Best Friend
Pt 11 - Words Unspoken
R-M
REPOST: Sorry posted the unedited one earlier.
A/N:Quick note, thanks for all of you who follow, favorite and review. I want to say I appreciate and all reviews. I am in no way offended by any opinions in the review section. Thanks for being honest, I respect everyone's opinion. Bonnie's purpose for not telling Damon, was because, after three years of being his support system, she found out he lied about not going to his daughter's funeral. He made her feel abandoned, and because of his poor decision, she felt that not telling him about his son initially, was to protect herself and her son. She didn't think Damon was ready to be a father, because of the poor choice he made and how long he chose to lie about it to her. She gave up everything to be with him, so when he lied, about something so important, it hurt her to her core. It was Damon being selfish. Which is why she reacted selfishly to telling him about his son. The main problem you will notice, is Damon and Bonnie hate hurting each other, so instead of telling the each other things, they tend to shut down to avoid conflict with each other. They haven't had their emotional moment yet, but it's coming soon. And I just want to say, in this story, they both have faults. Thanks for sticking with me. Please enjoy this story. Also, Thanks for taking time to review your thoughts and concerns, I appreciate it.
"I would love pink roses. I think there's a subtle beauty with pink." Abby said.
"Besides, pink looks beautiful against your skin love, it's fitting." Nik said, kissing her upper shoulder. Abby smiled into his kisses and turned to him as their lips met at the top of her shoulder.
"You look amazing against my skin. I love the way you say those things." Abby smiles, and Nik grabs her by her hand and twirls her, before pulling her into him and swaying side to side. "There's no music playing. What are you trying to do here... woo me?"
"I've got you. It took me years to woo you. Now, I just want to romance you. I'd love to make love to you, just right here..."
"Oh no-"
"I know. Kitchen Table, of the home your daughter and her son eat on. But, Abigail, I was thinking, why keep this house? Bonnie's gone, Sheila's no longer here, Bonnie's father, is passed... this house holds memories that you won't be able to move past unless we sell it."
"What?!"
"Just hear me out, your moving in with me. We can sell the place, and you can keep the money and put away for Dylan, or give the money Bonnie. I don't know. I'll take care of you."
"I don't need taking care of."
"But as your husband, I'm going to take care of you. I love you Abigail. No other person on this earth can convince me, that you don't deserve the best." Abby, looked at Nik and frowned.
"I've had this house for over twenty years. I can't just, I mean... it wouldn't feel right."
"Darling, it's something to think about. Okay. We should be able to start our lives together and move forward. You've held onto the memories for years which is fine. You can still hold onto them, it's the stress of walking past every room every day, where someone who used to live there has either passed on or moved on. You should be able to live every day without objectifying yourself to the sadness."
"It's something to think about. I'd have to talk to Bonnie. It's her childhood home. Her comfort too, not just mine. It's all she knows, and what she comes home too whenever she needs to." Abby became emotional. She had so much with her home, that involved a lot of love as well as a lot of pain. She knew Nik had some merit to his words, but it would take a lot more convincing than that. "So, uhh, we goin' with pink roses, right?"
"Were going with whatever you want darling. But pink looks beautiful with your skin and I love how your cheeks turn pink whenever I... kiss you here." He kissed her neck. "Or here." He kissed her jawline. "Or here," he kissed behind her ear. Then his lips met hers, and she was lost in the love her showered her with.
..x..
Ginny woke up in the bed she didn't remember falling asleep in. She looked under the blankets and her bra was gone. "Crap." The memories of last nights are coming back slowly, and the body next to her was nuzzled into her back and his arm was wrapped around her. She was afraid to turn around but, the arm of said man pulled her back into him and cuddled her from behind.
She laid back down and grew worried, having not seen his face. She remembers dancing and flirting with both Stefan and Mike the night before. But most things were blurry after her double shot of tequila, and bull ride. All she knows is she took more shots and danced more, and bartended some more.
Her breathing was changing as if she was getting nervous. His hand crept down to her thighs and one by one his fingers worked their way between the highest part of her thigh, to the nook of her warmth.
"Ummm..."
"Shhh." His hand snaked in some more. She tried tightening her highs, but his fingers found their way inside of her Calvin Klein panties.
She grabbed his wrist making him laugh.
"Relax city girl... just scarin' ya."
"Oh Stefan. I wasn't sure."
"Really, thought you came to bed with someone else?" He turned her over. "I'm a little disappointed you don't remember our night. You really can't handle your liquor, can you?"
He looked her in the eye. "Listen, I remember, I just... it was dark, and some colors may have been floating around the darkness, as well as we may have made love on a floating carpet, in the clouds." She said laughing.
"Damn, girl... you was drunk." He laughed, then she laughed... "I mean, I can't bring the floating carpet back, but I can definitely make you scream my name again." He worked on her neck and down her body her chest. "I'm sorry. I left you some hickies... Salvatore tequila shots tend to... leave marks."
Ginny thought to stop him. She thought, if she got up, she could get dressed and call Bonnie, but she didn't. She wanted his mouth on her, and his body on her. She felt his beautifully sculpted body against hers. He was hard. From his chest to his legs. "Country does a body good, I guess."
"Hell yeah girl, I deal with horses and cows all got damn day, running around with them, and handling them. Then I walk, according to that stupid fit bit my brother gave me, I walk over thirty thousand steps a day sometimes forty thousand. So yeah... oh let's not forget I ride bulls sometimes. Real ones, not like the one you fell off of!" He laughed.
