"Wh...what." Brett said dropping his bottle of whiskey. No fucking way Brett thought it can't be. Brett felt tears coming to his eyes.
"Yeah Brett you have a 4 year old son, but if you don't get your shit together I can't let you meet him." Santana said hoping Brett sees why she is so angry at him. "That's why I was crying Brett." Santana said really wanting to make sure he got the memo.
Bret just stood there like he just saw a ghost with a broken bottle on the floor. Then he realized what Santana said and began getting angry.
"Get my shit together!! Are you fucking kidding me!! How about you get your shit together! Lying to me for four years about a son I never knew I had!! I could of changed and could of been saved, but you LIEDDD! Brett said with a mix of crying and anger. He turned around and punched the wall so hard a hole went through.
"FUCKK! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS ME! Brett screamed. Santana felt tears come into her eyes. This was her fault she could of helped him, but she was young scared and selfish. She broke the most perfect man in the world, but she was going to glue back all the pieces.
"Brett stop! Look at me. Calm down please." Santana said full on crying now. Brett turned around and saw her face and immediately felt like shit for acting like this around her. I mean it wasn't really her fault he was his own man and needed to take responsibility.
"I'm sorry." Brett said now standing in front of Santana. Santana grabbed his hands and pulled to sit down on the couch.
"I'm sorry too Brett." Santana said still crying. Brett reached his hand up and wiped away her tears. He kept his hand on her face feeling the smooth skin he loves so much. Santana missed his big but gentle hands touching her skin. Santana grabbed his hand and placed it on her lap waiting for Brett to start speaking.
"Our son what's his name? What does he look like?" Brett asked wanting to be part of his little boy's life.
"His name is Christopher Bretton Pierce. He looks like a exact replica of you." Santana said with a little giggle thinking of her amazing little boy. "I have a picture." Santana pulled out her phone and showed Brett a picture of a little boy with blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and the biggest smile he has ever seen. Brett was also taken a back that she kept his last name for their son.
"Wow! I don't even have words." Brett said smiling a actual smile for the first time in a while. Santana saw how happy he looked and couldn't help but kiss his cheek.
"I miss you Brett. I want you to be part of Christopher's life and my life." Santana said basically sitting on Brett at this point. Before Brett could give in to her he needed some questions to be answered.
"Why would you lie to me about this?" Brett said
"The day we broke up I found out I was pregnant before you came over." Santana said looking into Brett's eyes to see a reaction. Brett's face read no emotion not wanting to lose control until he heard the full story. Santana saw Brett wasn't going to say anything and continued her story.
"When you told me you were going into the military I freaked the fuck out Brett. I just found out I was pregnant and then the father of my baby was walking out the door." Santana said remembering how scared and hurt she was when she found out Brett was going.
"I would of stayed if you told me San." Brett said putting some lose strands of hair behind her ear. Santana just looked up and gave him a sad smile.
"You didn't pick me remember." Santana said sadly remembering the look in Brett's face when she gave him the ultimatum.
"Santana that wasn't fair..." Brett started saying but Santana cut him off "Brett I know if I told you that I was pregnant you would of stayed, but that meant giving up your dream." Santana said while cupping Brett's face with her hand.
"Okay fine, but why didn't you tell me when I got out of the military." Brett said kissing the palm of Santana's hand.
"You were and still are unable to be a stable parent Brett." Santana said needing to be honest with Brett. Brett started letting his walls build back up no one especially Santana was going to tell him how to live, but he wanted to be a parent to his kid.
"Look I can't promise I'm going to change and be this different person right away. I need time and I can't have you telling me that I suck as a parent. I can promise though that I will try my hardest to be the best for you and Christopher. I also promise that I will never slip up in front him." Brett said trying not to get frustrated and hoping that Santana will buy it.
"Okay I trust you Brett don't fuck this up. I can be patient but I will not allow Christopher to be around that behavior. It's not just about me or you anymore, we have a child together who needs his parents." Santana said pressing her forehead against Brett's. Brett smiled and was actually genuinely happy for the first time in a while.
"Okay I promise you." Brett said giving Santana a gentle kiss on the lips. Santana grabbed his neck and deepened the kiss. Brett gently stuck his tongue in Santana's throat. Santana moaned and bit his tongue. Brett groaned and pulled back.
"God I have missed you." Brett said out of breath laughing a little bit. Santana blushed only still to this day could Brett be the only one to make her blush. Santana stayed in Brett's lap for a while just enjoying his big arms holding her.
