A/N: I do not know that man's, mama name so we made one up. Is her name Rosa? Prolly not. Do I care? No!
He just cute and make a bop or two I'm not here to make every aspect of his life match this book cause it's fictional. A lie, a story, a figment of my imagination. So if I see comments on the accuracy of his family members names I will reply to you that I don't care, cause it's not my....let's say it together....business.

Plus like also respecting his privacy, I remember when the fans on IG found his daddy I'm like damn bruh can't have shit to himself.

Killian Rubis Andrade
Casablanca, Morocco

I wake up to an empty bed, but a note on the night table and it's Oakley telling me he'd see me soon. The cocktail of different wines still had my head spinning, as I laid back onto the thick cloud like sheets.

I grabbed my phone and called him, just to hear his voice because after last night I missed it. I missed his warmth near me.

"Yes princess?" The baritone and straight to business tone of his voice made me giddy, and blush like a little school girl.

"Hi." I squeak out, and he chuckled over the line.

"I'm on my way back okay?"

"Okay see you in a few." I hang up and then go take a shower, and complete my hygiene routine before sitting on the bed waiting for him to come back.

A random London number appeared in my text bar, pulling down there was a picture sent. A baby...dressed in boy clothes, he looked so familiar. Like the little boy from dream with brown eyes, and a gummy chubby cheeked smile.

Maybe: Rose Caesar
Hi Killian, welcome home!
Found this picture of Oakley I wanted to share, my handsome son shine.

I smiled at Roses message, and sent the heart reaction to the photo.

Killian:
Hi Ms. Rose! Super cute.
He was quite large lol.

Rose:
Oakley wanted adult food with no teeth, be careful when you drop one they will weigh 8-9 pounds fresh out.

I burst into laughter because she was so forward, but in the funniest and cutest ways possible. The door opened and I still couldn't stop giggling, he stepped where I could see him and raised his brow. 

Opening the picture I showed him, "Mmcht this flipping lady man." He groaned rolling his eyes.

"Stop you were so cute. Look at those cheeks." I kneel up onto my knees and crawl to him holding my arms out waiting to feel his body on mine.

His body melts into mine as I wrap my arms around his neck, his face his nuzzled into my neck and he takes a deep breath pressing his lips to my skin. Large warm hands slid down my back, past my butt and pulled my legs forward so I'd wrap my legs around his waist.

Walking us over to the seating area he sat down in the large chair that viewed the beach that lined the hotel shores. We sat in silence as he ran his hand up and down my back, I had secretly been staring at his baby picture the entire time thinking about my dream boy.

He looked so similar to the baby in my dreams it was almost scary, how the only difference was the eye color.

"I love you." I feel the vibration of his baritone in his chest and the words crystal clear, and I'm speechless again like last night. I thought maybe he'd only said it because thats some times what people in relationships said during or after sex.

I look at him, because I want to see his eyes so I know if he's lying or not. "Again." I make my demand clear, and the faintest smile grazes his lips.

"I Oakley, love you, Killian." His tiny pupils grow momentarily, and those words are my favorite song on a continuous loop in my head.

"What? So you don't love me too?" Oakleys playful tone causes me to smile, "So much." I lean in and I never want to not remember this moment.

"I know." He gloats before his hand rests gently on my neck pulling me into a passionate make out session. His hands are heavy on my body, and neither of us want to come up for air. My head is spinning from the exchange, and my phone drops hitting the floor the case snaps off and the contents of my case spills onto the floor.

Turning our heads to the sound, there's the folded up ultrasound picture sitting on the floor. It'd been two years and some days the situation still felt fresh. Slipping off of his lap he reached down and picked up the picture and my phone, handing me my phone he opened the picture.

He stays silent and I just want to know what's going on in his mind as he stares intently at the photograph. We had really never spoken about the pregnancy termination, we were both hurt by it in some way but refused to really talk about it.

Apart of me didn't want to relive that, or open the can of worms for blaming him or myself for the situation. It was something that happened, and we just didn't mention it.

