Shawn Mendes
I had to wrap it round my head that I was now a father. Of course it wasn't what I had planned, but now I had Frances I loved her and I wouldn't have it any other way. Though I was happy, I couldn't help but feel a slight weight on my chest. I wouldn't feel right going on tour or on holiday or partying. Not now. I had to be sensible and I had to be here for Frances and for Elara if ever she needed me. I wouldn't abandon her to do it on her own.
Yet she wasn't on her own.
She had Finn.
But Finn wasn't Frances' father. I was. Already he had a head start in gaining a bond with my daughter, but that wouldn't be the case now. Though she was only a baby, it was so important for me that I was there and spent time with her for her to get used to me. Not him.I was excited to pick up Elara and Frances. So excited that I set off an hour earlier than I said I would, just to get to them earlier. I couldn't stop my hand from tapping the steering wheel excitedly and my knee kept moving up and down. I had planned out the whole weekend last night and had set up my spare room as a room for Frances and Elara to stay in. I had spent the whole day buying little toys for her, a pram and a cot, along with all the necessities.
I had seen plenty of photographers and I knew that I would be all over social media in the morning but I didn't care. It was all for Frances.As I got to the university I parked up the car and ran up to the room that Elara told me she was in. I knocked on the door and an exhausted Elara opened the door. Her hair barely in her hairband, dressed in a baggy T-shirt and no trousers.
"What." She groaned and I couldn't help but smile.
"I know I'm an hour early. I just couldn't wait to see her." I smiled and she slapped a hand against her forehead.
"Oh shit we're at yours this weekend. I'm sorry it slipped my mind. Come in. I'm really not ready." She sighed and opened the door further.
I looked around but couldn't see Frances.
"Erm. Wheres the baby?" I said and Elara clambered onto the bed and slightly moved a pillow to reveal a sleeping Frances.
"I know she's not meant to be in the bed with me while I sleep but she wouldn't stop crying." Elara said and I nodded.
"Go get in the shower and relax a moment. I'll watch her." I smiled and put my hand on her shoulder.
"If she wakes up and makes a fuss just shout me ok?" She said and walked off to the bathroom.I slid myself gently onto the bed and just stared at Frances who remained fast asleep. She didn't move an inch or make a fuss until the sound of the shower stopped and the room was silent. She stretched her arms and legs and as she opened her eyes, the crying began.
Quickly, I scooped her up into my arms and rose to my feet, rocking her back and forth, I shushed her gently and ran my little finger lightly from her forehead to her nose over and over again. I was surprised at how much that seemed to soothe her as her crying came to a stop and was replaced my small gurgles.
"What happened?" Elara said as she burst in from the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
"Everything's fine." I smiled, moving Frances so she was against my chest.
Just as I finished the sentence, I heard a small burp followed by the feeling of liquid on my back. I turned my back to Elara who sniggered.
"Oops" she said and I sighed holding the now smiling baby infront of me.
"Great. Thank you." I said, and I couldn't help but smile as my eyes flickered from Frances to Elara. Looking at Elara, who had a wide smile on her face, my breath hitched slightly at how beautiful I thought she looked even when exhausted."Oh. Erm. I have this." She said moving past me and digging around in her draw. She pulled out a large black hoodie and I gladly took it from her.
"Thank you." I smiled.
"Well it is yours." She said and I looked at the hoodie again and realised it was mine.
"You kept it?"
"Of course I did. I wasn't going to throw it away. I guess I could have sold it but." She grinned and I shook my head, taking off the shirt I had on. I heard her clear her throat as she turned away and I shook my head with a small smile.
I couldn't ignore that feeling rising in my chest. It took me back to the week we had spent together so long ago and made me realise how happy I had been with her. It made me think that there was hope that we could be a family together.
A proper family.
Just us three.
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His Fling, My Forever
FanfictionI was 19. He was 22. It was meant to be a fling. But it turned out to be much more. After all, a fling is temporary , a baby is forever.