"Hey, shut up. You guys tricked me with those tequila shots and spun me around ten times. I'd say I did pretty good." She smiled.
"Yeah, if pretty good actually meant pretty bad." He laughed, making her laugh again. But Ginny quickly silenced, when Stefan eased her legs opened and entered her.
"Oh wow." She moaned as her head fell back. Her eyes squeezed shut as he worked her body. He hovered over her, striking her with his member and watching her feel him inside of her. Every subtle thrust forced her body to adjust to him, and he grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her face to his.
"You like that, City girl? Huh?" He thrusted again making her moan. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you to keep going. Don't stop, you feel... oh god." His thrusts were slow, but deep, and her legs happily wrapped around his waist. He kept her face pulled into him, kissing her, and her fingers tickled his sides as she clutched his ribs. Every thrust made her squeeze, and he was into the way her body reacted to him. His legs bent under underneath her thighs, and he bucked into her with persistence. His mouth left her mouth, and wondered back to her breasts and tequila shots came into view again.
Salvatore tequila shots night before...
Ginny and Stefan went back to his house. He lived in the back house at his parent's estate. It was an add on he built himself with his brother when they were younger, along with G... he and Ginny stumbled inside, and were laughing about something she couldn't remember. She remembers him grabbing his tequila and pulling her pants down. She fell back onto his couch and he lifted her legs.
"Don't you dare pour tequila on me."
"I'm going to pour tequila, right on your kitty Kat."
Ginny laughed, "Stop. I'm sure that's going to be unsanitary and I really don't want to have to go to the Emergancy room so they could flush me of toxins." She said with a slur.
"First off, you already have a pint of this inside of your body anyway. Because you try to hang with the big boys. I get it, you're an athlete, but baby girl, you still can't hang. You're a woman."
"WHAT! You must be joking right?"
"Naw I'm not... somethangs a woman ain't meant to do like a man, and drinkin' alcohol is one. That's my truths. I'm not sexist, just think your cute when you try hanging with me. Only girls who need to do shit like that is the ones, who got no personality. Hell, City girl...You make me wanna drink less." He paused and hiccuped. "But not tonight. Now pretty please open them beautiful legs and let me do what I do."
"For the record," she stated as she opened her legs, "I can do anything you can do."
"Ahhh, 'sept, drank and ride a bull!" He stood, then lowered his body to her, and when she felt the sensation of the liquid hit the lips of her kitty, his mouth went to town and she was lost in the massage technique in which his tongue coaxed her juices and then tickled her sexually.
"Why are you so good at this?"
"Don't ask so many questions, city girl. Just enjoy it. B'cos, I'm gone have you hollerin' all night."
Ginny braced herself for his mouth again, and once he started she let him control her the rest of the night.
Right now...
"Oh, hell no! You had your way last night." She wrapped her strong legs around his waist tight and turned them over. "It's my turn cowboy." She grabbed his hat off the bed post and put it on herself. "I'm gone teach you he meaning of backwards cowgirl, only... the way I move... we'll call it city girl." Ginny turned her backside to him without even pulling off him, and then she leaned forward, and let him see how she worked her hips and her legs, not to mention she popped it like she was a pro.
"Good god, almighty." Stefan watched the way she popped on him, and he asked. "Can I put my hands on it?"
"Don't ask, stupid." He grabbed her bouncing cheeks and squeezed, and when he realized she loved it, he started smacking it. "Yeah. Harder."
"Say what?"
"SMACK it harder!" And he did. And she rode him to bliss.
..x..
On the other side of town, Bonnie was buckling Dylan into his car seat, and she handed him his small snack cup of cheerios. "Baby boy, don't make a mess. Okay?"
"Num num, ma ma."
"Yup. Num nums." She looked at him and smiled, this moment felt incredibly hard, yet long time coming. She watched him, and in his innocence, she felt awful for how she never told Damon about him. She realized that in her anger it was wrong. She was so hurt, she really didn't stop to think about how much it was hurting Damon, and in her thinking about, accepting responsibility in the downfall of them, she never wanted to hurt him. Even though he hurt her, she has never wanted to hurt Damon. Not to mention, she had never lied to him, nor had a reason to.
She was stepping out of home territory, and into a foreign one, with having to deal with the consequences of her own actions. She strapped Dylan up and closed the door, before getting herself in and putting her seatbelt on. She put her sunglasses on and looked in the rear view before backing out.
This was a drive to the end of her sanity. She was nervous, and it was questionable at best because she had no reason to be nervous around him. But the truth was no one made her more nervous than Damon. No one struck up the jitters in her nerves more than Damon.
6-7 years ago...
It's been a year. She saw him once on his leave nine months ago, but it was almost right after he left. This had been the longest she hadn't seen him. She wore her hair in long lose curls, the way he loved it, and she had on a denim skirt, with a white t-shirt that had his basic training picture printed on it with the words Property of Sgt Salvatore. Her favorite boots were showing off her legs, and she wore his favorite hat.
She had a sign that took her two hours to make. It spelled out, WELCOME HOME DOODLE!
It was patriotic and had glittered American flag, and she even drew a set of dog tags that said, I love my Soldier.
Bonnie went all out. Her skin glistened in the sun and her lip gloss shined in the golden tones of light around her as did her hair, since it lightened over the summer. The buses had been sitting there for over thirty minutes, making every spouse nervous. Bonnie's legs bounced in timid exasperation as she stood there waiting for them to get off the busses in the large airfield. She felt the sweat beading under her nose, and over her lip, just as the drips between her breast soaked her bra. She grew increasingly irritated, as her perfect look was dwindling to a moistened version of the once dry perfection it was.
