Our Dance.

Cancer is a bitch, honestly. I hated it, but most importantly, I hated the fact that my son, my Wesley, had it.
I was sitting in my room, leaned against the headboard. I had my knees pressed to my chest. I was worried out of my mind. I can’t lose Wesley. I just can’t do this.
“Love, it’ll be okay,” Niall said as he walked out of Wesley’s room.
Wesley hasn’t wanted to look at me, completely different from Niall, who he has been clinging to for a few weeks, ever since my parents went back to Auburn.
“No! Everything won’t be okay! You want to know why?”
“Why?”
“Because he hates me, Niall! My own fucking son hates me!” I screamed.
“He doesn’t hate you, Evelina,” Niall said calmly.
“Oh. He doesn’t? Then why every time I walk into his room, he runs out and runs to you? Why does he avoid my hugs like I have the plague? Please, if my son doesn’t hate me explain why he is doing that!”
“Because he’s scared of hurting you!” Niall yelled.
“That’s a load of horseshit!”
“Why is it so hard for you to believe that your four-year-old is petrified that he isn’t going to make it?”
“Because we told him that death wasn’t even a risk! The tumor is gone, Niall! You know that just as much as I do that it’s gone.”
“The tumor is back, Evelina! You should know that!”
“Well I would know that if I was allowed inside the room at his doctor visits, but he won’t even let me do that!”
“Well, I wonder why, Evelina?! It’s not like you have been diving into work, making up all of these routines.”
“Dance is my escape, Niall! You out of everyone else should know that!”
“Well, maybe you should stop trying to escape the situation and start helping our son get through this!”
“Excuse me?!”
“You heard me!”
“You have on absolutely no fucking right to tell me how to raise my son! He’s not yours. He’s not ours. He’s mine. He doesn’t have the last name Horan, and he never fucking will.”
“And why the fuck won’t he?”
“Because I won’t!”
Everything went silent and the tension was so sharp that you could cut through it like butter.
“Niall, I-”
“Save it. Just fucking save it, Evelina. What was that quote that you told me? Oh yeah. ‘Dating with no intent to marry is like going to the grocery store with no money. You either leave disappointed or take something that isn’t yours.’”
My breath caught.
“Niall, I-”
“Seriously, just fucking save it Evelina. I get it. Have a nice life because I’m done, we’re done!”
He then turned and walked straight out the door, slamming the bedroom door behind him. I then heard the front door slam shut, making the walls shake.
“Momma?”
“Wesley, what are you still doing up?”
“I was asleep, but heard yelling. Momma, where’s Daddy?”
“He went out.”
“He’s not coming back, is he Momma?”
I then broke down.
Wesley ran to me, hugging me as tight as he could.
“Momma, I’m sorry.”
“And what for?”
“Not letting you go through this with me.”
“Oh, baby, Momma’s sorry too.”
“What for?”
“Escaping this without you.”
He smiled softly.
“Now, come on, let’s get to bed.”
“Can I sleep with you, Momma?”
“Of course, baby.”
“Momma?”
“Yes, Wesley?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, to the moon and beyond.”
I then cuddled with my son that night.
No matter what the internet says about not letting your children sleep with you, I needed this just as much as he did.
I was honestly scared, heartbroken, worried, and confused.
Where did Niall go?
Was he going to leave Wesley’s life because of this?
That was my last thought before I fell asleep, holding my son.

Notes

Don't hate me!
I actually had this planned for a while, so please don't hate me! :)
Some people like to ease you into drama, I just thought I would hit it head on.
I hope you all like the start of the sequel to Dancing with a Star. Make sure you read that first or this story will make no sense!
Love you all!
Also, if someone knows how to make covers, could y'all make me one? I suck at them...
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