Sincere Love | Theodore Nott

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PIPER

"But he's mine?"

"Yes he's yours," I say rolling my eyes and walking inside, knowing he's going to follow after me.

And I was right, he walks in and closes the door behind him, sitting on the couch in front of the one I was sitting on.

"When did you find out?"

"A month after you 'died', I was already a week pregnant before that," I say not looking at him.

"What's his name?"

"Theo," I mutter under my breath.

"He's named after me?"

"Yes he is, I didn't know what else to name him," I shrug.

"Can I see him?" He asks.

"He's sleeping right now," I say.

"When can I?"

"How about never?" I ask then walk to the kitchen.

"He's my son, are you really mad at me for trying to protect you?"

"Yes I am, you could've told me that you weren't died, who would I tell?"

"It wasn't my plan, it was my fathers. You don't know how bad I wanted to call you, almost every night I tried to sneak out and come to see you but he caught me before I could."

"And where were you? For the three years?" I ask.

"My father bought a house, I stayed there, it was just outside of town."

"You know, I cried myself to sleep every night for the first year, but I had to get over it because I thought you weren't going to come back."

"You think I didn't either, I tried so hard to not blow my cover. I did it to protect you Piper!" He says slightly raising his voice.

"Protect me?! I don't fucking care! You could've at least called me!" I yell.

"Why can't you understand that I couldn't! If I did then I would actually be laying six feet deep in the ground!"

"You don't fucking know how I felt!"

"Neither do you!" He yells back.

"Mommy?" I hear from the stairs.

"Shit," I mutter before pushing past him and going to Theo.

"Who's yelling?" He asks rubbing his eyes.

"It's just the tv, I'm sorry baby. Let's get back to bed," I smile and tuck him back in.

I lay down with him until he falls asleep, even after he falls asleep I wait a few minutes, hoping by the time I go downstairs Theo's gone.

I walk downstairs and don't see him anywhere, I sigh happily and walk to the kitchen. Pouring myself a cup of coffee. But then I hear footsteps behind me, I turn and make eye contact with Theo.

"Get out," I mutter not wanting to deal with him.

"Baby, just forgive me. I don't get how it's such a big deal," he says.

"It may not be one for you but for me it is, Theo thinks that he doesn't have a fucking dad. How am I supposed to show you to him? 'Oh look Theo, this is your dad, he pretended to be dead for 3 years but came back now!'"

"I can come back tomorrow and do it myself, please?"

I stare at him for a few seconds before rolling my eyes and throwing my hands up.

"Fine, come back tomorrow," I say then go upstairs.

"Don't you have to look the door?"

"Fuck," I mutter then walk back downstairs.

I walk him out and he walks out the door, but before I can close the door he puts his foot in the way to stop me from closing it. I open my mouth to say something but his lips on mine stop me from saying a word. Before I can react he's in his car and drives off.
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