There was the sound of the familiar bus door squeak. The same squeak that took him away from her a year ago. Slowly, soldiers started descending the buses with their assault packs and wearing their ACU's. She waited and waited, to see his face, and her nerves made her agitated. Her arms were tired but she kept holding up that sign.
"Got damnit where is he?" After all the soldiers got off of the bus, she still hadn't seen his face.
"Hey, sweetie," Sybil walked up to her, "I was told the last bus had a flat and was held up. They should be pulling up any minute. We'll just wait some more."
"No, you guys go ahead and go. Your husband looks tired and we've been standing out here for almost two hours. We'll be sure to call you guys and set up dinner this week, or whenever Doodle is settled in."
"No, sincerely, its fine. I just want to be here to support you, and finally meet this husband you're always bragging about." Sybil insisted on waiting around with Bonnie.
"Okay. And Sybil, I just want to say thank you again. I don't know how I would've gotten through things without you. I was lost and alone, and I just wanted to have as much of him in my heart as I could. Thank you for being my mentor at church, and someone I could confide in. I would've been all alone."
"Of course. I just thought I'd give you my wisdom on marriage, and help you do what it takes to be the wife you should be. Not to mention, helping you get passed the loss of the baby so that you could be a stronger wife. He doesn't need you dwelling and being all depressed. He needs you just acting like it didn't happen, and growing up. I know your nineteen, but… quit acting like it."
"Right. Thanks. I'm going to just be supportive, and not let him see me in pain. I'd hate to stress him out."
"Exactly. Just be less yourself, and more mature."
"Right." Bonnie wanted to make sure she followed Sybil's advice. After all Sybil was a woman. Twenty-nine, happily married, always smiling, and friendly with the congregation. The men always helped her with whatever she needed the women always greeted her in a friendly manner. Even the pastor showed her favor. Bonnie wanted to be the picture-perfect spouse in Damon's eyes. Supportive and strong.
"You look very cute. He's going to love it."
"Yeah, well... he always loved the way I dressed back home." Sybil looked her up and down and nodded, like a woman who was agreeing to something she didn't whole-heartedly believe. Suddenly the last bus pulled in. They waited around about ten minutes before soldiers unloaded. To her surprise, he was the second guy off the bus after Mike. Mike's current girlfriend was there, waiting for him, with his dog. The second they saw him, Bullet took off and ran to Mike jumping in his arms as his girlfriend followed shortly after, and the second Bonnie looked up from the heartfelt reunion, she saw sapphire eyes gleaming at her. Her eyes instantly watered, her heart started to pound, she even felt the hitch in her breath, when she lost her senses and her hands started to shake. He made her nervous, all the time. Moments like these reminded her of the first time he kissed her, and the time he trapped them in her closet before he took her virginity. She would always have butterflies for him. Subconsciously, she held up her sign for him, then dropped it when he got closer and he dropped his assault pack and ran into her scooping her up into arms and spinning her around. They held each other like they never wanted to be separated again.
The feel of him, the smell of him, his face next to hers. She was finally happy again. She was in a joyful state and her body wanted nothing more than to hold him forever. Never leave this moment, or him. They held each other for minutes before looking upon each other's face. They were nervous for so many reasons. Seeing how different they looked, talked, smiled. But once she pulled back to see him, he was him. He was Doodle and she was happy.
"I fuckin' missed your beautiful face." He said. His lips landed on hers so hard, she felt his imprint. He used his tongue to open her mouth and he shamelessly kissed her like he wanted her on the spot.
"Oh... god... I ... missed... you... so... much... god." She spoke a word between every kiss. "I love you. Don't ever leave me again."
"I won't. If I can help it. God I wanna take you home. I can't believe I'm holdin' you." He went in for another kiss and was stopped by Sybil.
"Damon, hello. I don't know if you remember me, we spoke on the phone once, when Bonnie's was with me, and you called her. Sybil, Bonnie's mentor. Good to see ya back."
"Gee. Thanks. Yeah, thanks for bein' there for her. I hate the thought of her bein' here alone without any friends. So I 'preciate it." He quickly turned back to his wife and held her for minutes upon minutes. Letting her cry in his arms. "God, I love you. I love you more than anything in this world. You deserve everything, and I'm gone give it to you." He told Bonnie and Sybil over heard, feeling a tinge of jealousy, she looked on as if she didn't agree with the sight of them.
Bonnie didn't notice, she just noticed blue eyes and a bright smile.
"Come on, let's go home. I want you to see what I've done to our place."
"Yeah, I can't wait."
"Oh, hey, my cookin' game is on point baby. I made you dinner, it's at home staying warm, on the stove, however, I've been out here so long... it's probably cold."
"I can't wait." He said wrapping his arm around her. "Me and Mike gotta get our shit from the company. Our rucks and duffle bags, but I want you to come with me. I can't let you out of my sight."
"Okay." She looked to Sybil. "Thanks for the support today. I'll see you at church Sunday."
Her and Damon turned and headed home. To their home. The home they shared.
Present Day...
Before she knew it, she was pulling up to the park she always stopped at, in the midway point of her runs. Her mother's car trekked into the lot and she parked close to the trees and benches, so they could be in the shade as they waited for Damon. However, Dylan was getting impatient, so Bonnie took him out of the car, and walked him over to the swings and slides. Before she knew it, he was giggling his butt off. She couldn't help but to laugh with him.
