You’re My Dream

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Alaric's POV

I pace back and forth while I wait for Arryn to bring my kids. I can't believe it. I have kids. I'm pissed off that she didn't tell me. They are almost three! She said she wasn't ever going to tell me.

But then I think about what she's been through. I just let her go so easily. I didn't try to explain what happened the night she came to the hotel. I was such a dick after she thought I cheated on her. Well, I thought she cheated on me, so I felt justified at the time. Now, I feel guilty.

It feels like I've been waiting for hours when it's only been 5 minutes. I need to get my head straight. I don't want to offend her if I ask for a DNA test. She did say they weren't mine. Well, she didn't say they were hers either.

Fuck. I don't know what to do. I want to see them. She named my son after me. I'll have to ask about my daughter's name. Maybe I can convince her to give them my last name, even though it's their middle name. We will have to sit down and talk a lot of things through.

As I'm still pacing, I hear the doorknob turn, and I freeze. I see the door open, and I hold my breath. This is it.

She walks in first with a grim look on her face. Please don't tell me that she changed her mind.

Then I see Damien walk in, and he is shooting daggers at me. Well, he better get over whatever problem he has quick if these are my kids.

Then I look down and see the boy and the girl holding hands. I exhale slowly. I can't see them clearly because they wear hats, just like the first time I caught a glimpse of them.

She grabs both of their hands and brings them closer to me. Damien stands back, standing like a fuckin guard.

"Ric, this is Alaric and Allyn. Kids, this is Ric, your dad." As she introduces us, she pulls off their hats, and they look into my eyes.

I look at Allyn first, and she has bright blue eyes like her mom and slightly tan skin, but every other facial feature looks just mine, and she has my light brown hair.

Then I look over to Alaric, and I inhale sharply. He is a carbon copy of myself. He has the same golden-brown eyes, light brown hair, and pale skin.

I smile at them, and I know that I don't need a damn DNA test just from looking at them. These kids are mine.

Little Allyn looks at me and smiles. "Daddy?"

"Yes, baby girl, I'm your daddy." My voice slightly cracks. I look over at Alaric, and he is clingy to his mom's leg, but he has a small smile on his face.

Allyn pulls her mom's hand so she can crouch down to her. She whispers something in her ear, and Arryn smiles and nods her head.

Suddenly both kids rush towards me. I kneel so I am level with them, and they both hug me. My eyes glisten, and I hold back a sob. I can't believe I am holding my children.

I look up at Arryn, and she is smiling but crying as well. I hold them for as long as they will let me. I feel Alaric's little hands push my shoulders, so I release them. I expect them to go back to their mom, but they stay in front of me. I don't know what to say, so I stare at them in awe.

I look up and see Arryn talking to Damien in hushed tones. He looks pissed, and she looks like she wants to cry.

I stand up and sit in the chair. I'm about to ask them some questions, but Arryn speaks before I can.

"Hey babies, Uncle Damien is going to take you to get something to eat while I'll talk to your daddy for a bit, ok?"

They both look at me and then back to their mom. They give me a big hug and walk over to Damien.

"I'll see you soon, kids." I really hope I do see them soon.

They both say bye at the same time and leave with Damien.

Arryn takes a seat next to me and looks at me with unshed tears. I pull her chair a little closer, and I cup her cheek and rub my thumbs on her cheek. She leans into my hand and closes her eyes.

"What now?" I whisper. I hope she doesn't plan to keep them from me.

"What do you want to happen now, Ric?" She asks softly. I drop my hand from her cheek, but I grab her hand. I missed touching her so fuckin much.

"I want to be a part of their lives, Arryn. I missed so much already. Please don't keep them from me."

She sighs, "First, we need to get a DNA test for them."

I straighten up in my chair and squeeze her hand a little bit. "Is there a chance that they aren't mine?" I'm afraid to ask, but I need to know.

She shakes her head quickly. "No, they are absolutely yours. I mean, look at them. They look just like you. Besides Allyn's eye color and skin color, they are copies of you."

"Exactly, baby. The moment I saw them, I knew they were mine. I wasn't going to ask for a test."

