slept peacefully. "I was terrified to have him. He was a reminder of you, and I didn't know if I could handle that. If my wolf could handle that. On top of that, I was a kid myself, I could barley take care of myself let alone another human being. But after I had, after I held him in my arms, everything felt so natural. The day he was born, he healed a part of me I never thought would heal." I said, a tears running down my cheek at the reminder of that day.

I looked up at Vincent, to see him looking at Aidan as if he was the most important thing to him. I felt horrible that he barely knew his son, his amazing, kind, energetic son. And in a way, that was my fault. I could've told him I was pregnant, allowed him the opportunity to have a relationship with his son. I was selfish to be upset when I got four amazing years with this boy, and Vincent had only gotten a few months.

I struggled to find a way to apologize, because he chose to reject me, he hurt me in more ways then my past has ever hurt me. But I robbed him the opportunity to know his son, before it was like this. Before he had to get to know him in a hospital room, hooked up to machines.

"Vincent," I said quietly, watching his eyes shift from Aidan to meet my gaze. My lips quivered as I searched for the right words, "I'm so sorry, that I didn't tell you I was pregnant when I first found out. That I took the opportunity of you getting to know your son in somewhere other then a hospital room away from you," I rambled as stray tears ran down my cheeks. I hadn't planned on ever apologizing to him for that, but i guess things aren't what they used to be.

Vincent's eyes softened as he reached over and brushed my tears away, "I don't blame you, I rejected you after I used you. I was a complete idiot, and I took the opportunity of knowing my son away from myself. And I will always blame myself for that. If I had maybe done things differently, I would've gotten four years rather then a few months. But do not blame yourself for that, it's not your fault I did what I did." He sighed, his lips slightly frowning as his eyes displayed so many foreign emotions that I had never seen him have before.

"Nothing changes the fact that i could've told you, that I should've told you. And I'm sorry for that," I said, as my emotions were wrecking havoc inside of me. I felt like such a horrible person, for robbing both my child and my mate the opportunity of knowing each other.

And now Aidan could possibly pass away with barely knowing his father. And that was on me.

Vincent must've noticed my distressed state, as he cupped my face, sparks tingling the skin in his grasp, and forcing me to meet his gaze. "We can't change the past, but we can make the present right. I consider myself blessed for getting to know Aidan, even if it was for a few months." He smiled softly, watching my tears run down my face as my emotions were finally getting the best of me.

After weeks of fighting them off and staying strong, whatever emotional barrier I had set up was crumbling to pieces and I felt completely broken.

Tears began to stream down my face, as my body shook with pain from my hyperventilating state. Vincent pulled me into his arms, and I complied. Clinging onto him for some sort of comfort as I completely fell apart.

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DISCLAIMER! So because I've been writing this story for quite some time now, I kind of forget what age I started with for Aidan, and i apologize for the confusion. I'm going to make him 4, and fix the edits.
Another thing is that things have been hectic and I'm really going to start trying to update more often as I have more spare time with lockdown going on.
Anyway, It's embarrassing to say butttttt I've been writing this story for two years now 🤭and that is because kind of hate the plot of this story now, so every time I write I hit a plateau because I never know what direction to take the story in so If anyone has any ideas PLEASE share them with me, if not I'll come up with something but I want to make sure it's good so bare with me 🥺🥺
THANK YOU!!!