They were waiting for a good ten minutes and Damon hadn't gotten there. She was hoping he didn't have a change of heart so she called his phone.
He didn't answer.
She waited another ten minutes and nothing. "Okay, baby boy... maybe we should go. I guess he's more nervous than I thought. Or he was drunk when he spoke to me." She grabbed her son and proceeded to walk to the car with him. They were still laughing and giggling and as she headed to the car, he popped out of nowhere. "Leavin'?"
"Whoa. You scared me." Her heart raced times ten and she started breathing heavy.
"Sorry. It's just, I was so nervous I got here early."
"Didn't see your car."
"I walked. And I just sat across the street watching you guys."
"Oh." She smiled. "Scared me." He had a hard time lookin' at the little boy's face so he remained fixated on hers. She noticed his nervousness, so she grabbed his arms, opened them, and handed him his son. "He don't bite. Doodle... look at 'em." She grabbed Damon's face gently and turned him to look at his son. Once his eyes met the tiny blue miniature versions of his own, he remained fixated. He couldn't take his eyes off the little boy. He noticed the similarities. He couldn't question that gene pool if he wanted to. He was a perfect blend of Bonnie and himself.
Damon's eyes watered, and he turned the little boy right into him. "Oh, my god. He's perfect." Damon choked on his own breath and started to cry. Bonnie wiped his tears. He was emotional, and it was expected. "I'm sorry. I didn't expect this."
"Don't worry. You should've seen me in the delivery room, I was a mess. I think I cried for two days."
"I wish I was there. I wish you would've told me."
Bonnie sighed and tried her hardest not to turn the day negative. "Let's go play at the playground. You should see him on the swings."
He smiled, and walked with her to the park.
..x..
"Stefan, I'm over you. Why can't you just, tell the truth? You've never had a BLTM like that."
"I like it, I won't lie. But I mean, maybe, some extra bacon."
"There's four pieces of bacon." She said looking at him like he was greedy.
"That ain't enough meat for me. If you add a burger, it would be perfect." He said take another huge bite.
"That would make it a burger. I don't eat red meat."
"But you put bacon in this sandwich."
"Bacon is pork, and pork is technically a white meat. Anyways, I only eat Bacon on special occasions. And the key to a BLTM, is the M, Mozzarella cheese."
"What if I want cheddar?"
"No, that's why it a BLTM, because mozzarella really is the best choice of cheese. It has to be mozzarella. Better yet, the fresh mozzarella, you slice yourself. Not the already cut slices, unless you buy them cut at the deli. I'm surprised you have fresh mozzarella."
"I'm Italian. Of course, I have fresh mozzarella."
"Well, best BLTM. Give me my props. And let's. Don't forget, the mozzarella has to be melted onto the tomato. It goes, toasted bread, bacon, mozzarella, tomato, lettuce, toasted bread." She smiled. "Yup. You're welcome." Stefan laughs at her, and walks to the fridge and grabs more bacon.
"I'm makin' more bacon, want some?"
"Fine...eat more bacon, but if we eat more bacon, you're going on a run with me today. Let's see if you can handle what bacon does to your body and what you have to go through to work it off."
"Pft. I can handle your workout. It ain't nothin' to me."
"Fine. Bring on the bacon. We are runnin' this bacon fat off later." She laughed at him, and he smacked her in the butt.
"We gone run that fat off too?"
"Excuse me? My ass is fabulous. Mostly muscle and perky."
"Sure, it's perky, and there's some firm muscle, but... that ass is fat." He slapped it again, and let his hands cup it the last time. "It's perfect."
"Okay, you're not allowed to touch my ass. You called it fat."
"An ass that can do what your ass was doin' in the bed this mornin', I'm complimenting you."
"A compliment would be... your eyes look gorgeous in this light, or... I love the smell of your skin in the morning... not you have a fat ass."
"Okay. Well, I'm sorry. I thought that women loved compliments about their bodies." He gave her a look of utter ignorance, and she shook her head at him.
"We love compliments about our bodies. It's in the deliverance." She walked towards his bathroom to change.
"Where you going?"
"Change clothes."
"No, don't. I'm sorry. I love you in your panties and my shirt. It's cute. Listen, I don't let women sleep over. I'm not used to relationships. I may have exaggerated or lied to prop myself up. You were right about me. I just kind of, do the one night thing. But, I think your fun Ginny. It's been a while since I liked a girl."
"Yeah, who was the last girl you liked?"
"A girl I went to high school with. We actually hooked up not too long ago, and I thought she liked me, but the next day, after we had sex... she gave me this whole, "it's not you it's me" speech, and she left. I really liked her. But, I guess my reputation precedes me, because she couldn't give me a chance." He sighed and rubbed his hands through his hair and gave her a serious look. Then he walked over to the bacon, and kept cooking it.
Ginny walked back to Stefan and wrapped her arms around him from the back while he cooked. "Listen, I don't know what this is between us, but, I'm not going to pretend I want something serious right now. I mean, this is new to me, and I go back to LA in a couple weeks, but, I enjoy hangin' out with you. I think you're fun too, and not to mention, you're not too shabby on the eyes. So, let's enjoy the time we have now, and don't think about anything else. So, stuff me with Bacon, so I can run your circles around your ass." He turned towards her putting his arms over her shoulders and planting a kiss on her.
"Run circles around me? Whatever you say... as long as we can take a shower, together afterwards." She rolled her eyes and smiled into his lips, as hey continued to kiss in the middle of his kitchen.
