Hi, so here is another chapter, as we continue to wind down to our ending, I am trying to get out the last four so I can finally put this story rest so stay tuned.

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Next Chapter-Brain Squeezers-In which Tori joins a controversial game show. During the show Jade, Trina and Tori have a long and honest conversation about their relationships and the night that will bond them forever. (Might be a short Chapter)


Ayden

Chapter 53-The Bad Roommate

Andre and Tori test the boundaries of their new relationship by living together while they write a song, meanwhile Tori attempts to get her head around how she feels about Andre being the main father figure in her son's life and what that means for the future.

Tori's Point of View.


I would like it on the record that while I did suggest to Andre that he move in while we worked on our song-writing project together there was no malicious intent. There was no trap, there was no desire to get him into bed (well there was but my mother and father were in the house with us this time so there would be no opportunity) there was for once just a project that needed doing and fast. This was a big one as well. Therefore, that was all we focused on.

Ok so that was a complete lie. If we were asked that was all we had focused on. It was not. There was the one big elephant in the room that we had to deal with first. Moreover, that was the nightmare.

I had thought of nothing but Aydan's slip up since I had been told however I was no way near closer to solving the problem. Or even figuring out if it was a problem. That was the main crux of the matter.

I wanted a future with Andre. And that future came with Ayden. Cameron was dead and buried and Ayden had next to no memories of his real father. Andre was all that he had known. I knew all of these points, recited them in my head until I thought I was going to explode but that still did not change how shocked I was when it came to the knowledge that my baby considered Andre to be his father.

I was sure that if it had been Beck I would not be in this mess. It was because I wanted a future with Andre that I was worried about things. In addition, I was not even sure what I was worried about. I was leaving a lot of my future up for discussion and I could not understand. So maybe in the future we broke up, maybe Andre adopted him, maybe…maybe…maybe…it was enough to drive me mad. And that lead to our current predicament with our music. So to speak.

At two in the morning we finally called it a break. We had nothing but we were exhausted and both dying for some form of alcohol. Neither one of us drank much but I got two beers out the fridge and sat on the piano school next to Andre. He stared into the same space that I was staring into and then finally I straightened.

"We need to get this song on the way"

Andre snorted. "Are we not addressing the elephant in the room then?" he asked and I stared. "I suppose that you don't want to talk about it" and then he stood up and straightened. I started up at him. "I love your boy" he said finally. "You know I do, I also know I'm not his father, even though you and I both know that Cameron never deserved him. And I love you and I know you love me. So that's it. I want you, and I know you come with Ayden and I want to be his father, and when he called me Dad I swear to god I thought my heart was going to stop."

"We could break up" I pointed out grasping on straws, "In the future"

"Yes" Andre conceded. "I suppose that we could. But I don't think we will and I think you know that. I also know that you know that even if we did break up I wouldn't leave you, we were friends before our relationship turned physical were' ll be friends even after it ends, and that's if it ends and that baby is a really big fucking if"

He stood up then still clutching the cold beer bottle in his hand and curled one finger around a strand of my hair that had come lose. I stared at him silently and then Andre sighed once. It was long and had an almost forlorn note to it. There was a second where we stared at each other and then Andre smiled. "I'm gonna go up to the spare room for a bit and try to get some sleep" he said quietly. "I think we might have to take our chances tomorrow"

And somehow I knew that he wasn't talking about the song.

I went outside to the warm air, the noise that was LA at night, like New York was rumoured to be LA was a city that never slept. It was different to how Arizona had been in so many ways. That had been a quiet city somewhat. There had been moments where it had been quiet. Or perhaps that was me, scared, alone, sixteen and pregnant with nothing and nobody. Too scared to go home and too scared to snap into action.

I had loved Cameron, I had gotten pregnant, and Cameron had left me stranded in the middle of nowhere with no thought about me or our unborn child. Cameron had died. My son considered another man his father. I was in love with another man.

I had never wanted this. I loved Ayden but I had never wanted him, I had never wanted to be a mother this young, I had wanted to go out on the weekends and meet boys, to sing and dance and to only worry about being young and bright and pretty. I had never wanted this worry. I had never wanted this responsibility.

Now it had happened there wasn't anything to do but sit there in the warm air with a cold beer in my loose fingers and finally after three years of pain and misery and loneliness I cried for the first time since the first night in Arizona.


The next was a confusing mess of a half written song and a crying baby. I used concealer and a retouching wand to try and make it seem like I hadn't been crying for more than three hours last night in my back garden but Andre was more than intuitive and I knew he knew when he shot me concerned looks whenever we found ourselves looking at each other across the classroom.

I went to the bathroom after lunch and looked at myself long and hard in the mirror. I knew what I wanted. It was getting it, and believing that I deserved to get it that was the problem. I remembered Cameron and stood up a little straighter ready to say the words that I had long ago never believed I would ever say.

"You did nothing wrong" I said to my reflection. "You did nothing to deserve this" I paused a second and then said the words I never thought I would. "You deserve to be happy"

Andre made me happy.

I sat down next to him in the auditorium, we were far at the back watching Jade and Beck attempt to work out the kinks in the script that they had penned together as part of their assignment.

"I love you" I said finally. "And I really want you to be Ayden's father"

There was a second where Andre didn't move and then he turned to look at me slightly. I couldn't see his eyes but I knew they were that shade of brown that I loved so much. "You mean that" he said finally and I nodded.

His hand found mine then and in the quiet we locked fingers, this time it was a hard, burning squeeze. "Good" he said finally and I turned to watch him turn his expression back to the front his face lit up by a brilliant smile. "I want that too" he said finally and for a second I leaned my head on his shoulders.

Before I moved again I caught Jade's expression. She knew then realised. She knew about me and Andre. I caught her expression, her surprised grin and her slightly raised eyebrows and I shrugged grinning back.

Jade turned her expression away before I could see her smile. The smile she gave when she saw Beck, that secret happy smile that made Jade West her own secret person and I ducked down knowing that I was a woman in love and a woman blessed indeed.


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