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Chapter 6.

Everything was great.

In fact everything was more than great. I woke up in the morning and I was greeted by Scott looking at me with a smile. He placed a warm gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Good morning baby, how are you feeling?" He said voice deeper than usual. It made me shiver, in a good way.

"I'm sore." I crocked out.

He nodded in understanding then got off the bed. I frowned in confusion as to where he was going but my question was answered when I heard him turn on the water in the bathroom. After a few minutes he came and helped me out of bed. We walked in the bathroom and I saw my tub filled with water and bubbles. I smiled at him, he simply pecked my lips before lowering me in the water. My body instantly relaxed. The temperature was perfect. He got in behind me.

"How's the water?" He asked as I positioned myself between his legs.

"It's perfectly fine."

He hummed then proceeded to wash my hair massaging my scalp. I felt so good I was moaning a little. He washed my body gently as if I was going to break, which was ridiculous because I was bigger than him, but I let him because I really liked it. Then he washed himself. We got out of the tub and dried off and changed into black sweats and a grey t. He borrowed my one of my sweatpants and decided to stay shirtless.

He layed me down on the couch and sat with me. I rested my head on his lap and turned on the TV.

"You want breakfast?" He asked scrolling through his phone. I simply nodded. He got quiet. After a few minutes I heard the doorbell. He got up and opened it. I saw Evans standing there with a brown bag and a small white paper bag. He handed the items over to Scott. He casually greeted me and spoke in hushed tones for a while before leaving.

Scott applied some ointment on my sore hole gently. The kissed me when done. He washed his hands and served me breakfast. We ate and talked getting to know eachother.

He told me how he was an only child and his parents traveled a lot so at some point he got bored and moved in with his uncle. He helps with his uncles company the place I saw him enter the other day. And he. Told me that Evans was practically his best friend and was hired by his uncle to help him out with things he need and to protect him but he mostly just consults him in business.

Our conversation was cut short by the doorbell again. He offered to get it but I just told him I was feeling okay enough to move around he pouted and I just kissed his cheek before chuckling and making my way a bit slower to the door. He's so cute. I opened the door and my day was officially ruined.

"What do you want?" I growled at Dylan standing at my front door sheepishly.

"I just want to talk." He said pushing past me and walking in like he owned the place. I rolled my eyes.

I turned to see him stopped on his tracks looking at a shirtless Scott sitting like he belonged here. I smirked and went to sit beside him.

"Sorry I didn't know you had company." Dylan said glaring at Scott. Really.

"I do," I said dryly, "what did you want to talk about?"

He looked at Scott then me as if to say 'really?' I rolled my eyes.

"I'll leave you two to talk." Scott got up but I grabbed his hand and he looked at me and chuckled. I gave him puppy dog eyes and he kissed my neck. "I'm just going to the bedroom baby, I told you I'll take care of you didn't I?" He smiled at me. I nodded and he went upstairs. Dylan just stood there glaring at the stairs when Scott disappeared. I cleared my throat to catch his attention. I wanted him to get this over with so I could continue my day with Scott.

Dylan sat across from me and fiddled with his fingers. Looking anywhere but me. I was beginning to get impatient.

"So..." I said.

"I wanted to apologize for leaving, I wanted to see if we could... Try again but," he paused, " it seems that you have already moved on."

I almost laughed. This guy had some fucking nerv. How can he break up with me give me a whole fucking speech on how he fell out of love with me then come back with his tail between his legs and ask me to take him back. The fucking audacity.

"You're joking right? You broke up with me and left the fucking country. You told me you didn't love me. You know what, if you were actually feeling that way you could have communicated with me instead of keeping that shit to yourself and making the decision to break up without talking to me first! Here I thought that after five years I at least deserved to know what you were thinking and feeling but no! You fucking kept it to yourself and broke up with me and now you come here glaring at Scott as if he had anything to with it and becoming upset because after three fucking months I decided to move on!" By the end of my rant I was practically yelling.

He looked at me dumbfounded. I never really yell but I felt so angry and tired of dealing with him. When he broke up with me I tried to talk to him but he kept ignoring me then left without a word so I just gave up and now he wants me back. I don't want that. Braking up was the best thing that happened to me. I got to learn things about me and my body I wouldn't have otherwise. I met Scott and I really like him and the way he treats me I want to see where that goes. Even if I wasn't with him I wouldn't want to get back with Dylan, he was right we did fall out but I hadn't realised that. When I did I accepted that these things happen and it's not anyone's fault and I let it go.

"That's why I'm back to work this out. Just please tell that guy to go home and we'll work us out please." He pleaded. I rubbed the corner of my eyes and looked at him. The man I was once in love with for a long time. I got up and went to my bedroom and found Scott sitting on my bed in his phone. He looked at me.

"Are you done?" He asked.

"Not yet, but in a few." I said making my way to the dresser. I opened the drawer and pulled out the velvet box and Scott looked at me in shock. I just chuckled.

"Relax, I'll explain later." I said he nodded and I made my way down stairs. I took Dylan's hand and shoved the box in his hand. He looked at me wide eyes. I brought him up to his feet.

"That night you broke up with me I wanted to propose. I wanted to spend my life with you. To me I believed we can get through anything if the last five years weren't a sign then I didn't know what was." I told him.

"We still can-"

"No," I stopped him, "we can't you were right, I just didn't notice what was happening. But I'm fine now. I found someone and I want to see where it goes," I pulled him towards the front door him still looking shocked at my confession,I opened the door for him and pulled him outside, "I'm happy we were together but I think it's better if we never see eachother, I don't want Scott thinking I'm hang up on you still, oh and find happiness, I know I have. Do whatever you want with the ring."

With that I closed the door before he could say something and locked it. I ignored his calls and made my way upstairs. I opened the door and leaned on the door frame smiling at Scott, him smiling back.

"Hey daddy."

"Come here baby."

End.