..x..
"So, why don't you call him Dimitri? I mean you gave him my middle name as a first name, and don't use it." He asked as he watched he little boy cling to Bonnie.
"I've always wanted him to have a part of you. And I thought one day, when you were ready to be a dad, you'd meet him. But, as time went on, and we've technically gone the last two years, without barely talkin' and you got engaged while I was pregnant, I just kind of let go of false hope."
"Whatcha mean I wasn't ready to be a father. I was always ready to be the father of your children, our children. I wanted nothing more, than to be your husband and start a family."
"Except, the fact that you... never mind."
"No, what is it, Baby girl. Tell me."
"I better not, okay. I'm just here so you and Dylan can spend time." Dylan started to bounce around in Bonnie's lap and get playful, so she tickled him. He giggled and it was contagious, because Damon watched his son laugh, and he'd never heard such a beautiful sound. Bonnie collapsed into the grass and rolled around tickling him. His giggle was making Damon giggle, and Dylan, cried out... "No. no. Ma ma... hahahaha... noooo. Hahaha." He just laughed until he couldn't laugh anymore. Damon saw the opportunity to jump in and he grabbed Dylan.
"Don't let her get you. No, she's the momma monster. We ain't afraid of no momma "monster." He picked Dylan up and flew him like a plane around in circles until he landed back on Bonnie, where Damon taught him how to tickle his mommy. "Okay, Baby boy, the trick with your momma is... she hates her feet being tickled. Damon grabbed Bonnie's foot and put it in a grid locked position under his arm and told Dylan... "Tickle tickle baby boy. Right here."
Bonnie began scream laughing. "No, no... Doodle, stop!" She laughed so hard she ran out of breath. She was coughing and he kept tickling her. "Do...Dooo. DOODLE! PLEASE STOP!" Her eyes watered to the point tears fell in the form of streams and he kept tickling.
"Right here baby boy. Get her. We ain't afraid of no momma monster." He said again. "Tell her baby boy, tell her." They were easily a family. There was nothing uncomfortable about it. The way they were with each other and their son, almost seems as if they never had time apart.
"Ma ma monssserr. No ma ma." It was a picture-perfect moment. The three of them laughing at the park together. When Bonnie finally got a loose, she jumped up and ran after Dylan, swooped him up, and was tackled by Damon, and all three of them went down. Before they knew it he was on top of her tickling her, and Dylan was running around laughing trying to tickle her too. Damon knew her spots, he knew every spot and her reaction to every spot. He collapsed on top of her and in a fit of humorous fury, they broke out laughing. Laughing so hard they were lost in the moment.
"I hate you Doodle. So much." She said with a sigh as he lay on top of her. He caught her eyes in that moment, and when they looked at each other he found himself wanting to kiss her. They just looked deeply into each other's eyes, and beyond the hurt and pain, they felt immense love for one another. He could feel her heart start to pound against his chest, with all his body weight on her, and she swallowed, feeling nervous, but it only felt natural to kiss her. It only felt natural to get lost in the moment and hold her and lock her in a passionate kiss. Damon's mouth moved towards Bonnie's, and she relaxed closing her eyes, while his lips inched towards her, she readied herself for the bounty of his lusciousness, against her plump heart-shaped pucker and when they were mere motions from connecting a loud truck horn sounds.
BEEEEEEEP!
"Oh crap." Bonnie jumped out of the moment, as Dylan screamed at the sound of the loud horn. "Baby boy it's okay. Come here. Oh gosh, come here. It's okay." She picked him up and cradled him. She stood and walked in circles. The maniac in the truck beeped the horn several times loud. Bonnie looked up to see Damon, and he was in the parking lot trying to calm down an irate woman.
All she could hear was Sybil yelling her tail off. She didn't too much care who heard her either, and she kept putting her hands on Damon in a grabby pushy way. Bonnie wanted to grab her and make her stop, but she stayed out of it. She knew Damon wouldn't stand for abuse, but she had never seen him been the type to deal with such hostility. He used to be a hot head when he was younger, but he calmed down a lot thanks to Bonnie. She kept him out of trouble. Calmed him down, but watching him and Sybil right now, made her feel uneasy.
She didn't like it.
Bonnie grabbed Dylan, almost forgetting about the moment she just shared with not only her best friend, but the father of her child, she headed to the car to get Dylan ready to leave. Sybil kept putting on a show. The more she watched the more she realized everything Sybil ever told her, when she was her mentor was a lie, and a front. She tried sabotaging Bonnie from the beginning.
After Dylan was safely strapped into his seat, Bonnie walked back to the grass and grabbed the blanket and diaper bag and carried it back to the car, and finally noticing Sybil getting into the passenger seat of his truck she drove there. She stood in front of her car and waited to see if Damon was going to say good bye to his son. She waited and waited. Finally, she saw Damon get into his truck and drive away.
She couldn't believe it. She feared setting herself up for failure, she feared he would do something to make her question him, but never would she have guessed it would have been because of another woman. She walked to the side of the car and opened the door and looked at her son. She almost cried, but instead she got in the car and went for a drive.
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Bonnie picked up her phone and dialed the one person she needed to talk to.