"I've missed you so much B." Santana said using his nickname for the first time in years. Brett smiled again and pecked her lips one more time.
"If it's even possible you look even more beautiful then the last time I saw you." Brett said looking at how mature but gorgeous Santana looked.
"Yeah well I'm not 17 anymore Brett I'm 23 with a 4 year old." Santana said laughing a little bit, while checking out Brett. "You definitely don't look like the same 18 year old I last saw." Santana said notching at how much Brett changed. "I also love the beard and tattoos you definitely look hotter." Santana said loving this gruff look on Brett.
"Yeah well the military will do this to you." Brett said with a laugh but with a hint of disappointment. Santana noticed, but didn't want to ruin this moment.
"Tell me about the tattoos." Santana said interested in Brett's life. Brett got off the couch and pulled off his shirt to show her all the tattoos. Once he did though he completely forgot about the whip lashes he had on his body.
"Brett..." Santana said tears forming in her eyes knowing he went through so much in the military. Brett walked over and grabbed her hands he moved her hands to the scars on his chest.
"I am okay. Trust me." Brett said hoping to calm down Santana.
"Your so brave Brett. What happened over there?" Santana said wanting to know what he went through.
"Not today okay. Let me show you the tattoos." Brett said wanting to distract her from the terrors he went through. "Okay so my right arm is filled with all military things, and symbols that represented my life in the military. The left arm is filled with more military things including my best friend Sam Evans that died on a mission." Brett said trying not to get upset about Sam. He thought about him everyday.
"Then my chest right here has Roman numerals of your birthday." Brett said waiting to see Santana's reaction. "September 15" Brett said.
"B." Santana whispered overcome with emotion that even though she hurt him he still did that for her.
"Yeah I mean you were always the one for me no matter what. I guess I should also get our son's birthday, which is when?" Brett asked Santana.
"February 6 it's coming up in like 3 months. I can't believe he is going to turn 5." Santana said not believing her little boy is getting so old.
"Wow well I hope I get to celebrate it with him, if you let me." Brett asked really hoping Santana will let them be a family.
"Of course I will! But like we said we have a deal okay." Santana said making sure Brett doesn't break his side of the deal.
"Well um it's getting close to dinner time...did you want to go pick up Christopher and I don't know... maybe have dinner together." Brett said getting extremely nervous. Santana grabbed his face and kissed him savoring every part of his mouth that she has missed. Brett pulled back leaning his forehead against Santana's .
"So I'll take that as a yes?" Brett said smiling cause he was excited to meet his son. Santana nodded her head and pecked his lips again.
"Before we go anywhere though I need to make sure you have nothing a 5 year old should see." Santana said already making her way into the kitchen cleaning up the bottles she saw. Santana went through the fridge and dumped each thing of alcohol. She went through the drawers and found his weed. She wanted to say something but decided against it.
"Wait wait!! I let you throw out the alcohol let me keep the weed please! Remember I asked for baby steps." Brett said trying to plead with Santana.
She nodded and put it in a cabinet that was high up, so Christopher won't find it. She then found his cocaine which is where she really lost it.
"Before you freak out I don't use it that much just when I feel like I really need. I'll throw it away." Brett said taking the bag and throwing it out.
"Now is there anything in your room." Santana said hoping there was nothing more. Brett knew there was more he had valium and Xanax in his draw.
"No there isn't." Brett said putting up his best poker face. Santana hesitated for a second, but decided to trust him.
"Where is Christopher staying?" Brett asked curious who has been watching him this whole time.
"Oh uh Rachel and Finn." Santana said knowing they did not like Brett and Brett wasn't friends with them either. Brett didn't want to get annoyed, after all these people were taking care of Santana and Christopher.
"Okay yeah you wanna go? I can call a Uber." Brett said trying not to freak out... he wanted a drink so bad. Thank God Santana wasn't catching on to his nervousness. They made there way outside and called a Uber. As they waited Santana kissed Brett.
"Don't be nervous B our son is going to love you." Santana said playing with the hairs behind his head. Brett just nodded as the uber showed up. It took them 10 minutes to get to Rachel and Finn's apartment. This is when Brett was debating about running to a nearby liquor store, but Santana grabbed his hand and gave him a smile that eased his nerves.
Next chapter we meet Christopher and we will see how Brett deals with his addiction. Please Review.
