emma's pov.
Why does he always say that? I will never know.
We can meet at awkward times like this, not talking to each other for a whole week, and he'll still say it.
He lets himself in, not surprised from my taken-aback reaction. I close the door behind me and walk to the kitchen, him following behind me.
"Want some?" I ask referring the coffee I grabbed from the table.
He shakes his head.
I sit down at the chair, him mirroring my action.
"Emma, I know we've had a rough pat couple of days. I feel shitty for what I said. I didn't let you talk and just ignored you and blamed everything on you. I was just frustrated with news like that. I just needed to fix that issue first. I called Kristina and told her to test DNA for the baby to see if it's really mine. The results should come in a couple of days, and when they do, I can prove to you that the baby is not mine." He explains.
"Why?" I ask, setting my coffee down.
"Why what?"
"Why do you want to prove to me that the baby is not yours? You still think I'm cheating on you even after we had a whole conversation that I didn't. So why do you want to prove anything to me?" I ramble.
"I know the things that I said in the car were harsh, and there's nothing to makeup for it. It was wrong and rude, but I was angry in the moment. I know that's no excuse for it. I'm sorry, Emma. I really am. I just wanna fix this. Relationship or not, I just want to be friends. I miss you. I really do. I just want to be on good terms again." His eyes hold sympathy, and he looks hurt. I want to forget about all of this and just kiss his plump lips. But I can't. I keep telling myself I can't, even though I can. I'm stopping my wants just because I need time.
"I miss you too. And I also want us to be on good terms again. But when someone is angry, they say things they think and mean the most. And you still think I cheated, and I don't need to keep telling you I didn't and try to beg. I know what I did and what I didn't. I keep telling you I think I need time. We are most friends. I love you, I always have. But it's gonna take times for things to go back to the way they were." I let out all my feelings. I just want to be honest from now on. Honest to him, and myself.
"What do you mean by that?" He asks.
"I mean that it's gonna take time to be comfortable around you again, or hang out again because fans speculate things. It's gonna take time for me to get used to it." I explain.
He nods his head "I understand what you mean. For sure, I don't blame you. Honestly I think it might take me time too, as much as I hate to admit it."
I smile, glad that he understands and that we can finally settle on a simple agreement.
I hold out my hand for him, resting it on the table "Friends?"
He looks at my hand, back at me, then back at my hand. He finally reaches out and shakes it, holding it, giving my body that warmth i get back when he touches me.
"Friends."