"Hello... hey baby. Yeah, I'm good. No, of course not, why would I be crying? I just miss you is all. Yeah. He's good. Yeah, he had a really good day. We went to the park and played. Oh, hahaha. Yeah... he tired me out with the tickle monster. Oh gosh, yeah. I just about died... laughing." Her voice started to crack. "He misses you too. Yeah, he asked about you last night. I think we're considering your offer. Yeah... going to Europe for the Spring, I mean, who knows... I think it'll be a great experience for the both of us. Dylan and me, after all... you being able to represent internationally is good for business for both of us... what? The wedding? Yeah, I mean I do... but... no I just don't know if the Summer is enough time to get a wedding ready. I mean, we'd barely be getting back from Europe. Besides Dylan isn't ready to be a ring bearer yet, he still has his fits and his anxiety is... no I'm not making excuses, but he's a baby still. Yes, two is a baby to me... didn't I just say I'm reconsidering going to Europe with you? Right. Then accept that, for now, okay? I have to make sure I do everything with good timing, I have a career too. Yeah, I get that, but I'm not sure about you adopting Dylan yet... because his father would have to sign the documents. That could be true, except his father's last name is on the certificate, so I need his permission, or to take him to court. I just don't know if I want that kind of hassle. Yes, I know you want to officially call him your son, but just understand, from my point of view. Listen, I don't want to fight. Not today. Please. I can't deal with that right now. I need some support right now. Okay. Of course. Yeah baby. I'll see you next week. No, I love you more." She gives a flirty giggle and her tears dry up. "Yes, I need your arms around me. Okay, love you. No, you hang up. No, you hang up. Oh gosh, bye." She giggled a lowly, faux giggle. Her emotion meant to be delightfully joyful. But...
It was more painful than anything.
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Bonnie pulled up to Abby's house and by the time she arrived, Dylan was asleep. She took a detour around town to clear her mind to take the chance of not showing up with red eyes from all the crying she kept from the world.
When she pulled into the driveway, her mom and Nik still hadn't shown up, but Damon was outside standing in front of his truck waiting for them.
She didn't look at him. She just got Dylan out of the car, along with the blanket and the diaper bag. She walked furiously passed him and up the porch.
"Bird!" She ignored him. "Bird? Please. I'm sorry. Please don't hate me." She kept focus on the door, and he ran up to her. "Let me help you with all that stuff."
"No. okay. I've been doin' it for damn near two years. Without you! I don't need your help, or you, Doodle."
"That was by your choice, not mine. But that don't matter at this very moment. So, don't do that, not today."
"Today was the day, that was supposed to be about you and Dylan. It ended up bein' the Sybil show again. She always does this. She doesn't want to share you. She wants you to need her and only her. She's not a good woman."
"This ain't about her, okay. Let's not talk about her. It's about me and my son. I deserve the right to spend some time with him."
"I tried today. I tried to give you that, so we could spend time together as a family before I leave. But you, ruined it, when you chased her and left."
"What was I supposed to do? She's here with me. She came for my momma's birthday."
"Yet, she didn't even want you to sing happy birthday to her. She didn't want you to stay and hang out with your friends and family. She's very insecure and jealous. She isn't good for you."
"And who is? You?"
"That's not what I said."
"Good, because I'm bout sick of you thinkin' your better than everyone, and that you don't make mistakes." He said to her inside of the door, of the house.
"This was a mistake, Doodle."
"No. it wasn't. I wanna know my son, I think it only makes sense, I spend some time with him before you leave." She looked at him questionably. "And Sy thinks it's only fair, I get to spend time with him, alone."
"And she is a psycho that can kiss my ass!"
"I mean he's my son, I ain't gone hurt him."
"I know you won't. But he's a little boy, with a testy personality. He has anxiety. He's not just comfortable with anyone."
"I'm not anyone, I'm your husband!" He said it out of habit.
"No, you're not." She said quietly.
"I mean, I'm his daddy. I deserve the right, to get to know him. 'Specially, since I ain't know about him, on account of you." he said following her up the stairs, speaking loud enough to wake up Dylan.
Bonnie stood there quietly, feeling every ounce of betrayal. "Is this your opinion, or does Sybil do all of your thinkin' for you these days."
"Wow, says the woman who spent two years, lyin' to me."
"And you see why, now. You can't even think for yourself. As a father, you have to be willing to make choices and sacrifices for your child, in their best interest. You thinking, I'm gone let you take him, without me... you will have to fight me for the right. I ain't, handing my son to a stranger. Father or not. I won't let anyone bully me when it comes to my child."
He looked at her long and hard. He knew he approached it all wrong. He knew he shouldn't have attacked her emotions. He shook his head and watched her put Dylan to sleep again, as she sang to him. He fell asleep quickly and she gently hoped off the bed, and walked over to him, pulling him near the window, and speaking at a lower level.
"I'm not gonna fight with you. I can't. I don't hate you, and I won't let that woman make me hate you. I know you. I... know... you. This ain't you, Doodle. She's ruining you." Her eyes watered. "No matter what we are goin' through, I'm never gone let no one make me hate you. But, I won't be a pushover. If we are going to try and make the friendship work, for the sake of Dylan, you need to work with me. Not against me. So, the question is... how do we get past this? How do we find happiness again?" She was emotional, and he hated seeing her cry and hurt, because he only knew how to comfort the hurt others caused. He didn't know how to comfort her, when it came to himself or Baylee.
"We do what we always do."
"We can't do what we always do, because you have someone and so do I."
He looked at her like he needed to tell her something but he kept quiet. So he watched her as she gave him the strong front. "You can't lie to me."
"'Bout what?"
"What do you feel for me, Bird? What is it, that you feel for me?"