"Damien said because of who you are, that I need to have documentation so that legally no one could dispute them or think I'm using them as publicity for me. He said some other legal terms, but I zoned out." She chuckles a bit.

I nod my head a bit. "Very true. I'll do it, but I have no doubt they are mine. I do not deny them one bit."

"We will need to talk about a visitation schedule. I feel they are still too young for you to take them across the country from me, and I know I can't expect you to travel back and forth so much because of your touring schedule and everything. I also can't fly to LA much because of my schedule. But you can call and FaceTime them as much as you please. And-"

I cut her off. "Baby, I'm going to move here."

"What?" She squeaks out.

"I was already planning to move here when I saw you at the park. I know I fucked up 3years ago, but I was hoping that we could try again. The fact that we have the twins just solidified my plans."

She opens her mouth to speak but closes it and furrows her brows. "You are moving here? To New York?"

"Yep"

"What about your life in LA? You're just going to give all that up?" Her voice is shaky. She thinks I haven't thought this through.

"I have nothing important in LA. Jason is there, but he's coming too. Damien has this studio here, so no issue with working and recording. I'm on the east coast a lot for shows and concerts anyway. I want to make my life here, with you and the twins."

Her eyes glisten again. "M-m-me?"

I squeeze her hand. "Yes, you. I still love you."

Tears roll down her cheek. "I can't. Not yet. We have to think about the twins."

I nod my head. She's right. But I'll make her see that we belong together. "We will take this slow. I have Jason looking for apartments for me here. I'll tell him to look for houses instead. Do you own your...?"

She shakes her head. "Apartment. We are just renting. I wasn't sure if I wanted to stay here once the twins started school."

"Oh. Where were you thinking of moving to?" Maybe she wants to go back to LA? I don't know if that's better for the twins.

"I don't know. Maybe a small town. Someplace I wouldn't be known, or they wouldn't care that I'm a somewhat singer." She sounds unsure of what to call herself.

"Baby, you ARE a singer and a damn good one. So you're saying you don't want anyone to know you have kids, or you don't want the kids to be known?"

"I don't care if people know I have kids. I hid them because I didn't want you to know. And I also don't want them to be all over the internet or anything ridiculous. I want them to live normal lives." She says softly. I know she's not trying to hurt me by saying she was hiding them from me. But it still hurts. If I didn't pursue her, I wouldn't have ever known about my children.

"Well, that's a lot to think about, considering their father is the artist of the year. They will live normal lives, but it will just be somewhat different from what we had growing up."

She sighs. "Yes, I know. I'll have to rethink everything."

"Can I see you and the kids tonight? We can talk more about everything, and I can get to know them better." I give a puppy dog face. I hope she says yes. I want to see her and the twins. I want to get to know them.

"Yes. You can come to dinner. I'll text you my address. What's your number?" She pulls out her phone.

"I still have the same number. Unless you deleted my contact." I smirk at her.

She shakes her head."No, I didn't. I tried but never could. I have a different number, though."

"Yeah, I know." I try not to sound defeated. In a few moments of weakness, I called her, and her number was disconnected, but I continued to do so.

She cocks her head to the side but doesn't comment any further. She looks at her phone and starts texting. I feel my phone vibrate, so she must have sent me her address.

"Is 4 ok?"

She chews her bottom lip. I inhale quietly. I want to kiss her and feel her soft lips.

"Yeah, that's fine."

She stands up, so I stand up with her. "I have to get going and take the twins home. I have some equipment at home so I can work on your song more."

I try to hide my surprised expression. "You're still going to work on my song?"

"Well yeah. I can't afford to get sued by the asshole artist. I have kids to take care of," she laughs. Damn, I missed her laugh.

I laugh with her. "Well, it better be good then."

She smirks. "Isn't it always? I mean, they always knock you out of the top spot."

I grab my chest and gasp in fake hurt. "How could you?"

She laughs harder and pushes me away from a little. I missed this so much. I will do anything I can to get her back.

"I'll see you later, Ric." She walks out of the door without waiting for me to respond.

I watch her leave and hope this isn't the last time I see her.
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