"How'd you find out?" He's curious, and nerves ran through me because I don't want the conversation to go left. I want us to hear each other and be receptive to how the other person feels, so I'd have to enter and respond with an open mind.

I felt like I was on the path to healing because the old me would've responded something smart, like 'You'd know if you answered.' 

"My period app told me I was thirty two days late."

"How did you feel?" He seems to give me all of his attention, those brown eyes piercing through me. I always felt small under this heavy gaze of his, it was smoldering like he was seeing through me.

"I felt sick a lot, like an unsettled feeling often. Nausea, lots of nausea. Sick for days." I shake my head at the thought of feeling that sick, if I wasn't sitting or laying down my head would spin. I thought it was the weird week before your period where you have can have some light symptoms before the actual week starts.

"Oh and lots of heart burn." I add, sick as I remembered the stinging feeling in my chest every time I ate something or even breathed.

Overall zero out of ten experience, not the biggest fan.

Another buzz of my phone pulled my attention.

Rosa:
This one is my favorite.

The photo attached was of Oakley as a baby, with cornrows, a bandana around his head and a whistle in his mouth. My laugh reached an all time high as I looked at the picture, "You-" The sentence I want to form won't come together because I can't stop laughing.

He takes the phone and sucks his teeth, "Bruv."

The phone line trills as he FaceTimes his mom, and my stomach begins to cramp from laughing so hard.

"Really mum." He looks into the camera with a stale deadpan face as she giggled.

"Mind your business. I was sending my favorite photos to Killi."

"And she's laughing at me." Oakley sucked his teeth before pouting. "Awww son shine it's okay. You're my little handsome bug." She blows him a kiss and his cheeks are beet red.

He's such a mamas boy. Oakley loved his mother so much, and I loved watching them interact. It made me feel like if we had a boy, he would love me like Oakley loves Rose. I know Oakley wants a girl for the same reasons I want a boy, but we would be grateful for a healthy baby.

"Muuum. You're embarrassing me." He throws the phone to me and I picked it up, smiling at Ms. Rosa.

"Killian are you laughing at my son shine?" She sounds very scolding but she has the biggest smirk on her face as she playfully rolls her eyes.

I love her nickname for him, and all her terms of endearment. It reminded me of how much my mother and Declan loved each other, and how much me and my dad loved each other. Declan's first words were mama, and mine were dada if we could be anymore predictable.

"No Ma'am." I snicker, unable to stop myself from erupting into small laughter.

"Don't laugh at my baby. His head was just a bit large innit." She snickered and he gets up from the couch huffing.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry I'm done laughing." I hold his hand to stop him from walking away, and showed him the phone as me and his mom smile at him. Stopping for a moment to look at our cheeky grins he rolls his eyes for what feels like the tenth time.

"I only accept apologies in kisses." He says in hushed tone pushing the camera back as he hovered over me to place a kiss on my lips.

"You lot are being nasty.I want a girl first—"

"Love you mum, bye." Oakley says quickly before hanging up the phone, and held my face pulling me up into another intoxicating kiss.

As I stood on the couch he grabs my hips and picks me up, I'm hoisted into the air and I squeal as he brings me down and wraps my legs around his waist. "Oooo you're strong." I squeeze his bicep.

"You know." He retorts in a cocky way, and I'm almost about to laugh because only he could make me laugh at something so corny. Setting me down on the bed, I sat with my legs crossed as he got undressed to take a shower.

He took his boxers off, and I decided to poke some fun. "So is it easier to walk with three legs?" Tilting my head to the side, I stared down. This man was beautiful....everywhere.

He looked like he wants to laugh but manages to keep a straight face as he enters the glass shower.

"It's tanner than you but sees no sun, s'that about?" I asked another question, I was bound to get some answer from him.

"Guess that's where all the black went." He shrugs and looks like the emoji, and I seemingly choke on air because I'm violently choking as I start laughing.

These moments.

These were the moments that within those two years I would cry over. This feeling of homely warmness filled me because I was back with one of my favorite people and it was different this time because we didn't have to hide. Or I hoped it'd be different this time.