"Doodle, you're my best friend. My children's father. And I will never hate you. That's all that matters. Nothing else matters." He walked up to Bonnie slowly, while she stood against the bed. "Anything beyond that, is..." he grabbed her subtly and pulled her into him. "is... anything..." he put his face to hers, "Anything, beyond that, is..." his lips touched hers. "Down right crazy." She whispered.
But his tongue knew no bounds when it came to her.
"She interrupted us earlier." Damon said, as his greedy lips spread Bonnie's lips like he needed to taste her.
"No, we can't keep falling into old... patterns..." she tried fighting him, but her hands grabbed him, pulling his belt buckle a loose. He quickly grabbed for her shorts and unbuckled them and pulled them down, and then her panties. "Why do we always go backwards when we find ourselves lost?" She spoke, but continued to pull at his jeans. He leads her backwards into the walk-in closet.
"We never go backwards, we always go home. You're my home." He lifted her legs around his waist, and prepared to enter her body, to sate both of their needs.
"And what if my home is LA?" She asked breathing into his mouth, all the heat of her body, and the need for him raging inside of her. He slowly started touching her warmth with his thumb to get her ready, and she started biting her lip and moaning softly.
"If you think LA's your home, then you're still lying to yourself, about who we are to each other." He paused a second letting her soft moans fill his ears, then whispered in her ear. "Even though I love hearing you make them noises baby girl, I don't want to wake up our son."
Our son. She thought to herself of how beautiful it sounded coming from his lips. How natural it felt. When it still didn't feel natural with her fiancé. Damon took a deep breath before filling her mouth with his tongue to silence her moans. He, adjusted her lifted body with one arm and pulled the closet door closed with the other arm quickly, so he could use both arms to balance their standing position, and she accepted his kiss, but she needed more of him than he was giving. He wasn't moving quick enough for her need. She wanted him inside of her already.
"Hurry," she moaned between kisses. He was readying himself to push into her, and within a split-second Abby knocked on Bonnie's room door, knocking them out of their hungry need for each other. The knock startled Dylan out of his sleep, and he began crying. "Got damnit, woman." Bonnie said to herself as she hopped off Damon, and scrambled for her panties, to put them on and walk to her bedroom door, "What momma? You woke up Dylan, we were taking a nap."
"Oh, sorry baby. I wanted to tell you that I brought you some hoagies from the deli, can I come in? Please? It's important."
"Momma, can it wait, till later please. I promise I'll go to your room or somethin'?"
"No, Nik is stayin' the night, I kinda need to talk before he comes in from brining things in from the car." Bonnie fearful of her mother's need to speak, she kept tying to insist they wait, but Abby just insisted harder. "Please?"
Bonnie opened her door slightly and peeped out. "What is it momma?"
Abby pushed her way inside of the room gently and closed the door. "I was thinkin' I should probably talk to G before I talk to Nik, right?"
"Momma! Not right now, it's not a good time. Please. Give me a few minutes and I'll come talk to you. Let me get Dylan asleep." Bonnie really didn't need Damon hearing more than he had to.
"Okay, I'm sorry baby. I just... I'm scared. I never thought I'd be in this predicament."
"Momma, damnit, I just need a moment." Bonnie said shaking. "Please. Everything isn't about you. I came here for the wedding, and to help, and to put myself at your complete disposal. But at this moment, I just need a few minutes to put my son to sleep, Okay?" She said as her son sat crying.
"Oh gosh, I'm sorry. I'm so selfish. I, didn't mean to. I can help-"
"No," she said calmly, please momma, "just give me a few minutes."
"No, no. Take your time sweetie I'm sorry." Abby quickly left the room and headed back downstairs. Bonnie closed her room door, shaking. She didn't want to yell at her mother. She knew her mother needed her, but she couldn't risk Damon hearing more than he had to, but it may have been too late, as he walked out of the closet, with his pants on, and his face in heavy question. Bonnie looked at him filled with guilt and tried to act as if he didn't hear anything.
"Okay, baby boy. Momma's right here. It's okay." She lifted him in her arms and walked over to her window and bounced him around, singing to him. It took about ten solid minutes. Somewhere in there she prayed Damon forgot about the mentioning of his father from Abby, in such an urgent matter, and she thought his silence was his neglectful hearing. But he was just being patient giving her time to get their son asleep. He didn't want to make it any harder than it was, and he had to admit, he wanted to watch her, with him. It did something to him, to see her in action as a mother. He loved her, and had always wanted to see her as a mother. She was amazing, patient, loving, nurturing, and the memory of her voice offered him some added comfort.
Dylan was finally down and he sat quietly, against her wall with his knees bent up and his elbows resting on them.
"You're very good at that, you know. Patient and tender. But I mean... I always knew you would be. You did for me, for years. Rubbing my scalp with your fingertips, and just... lettin' my mind get lost in your melody. I miss it, so much, most nights." She just sat quietly, listening to him, as she tried to lay Dylan back down. "I ain't never met a woman, as patient, as you, Bird. You just... when you love people, you give them all the time in the world, even when they don't deserve it. Your momma, your daddy... Me."
She looked at him, and remembering where they were just ten minutes ago, in the closet, timing was just always off for the two of them. He stood up and looked out the window seein' his childhood home. "Baby girl, what was your momma talkin' 'bout... regarding G?"
"Oh, I mean... just some personal stuff, you don't want to know."
"Do I... wanna know, OR, need to know somethin'? You ain't keepin' nothin' else from me, are ya? Please, don't withhold anything else from me. Is there somethin' about your momma and G, I should know?"
