Our Dance.

When I arrived at Rachel’s, Wesley had just gone to sleep. With his treatments, he has grown extremely tired. Doctor recommended we let him sleep when he gets tired because that way his body and mind has a time to take a break, making it easier on him to defeat the cancer.
“Rachel, I need to talk to you,” I said.
“Uh oh, this can’t be good. What’s up?”
“Okay, so I had this extremely generous offer donated today by someone I haven’t heard from in months.”
“Niall?”
“It was one of the boys, because when I asked them for their name for the t-shirts, they said just put Modest! Management.”
“Okay, right. So, where is this getting good?”
I smiled and curled my feet under me, getting comfortable.
“I called Harry to see if it was him, even though we haven’t talked for a few days. Well, he was with Niall.”
“Let me guess, Niall heard and got mad at Harry?”
“He started to, but I told him that I contacted Harry first to check up on him, see if he was okay.”
“What did Niall say?”
“He got all mad. He said ‘why the fuck would I be okay?’. I told him because he dumped me, not the other way around. He then said ‘oh, because I’m just supposed to fucking ignore the fact that you said that would never marry me!’. I, of course, got mad and said some things I shouldn’t have.”
“What did you say, Evelina?”
“I’m glad I said that. Made me realize who he really was.”
“Oh, Eve.”
“I know! Okay! I know! He then said ‘me? Seriously? I’m the problem?’.”
“What did you say to that?” she asked eagerly.
I smiled at my best friend. She loved boy drama, unless it became too much.
“’I’m sorry, did I stutter?’”
“Ow. Get him.”
I immediately lost it in laughter, before remembering what happened after that. I immediately broke into tears, probably making Rachel think I was mentally unstable. The worst part was I had no clue if they were due to anger, frustration, heartbreak, or hatred.
“Evelina, what’s wrong?”
I tried to calm down, but it wasn’t working very well. Rachel hugged me, which made me cry so much harder.
“It g-go-t s-s-su- so m-mu-much w-wuh-wor-worse,” I stuttered.
“Oh, Eve, what happened?”
I wiped my tears. I made myself a promise a month ago I would stop crying over him, since he obviously didn’t care.
“So, I told you that I told him that when Wesley was first born and after my parents went back to Auburn, Luke’s mom first took him because she knew I was suffering from postpartum depression and the depression of my husband dying, so I was basically on suicide watch and since I love my child, DHR recommended that I give him to somebody close to me where I can still see him, but where I didn’t have the opportunity to drive off a bridge.”
“Yeah, you told me all of that.”
“Well, that’s where he got what was said next.”
“Oh gosh. What did he say?”
“No you didn’t. I’m sorry that I got pissed when I found out that you were an effing gold-digger. How many times have you lost Wesley? Probably so many times because your dead husband’s mom looks after him so much. Is he even your effing dead husbands kid?”
Rachel’s mouth dropped open.
“Oh it gets better. I replied with ‘you’re such a fucking asshole’. He replied with the stupid ‘I’m sorry bitch, I can’t hear you over my nonexistent tears, because I really don’t care what you say.’.”
“That little,” Rachel said, standing up.
“Rachel, no.”
“He moved in next door yesterday. Wanna come?” she asked.
“You just forgot to mention it?”
“No, I was going to tell you in person.”
“Oh. Yeah, actually sounds good.”
I went to check on Wesley and saw him asleep in Rachel’s bed. I smiled and went back down to Rachel.
“Let’s hurry. I don’t want him waking up and thinking we’ve left him.”
We ran to Niall’s apartment and knocked.
The worse part? Niall didn’t answer the door. It was some chick that I no clue who she was and she was in Niall’s clothes.
“Hi! Are you friends of Niall’s?”
“Nicole! What did I tell you about answering the door?” Niall yelled, walking up to the door shirtless.
“Oops.”
I saw Niall roll his eyes before turning and realizing it was Rachel and me.
“Evelina, it’s not-” he started, making me hold my hands up.
“I don’t care. I was just coming over to let you know that Wesley stays with Rachel during the day. If you step one foot into that apartment, Rachel will tell me and I will get a restraining order against you,” I hissed.
“Did you- did you take that job?”
“Not that it concerns you, but it’s on hold. I told them I couldn’t take it at this exact moment due to Wesley’s treatments.”
Niall looked down at his feet, so I turned and started walking towards Rachel’s apartment.
“Eveli! Wait!”
I immediately stopped and stiffened.
“You no longer have any right to call me that,” I hissed.
“Sorry, it just slipped.”
“I’m sure it did,” I said sarcastically.
“Look, just let me write you that check.”
“For the donation?”
“No, for child support.”
“Woah, Niall. You are not Wesley’s father. I can’t and won’t take any money for him. Despite what you think, I’m not a gold-digging whore," I said, throwing his own words back at him.
“Wow, that hurt.”
“What?”
“Hearing you say I wasn’t Wesley’s father.”
“You aren’t. Your name isn’t on his birth certificate, my husband’s is. Words do hurt, don’t they Niall?”
“Okay, so you are mad.”
“Did you really think I wouldn’t be?”
“You are so calm.”
“On the outside.”
Niall cracked a smile, but I was dead serious.
“Let me explain last night.”
“What? Are you going to tell me that you were drunk and hearing my voice for the first time in months made all the pain come back?”
Niall’s eyes widened.
“Good guess.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You do know that Harry called me when he was with you once, right? I was having a nervous breakdown and even he couldn’t calm me down, so he called me. I heard your voice, it helped because I just started bawling my eyes out.”
“Why were you having a nervous breakdown? Is Wesley okay?”
“For your information, he actually is doing a lot better. He grew an immunity to the chemo, so he’s started radiation.”
About that time, Wesley ran out of Rachel’s house in tears.
“Mommy?” Wesley called, sounding so scared.
I immediately ran over to him, hoping to God he didn’t see Niall.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“I was scared you left like Daddy.”
“Momma’s here, baby. Always,” I said, hugging him tightly.
I then lifted him and walked back into the apartment.
“Let’s go home and have a Momma-and-me night. Sound good?”
Wesley looked at me with a toothy smile and nod, which made my heart feel like it was about to burst.
“Come on, buddy.”
That night, we walked out of Rachel’s apartment like we have the past four months since Niall left our lives.
We left happy, knowing that we had each other to help us fight our battles.
I left knowing my son was way too mature for his age, but knowing he had to when he was faced with death at the age of four.

Notes

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