You’re My Dream

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Honesty

I start working on the song again. I'm trying to hold back my tears.

"Arryn," Ric whispers. I turn to look at him. He takes a deep breath.

"That night...." He pauses. "Actually, let me start from the day before. After my show, I went to a club with Jason. Well, he basically dragged me." He chuckles. "We were drinking a bit, and I was buzzing. Jason was being Jason and chasing after girls. I was sitting there, letting him have a good time. Out of nowhere, the wicked witch ambushed me and starting sitting on my lap, and kissed me. I wasn't drunk, but my reflexes were off a bit, so I reacted too late to push her off right away. I lost my phone. Well, actually, she took it. I didn't know she took it until a few months later. Anyways, I went straight back to the hotel and fell asleep. The next day, I went through the day, hungover, of course. After the show that night, Jason convinced me again to go to a bar. I just wanted to go back to the hotel to talk to you. I was going to ask him to use his phone to call you and at least let you know that I lost my phone. I only had two drinks, but I started to feel really drunk, and the room was spinning, and I blacked out. The next thing I knew, I was waking up to you yelling at the wicked witch and me in my bed."

He paused, and his eyes were watering. He was trying to hold back tears, and so was I. He took another deep breath.

"After you left, I kicked her out and went to Jason's room so he could go get you so I could explain everything. He came back without you, and I started to put two and two together. I called a doctor, and they took my blood and swabbed my mouth. There were opened condoms on the floor."

As he started to go into detail, my eyes widened, and I started to fill bile come up. I don't want to know all the details of him cheating on me. He must have noticed my face.

"No, no, no. I didn't fuck her. She drugged me. She made it look like something happened. The condoms were opened but empty. My blood has traces of the drugs in them, and the mouth swabs only had my saliva. There weren't any traces of hers."

"I'm confused. How do you know you didn't sleep with her? Just because the condoms weren't used? She was still naked in your bed."

He blows out a breath of air. "The drug she used would have made it impossible for me to get hard. My dick was dead." He chuckles. I nod my head so he can continue.

"After the doctors left, and we collected everything for my lawyers to have, I flew back to LA so I could explain and prove that I didn't cheat on you. When we got back to our apartment, you were already gone. That's when Jason showed me the picture. At the time, he didn't know how he got it. I was pissed, so I didn't try to talk to you. Then you and Damien moved to New York. I also kept getting pics of both of you together. So it just solidified that you were together. But after I saw you in the park, and you said you weren't with Damien, I looked into things. The wicked witch got someone to take a video of her on my lap. She kissed me and sent it to you. She also paid someone to slip the drug into my drink. She also paid someone to take pics of you and Damien together here and send them to me."

I opened my mouth to ask a question, but he spoke again before I could.

"Also, I am not and have not been in a relationship with the wicked witch. She's just spinning bullshit."

I furrow my brows. "Okay, Who's the wicked witch?''

He laughs loudly. "Rebecca. That's what Jason and I call her."

"Oh." It's all I can say at the moment. I try to process everything. My mind feels like it's going to explode.

"Are you with anyone?" He asks quietly. I shake my head quickly. He smiles slightly.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick," I say and stand up and leave the room.

As I enter the bathroom, I wet my face. He didn't cheat on me. He isn't with her. Is he with someone else? Should I ask? He asked if I was with someone. He didn't talk to me this whole time because he thought I was with Damien. What does all this mean? Ugh. I'm getting a headache. I look at my watch. I need to check on the twins. My eyes widen. I gasp. Should I tell him about the twins? If all this wouldn't have happened, would we still be together? Would he have been happy to be a dad? Fuck, what am I gonna do? I need to tell him. I'm going to tell him after I ask him a few questions.

I walk back to the recording room, and he is working on his single. He looks up and smiles brightly at me. I smile back. It feels like old times. My heartbeat quickens. Can I tell him? Will he be mad?

"What's got your mind turning?" He jokes.

I sit down and look at him. "Are you with anyone?"

His brows shoot up. "No. I'm not with anyone. I haven't been with anyone since you, Arryn." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.




"Before you sang the song at the awards, you said, 'this is for you and then again today, who was that for?"

He cocks his head to the side. "Do you really want to know?"

I stare at him. Do I really want to know?

"Yes," My voice is quiet.

He grabs my hand. "For you."

I stiffen.

"All my songs are for you. Listen to them when you get a chance."

I feel butterflies erupt in my stomach. I need to tell him.

"Alaric," I whisper. He inhales sharply.

"The twins are yours," I whisper so quietly I don't think he hears me.

He pales. ''Wh- wh- what?'' He stutters out.

I clear my throat. "The kids I said that were Hanna's. They are actually mine. Well, ours."

He stands up quickly and runs his fingers through his hair.

"You're joking. This has to be a fucking joke Arryn" His voice is harsh and raspy.

"No, I'm not."

He starts pacing back and forth. I stare at him, waiting for him to ask me something or yell.

"No, they can't be mine. You said they were two. We broke up over 3 years ago, Arryn. Why are you lying to me?" His voice raises.

"They turn three next week."

He stops pacing and stares at me.

"When did you find out you were pregnant?''

"The day I flew out to see you."

"Fuck! That's why you were sick? And then you flew out to tell me?" His voice is shaky. His eyes glisten.

I nod my head.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He chokes out.

I feel the tears prick my eyes. "I wanted to, but then I heard Rebecca everywhere talking about y'all back together and everything." I try to hold back my tears, remembering how I felt when I heard the news.

He finally sits down. Tears are rolling down his face. He puts his head in his hands. I can see he is shaking.

"What are their names?" He whispers. He looks at me, and my heart breaks all over again.

"Alaric Hayes Saunders and Allyn Hayes Saunders," I choke out.

He starts crying even more. "Were you ever going to tell me? Do they know anything about me?" His voice is raspy. If I weren't a mess, I'd be turned on right now by the sound of his voice.

"No, I wasn't. They are still little, so I never mentioned you."

"Who knows?"

"Just Damien and Hannah."

He puts his head in his hands again.

I give him a moment. I wipe my tears and slow down my breathing.

He looks back at me. "Can I see them?''

I pause for a moment. "yes, give me a minute. I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?"

"To get them."

His eyes widen. "They are here?"

I laugh a little. "Yeah. You demanded we work together today, and it's Hannah's day off. I didn't want to get sued, so Damien volunteered to watch them for a bit."

He looks at me guiltily. "I'm sorry about that. I wasn't really going to sue you or Damien. I just really wanted to see you."

I sigh. "I know. But I couldn't take that chance. So I came. I'll be back."

He nods his head.

I get up and walk out the door. I try to shake off my nerves. I really hope I'm not making a mistake by letting him meet them.
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