Bonnie didn't want to lie to him, but she didn't want to betray her mother. She had a choice to make, but at this point, she couldn't betray Abby on something she had no factual knowledge on yet.
"No. everything's fine."
"Why do I feel like you're lyin' to me? I always know when your lyin' and your lyin' right now."
"Doodle, I'm not sure what to say. I just... I can't..." his face dropped in disappointment.
"I get it. Man, things have changed. There was a time, you never told me a lie. And then I went and fucked up. I admit it. I fucked up, and now, you just can't seem to be honest with me. That's probably my fault though. I betrayed you first." Her heart broke watching him feel pain, caused by her. She never liked making him or anyone she loved feel pain. But that face he made, just now, broke her heart. Just like a few nights ago, when he figured out Dylan was his, that look broke Bonnie's heart, because she'd never wanted to hurt the one man, she loved more than anything; and to see the face again, she had to look away.
"Well, I gotta go. Sy's probably havin' a heart attack. Told her I was gone be right back."
Stop him Bonnie. Say something to him. Tell him you love him, miss him, need him now, more than ever.
Her chest sank in again, hearing the words as they left his lips. She just held it all in. And a part of him wanted to see her react, feel, be hurt, say some words in anger, cry... he wanted to feel as though he meant something to her. But she didn't show it. She just concealed it. Selfishly.
He didn't say much, except, "Alright, I'll be in touch about my son."
"Okay, Doodle." She held her stomach as it turned and knotted up, and he left out the way he usually came. The moment he was gone, she bit her lip trying not to cry, but it happened. She didn't want to wake her son, so she went into her closet. The space that reminded her of him. His smell, his touch, his need for her. And she cried. She cried into a shirt, loud and angrily.
Abby heard the sobs from downstairs, somehow, she felt her daughters need and walked upstairs. Gently knocking again, Bonnie didn't give an answer. So, she went to her bedroom and got her skeleton key and unlocked he door and opened the closet to see her daughter in utter pain on the closet floor.
"Baby, what... what happened?"
"Nothin' momma, go away!" Bonnie tried to push Abby away. And Abby hadn't seen Bonnie cry since the day, she found the condom package in Bonnie's room, eight years ago. That feeling took her back to that day and she never did hug Bonnie that night. Sheila told her to give Bonnie space. But she knew in these moments it was wrong to have done that. She should've hugged her daughter that night. She should've told her she didn't hate her, or regret her. She should've let her know she loved her unconditionally, and that nothing would ever change that. But she gave her space, like Sheila told her too, because while Sheila was an amazing grandmother, she wasn't always the best mother. She never hugged Abby.
Abby walked over to her daughter in the closet and sat beside her. "I won't leave you okay. I know it's easy to push me away, and anyone else, because I didn't do a great job of comforting you growing up. But that's my fault, not yours. I'm here and I'm not goin' anywhere." Abby wrapped her arms around Bonnie and held her. "Let it all out, for as long as you want. It's gone be okay. Whatever it is, we can get through it together. I promise. Don't feel like you can't lean on my or cry. Because you can cry for as long as you need to."
"I'm tired momma. I'm very tired of being' this tough girl. My heart can barely open to anyone anymore. I'm just... angry, and sad, and bitter. I just, want to be the girl I was when I was sixteen sometimes. She didn't know much, but she loved hard, and openly." Bonnie wrapped her arms around her mother's waist and burrowed her face in the darkness. "I'm tired of being me."
"Don't say that. You're the best person I know. The most loyal and loving. I wouldn't have survived or even tried if not for you challenging me, and loving me. You're the best thing to EVER have happened to me Bonnie Bennett. You are. And I didn't tell you enough, but you are everything to me, and all I ever wanted was you to have more than me, and better than me. And somewhere along the lines I sabotaged a lot. I don't deserve you as a daughter. But because I have you I'm the most blessed momma in the world. And you... you are the best mother in the world. All your patience with Dylan and the love you give him. Better than I ever was. Don't ever be tired of being you. You're the best person I know."
"I feel like the worst. I feel like if I stay far away, in LA... I can just be that person forever, and never feel pain again."
"Pain is what makes us human. And sweetie pie, you're as human as they come." Abby placed her hands on her dusters back and rubbed, as Bonnie lay her head-on Abby's lap. She gently rubbed her back and... hummed. She hummed the songs she always heard Bonnie hum to Dylan.
Abby's heart broke, but she held her daughter in that closet, until Bonnie fell asleep in her lap. They fell asleep, in the closet together.
Bonnie woke up later to receive a long text from Damon. It read.
I wanna know my son. I'll do this, however you want to, no force. Sorry if I hurt you at all today. You still and always will mean everything to me. He's the most beautiful child I've ever seen. I'm happy that the two of us, are his parents. I wouldn't have it no other way. I love you My little bird.
Doodle
Excerpt Part 12:
"No, I had to drive all the way to Blacksburg last week, I was terrified. Terrified. I'm not normal Bird. I'm not the confident man, I was back then. I'm not the man, you fell in love with. I'm not the same man. I'm a fuckin' mess. And seein' this little boy, is proof I still have somethin' good inside of me. Proof, I'm not the fuck up, I thought I was when you left me."
Bonnie and Damon are trying. They are. They love each other so deeply, that, like I said, they avoid conflict. Which we all know isn't healthy, but they will be honest with one another eventually. Ginny and Stefan are getting friendly, will it last? Abby and Nik are still planning, he wants to sell her house. Next chapter Abby and Ginny have a revelation. Bamon next chapter also.
Thanks for reading!