Yeah, this is going to be a short chapter, trust me I tried, or at least tried to try? ^^

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Stella's POV

This has been one of the worst nights ever, what's even more worse is that I have to go back and get my phone from him. The Devil.

'"I'm glad you called Cara," I felt my knees buckle intensely at the rich sound of his voice. Automatically swallowing I forced my voice to answer.

"I need my phone back," I murmured just loud enough for him to hear.

He chuckled at my weak display of courage. I'm a failure and he knows it, "Do you want me to bring it over?"

The thought crossed my mind and a million and one thoughts raced through my head, "No!"

He was silent for a while, he didn't respond while I worked up enough courage for myself to speak, "I'm coming to get it back," I declared softly, awaiting his reply.

He sighed causing me to wash over in confusion, "I'll be here," With that he hung up.

What a cruel way this was to reunite with the man I loved.

He stood by the front door of the hotel room, leaning against the doorframe. My phone tugged in his grasp and that causal smirk wiped across his handsome face. My hair was out, it was the first thing I did when I got home, due to all the sweat crawling down my face, but I felt uncomfortable around him with my hair out. I was told when my hair was cascading down my back that it looked like the luscious rays of the sunlight, and coincidentally it was by Brandon himself.

"You really did come back," He murmured, more to himself than to me as he straightened up, "Is this your child?" He questioned displaying the lock screen of my phone at my face but high enough so I could reach it. The screen gleamed with a beautiful picture of Nic, sitting against the grass. His fuzzy dirty blonde hair messed up by the wind as he kept a spotty beachball in his grasp.

I gasped. He saw, Brandon knows I have a child.

"How dare you go through my phone!" I jumped forward trying to reach my phone but he held it higher out of my grasp.

"Is he yours?" He repeated, my mouth was slightly a jar as I took a step back.

"Yes,"

Again he was silent. As he was pondering or something, that blank look in his eyes didn't reveal anything.

"Now give me back my phone!" I demanded trying for it again while he was distracted. Brandon snapped out of his trance and wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me towards him, but the phone out of my reach.

"Who's it's father?"

I blinked pulling myself out of his grip. He didn't know. How was he that blind? he couldn't see that Nic was almost a spitting image of himself? Or did he choose not to believe that?

"That is none of your business," I spat through gritted teeth. I looked deeply into his wondering eyes. I couldn't let him find out having a son, he would take Nic away from me. I'd lose my child, just like I lost my man. I didn't want to give Nic up to Brandon. He was mine through and through, I raised him and loved him. Brandon could have him…over my dead body!

They was only one logical explanation to keep Brandon away to was agree with his belief, I hate to admit it, but for Nic, I will. "The lover," I murmured, his head snapped up and he looked at me with disbelief, "He's the lover's child,"

"You said you had no lover," He believe that now? Too late.

"Well, I lied," I forced myself to spit out, "Happy that you were right, DeCaro?"

He paused for what seemed like a long moment, "Indeed," He smirked, the egoist he is, "I always knew you were a cunning witch," That one stung, and I bit my lip from crying out loud.

A fake smirk faced over me. "And I always knew you were the gullible egoist you are," I countered, he grimaced but never failed to keep that composure. "Can I have my phone back?"

"No, not until you answer my questions,"

"What questions?"

"Do you engaged to that lover?"

He already figured I didn't have a boyfriend, so there was no point lying to him there, "No, I'm single,"

"So how do you raise a child with a full time job?" He quizzed, bombarding me with questions, "Do you leave him in child care, or do you take him to work?

I clenched my fists, he's such a questionnaire.

"I live with my mother she takes care of him," I hissed turning away from him, I could live without my phone, "And his name is Nicholas,"

"Nicholas," Brandon repeated, testing it out with his tongue. "It's a nice name, Nicholas," I almost brimmed in tears, oh how long I waited for the father of my child to utter his name, at least once. Vigorously I wiped my eyes and turned to him, finding his lean body up against mine, "Such a beautiful child, just like his mother,"

I still can't believe this was the same man that rejected me all those years ago. The man who chose not to believe me, the man…who never loved me.

He carefully slipped his phone back into my weak grasp and patted my closed palm. I wanted to burst into tears like I did this morning, I wanted to cry on his chest, I wanted to whine out all my worries and have him embrace me with his comforting warmth just like back then.

"I want to see you one more time Cara," He asked softly cupping my face, I opened my mouth to rejected, "Please?"

His eyes look so sincere, I actually considered telling him the truth. But how could I when he won't even think of believing me. He doesn't deserve Nic, that isn't my problem.

"Why?"

"I-I don't know," He uttered out, his tousled brunette hair covering his expression. I sighed, there was no way out of this.

"One more time," I closed my eyes inhaling his scent, he smelt of sweet vanilla. He wore almost no body mist or expensive cologne, it was his natural fragrance. Just like my Brandon. "But not tomorrow,"

"Why not?"

"I can't, please," I begged a bit, he looked deeply into my eyes and sighed, "Sometime during the week?"

"Okay," He slid his arms back and let me go, a ghost of a smile against his lips, "I won't take time away from your child," The words flowed out of his mouth in a weird manner but he was masking that well, "Good night Cara"

I kind of reminded me of the way he'd always bid me goodnight when we spent time together, his soft sincere kisses and his incomparable warmth and comfort. I wanted him back the minute he left me, I flipping loved him when you love someone, even when that person has hatred towards you, you still want them to be there with you.

"Goodnight…"


"Yes, Yes, I know honey,"

I hadn't spoken a word since my mum got a phone call from back home. I felt the need to listen, because the way she looked back at me cautiously told me something was up.

"I know, but she'll be fine," She murmured a soft smile on her face. I mimicked her motion and glanced down at Nic who sat cross-legged on the floor, carefully attaching the lego pieces together. He wanted to go freestyle with the pieces instead of asking for help or following instructions, he's stubborn and egoistic just like his father, who I still haven't gotten a chance to meet up with again. Brandon hadn't called since, if he's waiting me to call, then he's going to be waiting a while.

"She's a mother now, of course she can handle herself," Somehow that told me she was gesturing about me to whoever was on the other end. I don't have any siblings except for Luc who is basically like a brother to me and I'm the current mother here so who else would there be?

My thoughts were interrupted when my mom dropped the phone back on it's hold and shuffled to her seat beside me. An unsure smile plastered across her lips. "Stella, honey, something has come up with you father,"

"Is he okay?" I burst out, astonishing her a bit.

"Yes it's just a minor injury, he'll get better soon, but the house wants me back for a while,"

"You should go then," I replied simply looking at my hands.

"What? Your not worried about living alone?" What was she on about? Living alone, seriously mom, I'm not 16 anymore!

"Mom, I have Nic for company and Luca for that matter," I assured her, I wasn't sure myself though, i might need Luc's help, it won't be for long just until i can manage. "Dad needs you,"

"Oh honey, I hate you leave you and Nic, but-"

"Mom, it's okay, I'm a mother remember?" I gave her a shy soft smile. That's right I am a mother, not the skimpy girl I was back in New York. I have a responsibility and a son!

"Y-your right, but Brandon,"

"I can handle him mom, I'm not that pathetic girl anymore," I knew I was correct, I'm a strong woman, "I won't let anything happen to Nic,"

She grinned, a comfortable happy grin that lit me up. Mom was leaving, and I was going to be alone again, the thought took me a little but I have Luc and Nic to help me, my two knights in shining armour.

I was going to be just fine.