Our Dance.

The door squeaked and I immediately drew my gun and pulled off the safety. As soon as I saw it was Cooper, I let me breath out and put the safety back on.
“It’s done. Wesley, buddy, you stay here and play with your toys. Momma needs to come help me with something,” he said, looking at me.
We both nodded and Wesley went to play, while I held my gun by my side.
What I saw downstairs made me gag. There were three bodies, blood pouring out of their heads and other body parts.
“Where is he?” I asked, looking around.
Cooper bit his lip, looking at the door.
“He had to leave, Eve. They came for him and he knows that him being here was putting Wesley and you both in danger. He can’t have that, he said especially you,” he said, making my heart ache.
He left, not for himself, but for Wesley, myself, and my unborn child. Cooper handed me a note, making me furrow my eyebrows.
“He said that he’s been saving this for a day he came back, so now is the time,” Cooper said, making me open it and sit on the couch.
Dear Evelina,
This is so hard. I came back on accident, a moment of weakness, but I can’t bring myself to regret it. Wesley is everything I knew he would be. You are an amazing mother and I know as Wesley grows older, he’ll make mistakes. I know you will handle them with grace. I’m really glad you have Niall. Keep him, but don’t keep that promise you made to Wesley. Yes, I was there on the day he was born… and all the following days.
I love you, Evelina, and I’m so glad you have moved on. I should let you know what I’ve been doing. Well, most I can’t tell you, but I can tell you that I have a fiancé again. Yes, she knows about you and Wesley. I work with her. She is watching me write this actually. Soon, in the mail, you will receive many letters addressed to both Niall and Wesley. I have two requests for these letters: that you don’t read them, and give the letters to them when the letters say to on the front.
You probably wonder what the hardest part of leaving is. Well, that would be not being there to see Wesley grow up and knowing that I will never be able to. Please, tell Wesley the truth when he asks about me, at least when he is old enough to understand and not tell the world. Tell him that I love him… and you. Everything in this letter is true. I’m keeping my vows. I will love you forever, but please don’t keep yours. I’m a terrible man and you deserve to be able to give your whole heart to Niall. Niall deserves that as well. From now on, I will be gone from your life and Wesley’s life… forever. I love you, Evelina. Goodbye.
Love,
Wesley Jr.
I wiped my tears. To me, this letter proves that he is a good man. I wish I could talk to him. Tell him that Wesley and I both want him in our lives. I then heard a coughing sound and turned to see Niall standing there, looking at the bodies.
“Coop called me. He said that you would need me and took Wesley. Said you would either be zoned out, frantically cleaning, or both,” he said.
I then actually looked at the floor and realized that there weren’t bodies anymore… just blood stains. Big huge blood stains covered over living room carpet.
“They had families,” I choked out before bursting into tears.
“Hey, love, come here,” he said, pulling me off the couch and into his arms.
I rested my head against his chest, thankful he was wearing a dark t-shirt, as I cried into his chest.
“They did have families, but they knew that too, and they still tried to hurt yours. I know this is hard, but I’m here. Wesley is going to need your help. I would say therapy, but I’m not sure that you both can open up about what happened.”
“I don’t want therapy. Let’s just get this cleaned up and go get our son. I just want to spend time with my family,” I said, wiping my tears.
So, we did. We both got buckets and scrubbed the floor, ridding our floor of blood stains. I stopped after a while and cooked us supper- since Rachel and Cooper are feeding Wesley.
Following supper, we both continued to clean. Thankfully, since it was still fresh- it was easier to clean up. It was nine o’clock when we went to get Wesley.
As soon as we arrived back home, Wesley looked at me.
“Momma, can I sleep with you and Daddy tonight?” he asked, in between yawns.
My heart broke at the thought of my son being too scared to sleep in his own bed.
“Of course, baby. Come on,” I said, picking him up and walking up the stairs.
We then went to bed. Wesley’s arms were around his teddy, my arms were around Wesley, and Niall’s arms were around both of us.
I wish I could say that we all slept like angels that night, but it was the exact opposite.
Wesley woke up screaming from a bad dream, and if it wasn’t Wesley, it was me.
I woke up in a dark room, alone.
“Niall?” I called.
“Evelina?” I heard his voice echo.
As soon as I found him, his body changed. His smile turned evil and he then flashed, me seeing him lying there- dead.
I shot up, breathing heavily.
“Sh. Baby, it’s okay. They’re gone. It was just a bad dream,” Niall said, rubbing my arm.
I calmed my breathing and nodded, laying back down.
We then drifted off. Wesley and I went with Niall the next day, making rumors fly.
We didn’t care though.
Wesley and I weren’t okay and I couldn’t be myself.
“Hey, Eveli?” Niall asked, making me look at him and hum. “I love you and absolutely nothing is going to change that.”
I loved him more than anything… I just hope that he stays true to that, because everything is… different.

Notes

Hey everybody! :)
So, I honestly had this written for a few days I just never got a change to type it out.
Let me know what you think. :)
Also, forgot to say this in the last update, but CONGRATS to the beautiful @MelissaStylesInStyle for winning Best Niall Horan Fanfiction for We Took A Chance. It's amazing and I highly suggest you all go read it.
Well, night lovelies!