Our Dance.

Everybody says that it takes just one second. One second to change your whole life. I never realized just how true that was. It was a normal morning. Wesley and I were hanging out, getting some cleaning done, and then when I went to put him down for his nap… everything changed.
“Coming!” I yelled, opening the door.
What I saw made me stop in my tracks and nausea to hit me in a wave.
“Wesley?” I asked, holding my hand over my mouth.
Wesley was standing in my doorstep, shirtless, with his shirt tied around his shoulder with his hand over the shirt.
“Come in, but let me get you one of Niall’s shirts,” I said, running upstairs to our room. I grabbed one of the ones that Niall said he kept for painting old rooms or to basically have a shirt to ruin.
I ran back downstairs to see him no longer in the living room.
“Wesley?” I called, seeing him in the kitchen.
He has a towel in one hand, tweezers, and was looking in our cabinets.
“What in the world are you looking for?” I asked.
“Whiskey, liquor, any type of pure alcohol really,” he said.
I bit my lip and ran back up to our room. Niall kept his hard stuff away from the sight of Wesley and it hadn’t been drunk, honestly.
As I came back down with it, he grabbed it took a swig of it before wrapping the towel in his mouth, with my help.
He then grabbed the tweezers and removed his shirt from his shoulder. I immediately took that as my cue to leave and go vomit, which is exactly what I did.
“You would have been a shitty nurse,” Wesley said as I entered the living room once again.
“I’m pregnant, asshole. The smell of anything can make me vomit,” I snapped.
Everything in him tensed.
“You’re pregnant?” he asked.
“6 weeks, roughly,” I said.
“Please tell me Niall is at work,” he said.
“Yes, he is. You were the one who left me, not him,” I said, making him rub his face like he used to do when he was stressed.
“I did it to protect you,” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“I did it to protect you. My dad was involved in some pretty heavy stuff, and he said that he would give you 250,000 dollars if I helped him out,” he said, making me scoff.
“What did you do with that money?” he asked.
“Most of its in Wesley’s college fund, about 5,000 dollars helped us stayed afloat until I started my job at Dancing with the Stars,” I said, making him smile.
“And if he decides to not go to college? If he becomes like Niall?” he asked.
“Then he will get to do with it what he wants- but he doesn’t get it until he turns 21,” I said.
“You made these decisions by yourself?” he asked.
“It’s just been Wesley and me since he was four, when Niall came along,” I said, making him nod.
“You know you’re a great mother, right? I knew you could do it,” he said.
I was about to respond, when a hard knock was made on the door.
“Are you expecting anybody?” he asked softly, making me shake my head. “Does Niall have a key?” he asked, making me nod.
He cursed softly before running and grabbing his bag from the kitchen and coming back out with a gun drawn. I yelped and ran up a few stairs, where if something happened I could run get Wesley and get the hell out of there, but I could still hear what was going on.
As soon as Wesley opened the door, he cursed.
“Cooper!” he said, excitement and worry in his voice.
He immediately placed the gun down and I came out of hiding.
“…Wesley?” he asked, looking at me.
“You know, a little warning about you coming home would be nice,” I said, hugging him.
“You, sir, are supposed to be dead,” Coop said, pointing at Wesley.
You could tell it was hard for him to be mad, because Cooper had become really close to Wesley. He almost took a dependency discharge due to it.
“Yeah, well things change,” he said.
Right as he said that, we heard a gunshot and immediately hit the ground. Cooper and Wesley both got inside, quickly.
“Who are they after, Wesley? You or me?” he asked, making me snap my head towards him.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“War sometimes follows you home. There is a reason I’ve been honorably discharged,” he said, making my mouth drop open.
“They are going to let you go when you are in danger?” I asked, squealing when I hear another gun shot, going straight through the window.
As soon as I did, I dialed Niall’s phone, praying he would pick up. It was almost time for him to come home and that was the last thing I wanted.
“Niall?” I asked once the ringing stopped.
“Baby? What’s wrong?” he asked, making me jump at another gun shot.
“Whatever you do, stay at the studio until I call you and tell you to come home. Please, just do this favor for me,” I begged, catching myself with Cooper in the room.
“What? Why? Explain to me, Evelina,” he said.
“Please, I’ll explain later. Just please listen to me on this. Stay at the studio,” I begged.
“Okay. I will. Evelina?”
“Yes?” I asked.
“I love you,” he said, making me start crying.
“I love you too,” I said.
After we hung up, I crawled to the stairs before running up them.
“Evelina! Get back here!” Wesley yelled.
“Wesley! Our son is upstairs, probably about to wake up. Don’t you dare stop me from saving him!” I yelled.
“Damn it, Evelina,” he said, running after me.
I ran upstairs, grabbed the gun I kept in my closet, and stuck it in my pants. I then ran to Wesley’s room and, just as I thought, he was sitting up in bed.
“Momma? What’s wrong? Who is this?” he asked, his voice still taken over with sleep.
“I’ll explain later, baby, just come with Mommy and keep your head down,” I said.
Right as I said that, I heard the front door bust open, making me squeal and Wesley Jr. to quietly shut the bedroom door.
“We can’t just leave Cooper down there!” I whisper-yelled.
“Wesley, Momma and I need you to be very quiet, okay?” Wesley said to our son, who nodded frantically.
“Evelina?” he asked, looking at me.
“Yes?” I asked, frantic.
“Thank you for giving me everything I wanted in the world. I love you. That’s all I want you to know,” Wesley said, kissing my cheek before sneaking out the door.
Gunshots were heard as Wesley and I hid in his closet and we didn’t know what was going on down there. We froze when the familiar squeaking of Wesley’s bedroom door rang through our ears.

Notes

:) I love you guys, but y'all asked for Wesley (dad) to be mentioned.. so my mind thought of this chapter.
A little cliff hanger for you all.
Oh. I'm back. No more fillers, which I'm aware is pretty much all this story is. So, I apologize for that. Not saying there won't be fluff chapters, because there will be. I mean, how else are you going to find out everyone's reactions to the pregnancy/the baby's gender. :)
Love you guys!
Let me know what you think!