He had seemingly forgiven me for whatever our argument was about the first night, and I couldn't be happier. I wasn't going to bring it up if he wasn't going to bring it up. I loved laughing with him, joking with him, the non-sexual intimacy of his little touches. His want to always touch me, or do things for me felt right, for instance I easily could've walked to the bed but him carrying me made me feel like his princess.

I watched him shower, and there was nothing sexier than watching him wash his hair. It was one of my favorite mundane tasks that he did. Just beautiful.

"Can you shake it for me?" I lay on my stomach with my feet in the air, my hands under my chin enjoying the view.

He draws a smiley face on the foggy shower glass, scribbles it out to give me a clear view before doing what I asked. I giggle and clap, "Encore! Encore!"

"You're being a creep." He laughs turning off the shower and steps out drying off, and the damp hair look on him makes me feel hot. It was cut shorter than usual so once it dried it'd be a bed of dark thick half curls.

As he sits on the bed I straddle him, just laying on him because I woke up to an empty bed this morning, and I need to make up for lost time. A sleepy feeling took over and I felt myself beginning to doze off. My head was cradled into his neck taking in his fresh shower scent, and I was just happy to have him all to myself.

"This woman is so sleepy. I was going to order you something to eat." I heard him chuckle to himself, while his thumb warmly rubbed my bottom lip before he placed small kisses on my lips but I was so sleepy from the time difference I made no effort to talk back just shrug my shoulders.

A few moments pass, and I'm half asleep. "I prayed for us today." Oakleys voice is just above a whisper, "That we work, and I don't hurt you again, that you don't feel the need to run from me or us. I prayed for the family we're gunna have, and the love we'll share till we die." He pressed his forehead to mine, and breathes.

"God, I can't help how much I love you y'know. Please don't break my heart and I promise to never break yours. We can work, I know we can, and one day I'll tell our kids our story. The good parts at least," his chest rumbles with a laugh, but soon he clears his throat.

"I'm so sorry for the beginning, I can barely imagine being that person to you now. I'd never hurt you again, please forgive me. I just want you to stay this time, and I promise I'll do everything right." He stroked my head, and kissed my forehead.

"I asked God to give us health and wealth," Oakley hummed, "I asked him to keep our hearts soft for each other, because I want to love you forever. I want my sons to see how to love and respect someone, and I want my daughters to know they deserve nothing but love and respect." He wrapped his arms around me tightly and squeezed, "Thank you so much for coming back to me. I love you." Was the last thing I heard before deep sleep took over.

I hoped he wouldn't make me regret giving everything over to him, my heart, my mind, everything. In the past we were so inconsistent with our feelings, only consistent with the lust we felt for each other and we thrived off of it.

Every time he would leave me in New York and go back to London, I felt almost hollow, and unhappy because, when he was around he was so attentive and his presence was so magnetic to me.

All of that played into why I needed to separate, because as much as I loved that feeling, it was crippling me. I cried and cried for days after leaving Jamaica, sick to my stomach because I really thought he could've gotten her pregnant.

In that moment when she said those words, there was a physical pain in my chest at the idea of his first child being with someone else. If she'd never told me she was lying to get in between us, I would've never heard him out.

That day she broke into my home, my childhood home to hurt me and my mother. That's where I drew the line, my mother had nothing to do with what I got myself into with Oakley. I didn't want to hurt Sabina more than a simple ass whopping, but she cornered me in that attic, I saw the fire place poker and in that moment it was either me or her.

It wasn't going to be me.

I just needed to subdue her enough to pack my car up, and that's exactly what I did. I knew I'd have to go back to clean up eventually, but when I didn't have to I knew what Oakley did.

He'd taken care of the problem, just like he always promised he would.

******

This one is a little lighter because uhhhhh. Okay nvm, cause y'all don't trust nothing I say so imma just shut up 😭😭😭😭 just don't say I never did nothing nice for y'all.

As you can see they are both still very smitten for each other, and you're getting wtf you wanted so don't complain.

Let's see where we land this plane next.

Xoxo,
-Xstuhcii 💋

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