Me Without You
Dreams.
I stood smiling at the barrier, screeching for him to run faster. The few parents gathered cheered at the touchdown and I held my arms out as my little boy came running to me.
“We won! I did it!” I pulled him tight against me giggling and nodded.
“Yes you did, baby.” But his grin soon faded as he realised I was the only one here watching.
“Where’s dad?” Oh no. I wasn’t prepared for this. He had promised he would be here for the game. And I thought that he’d at least make it back for the end, to make it seem like he was here. I gave my eight year old a small smile and tried to worm my way out of my promise that his father would be here to watch him play.
“Uhm, your daddy-“
“Is right here.” A voice cut me off and I sighed in relief. Thank god, the tour schedule disappointed the twins enough. “That was quite a touchdown, kiddo.” His baby face lit up and he rushed to his dad who he hadn’t seen in a month. I mouthed a thank-you to one of my favourite people and he smiled. “I promised I’d be back.”
“Does she know I’m here?” He whispered as we snuck through the front door of our Baltimore house. I shook my head and explained that she was too preoccupied by Ciara being in the country and babysitting. I pushed the bag of football gear into the cupboard and followed him through the house, my son in tow.
“Ciara?” I called, a response quickly being muttered from upstairs. Soon after my cousin and daughter appeared at the bottom of the stairs and I shushed the small boy when he attempted to spill the news to his sister. “We have a surprise for you, baby.” I wiggled my eyebrows and she clapped her hands, swishing her ballerina skirt around her knees. I took her hand, with a sly smile to Ciara, and led her through the hallway to the living room where I stopped just before the door. “It’s just through there.” The little girl jumped around the corner and confused me with the frown that instantly covered her face.
“There’s nothing in here.” What? I exchanged a confused glance with Ciara before walking into the room. She was right. He wasn’t in here.
“Shall we search for it?” I decided it would be best to turn it into a game. Where the fuck did he go? The small child nodded and then scampered around the room, lifting the furniture she could manage and flicking open the curtains. I couldn’t help but laugh as the surprise came tiptoeing from the kitchen with a stuffed pink dinosaur. He winked at me as he snuck up behind his daughter and whipped her up in his arms, spinning her around. Her squeals of terror quickly turned to those of excitement as she realised who it was.
“Daddy!” Her voice was so high pitched it was ear piercing as she clamped onto his neck.
“Hey, baby girl. I’ve missed you.” He mumbled as he buried his face into her long blonde hair. He beamed at me as she began to play with his stubble. I grabbed my boys hand and led him over to his dad who wrapped an arm around my waist. “It’s good to be home.” Alex smiled as he placed a kiss on my forehead.
I shot up in bed, narrowly missing the top of the bunk. I pulled back the curtain and saw everyone else was still asleep. I slid out of the bunk and pulled my sweater over my head. I tied my hair into a messy bun as I wandered into the kitchen area of the bus. I grabbed an ice tea from the fridge and collapsed onto one of the couches, watching the night lights of some British city fly past out of the window. The dream was still fresh in my mind and I couldn’t shake it. That was the wrong guy. I was always Jacks. I looked down at the ring that sparkled once again on my finger. He had asked me to marry him again a week ago when he turned up at my family’s house in Ireland. I twisted the ring around on my finger. And of course I said yes. I was Jacks. I was Jacks and I always would be.
“We won! I did it!” I pulled him tight against me giggling and nodded.
“Yes you did, baby.” But his grin soon faded as he realised I was the only one here watching.
“Where’s dad?” Oh no. I wasn’t prepared for this. He had promised he would be here for the game. And I thought that he’d at least make it back for the end, to make it seem like he was here. I gave my eight year old a small smile and tried to worm my way out of my promise that his father would be here to watch him play.
“Uhm, your daddy-“
“Is right here.” A voice cut me off and I sighed in relief. Thank god, the tour schedule disappointed the twins enough. “That was quite a touchdown, kiddo.” His baby face lit up and he rushed to his dad who he hadn’t seen in a month. I mouthed a thank-you to one of my favourite people and he smiled. “I promised I’d be back.”
“Does she know I’m here?” He whispered as we snuck through the front door of our Baltimore house. I shook my head and explained that she was too preoccupied by Ciara being in the country and babysitting. I pushed the bag of football gear into the cupboard and followed him through the house, my son in tow.
“Ciara?” I called, a response quickly being muttered from upstairs. Soon after my cousin and daughter appeared at the bottom of the stairs and I shushed the small boy when he attempted to spill the news to his sister. “We have a surprise for you, baby.” I wiggled my eyebrows and she clapped her hands, swishing her ballerina skirt around her knees. I took her hand, with a sly smile to Ciara, and led her through the hallway to the living room where I stopped just before the door. “It’s just through there.” The little girl jumped around the corner and confused me with the frown that instantly covered her face.
“There’s nothing in here.” What? I exchanged a confused glance with Ciara before walking into the room. She was right. He wasn’t in here.
“Shall we search for it?” I decided it would be best to turn it into a game. Where the fuck did he go? The small child nodded and then scampered around the room, lifting the furniture she could manage and flicking open the curtains. I couldn’t help but laugh as the surprise came tiptoeing from the kitchen with a stuffed pink dinosaur. He winked at me as he snuck up behind his daughter and whipped her up in his arms, spinning her around. Her squeals of terror quickly turned to those of excitement as she realised who it was.
“Daddy!” Her voice was so high pitched it was ear piercing as she clamped onto his neck.
“Hey, baby girl. I’ve missed you.” He mumbled as he buried his face into her long blonde hair. He beamed at me as she began to play with his stubble. I grabbed my boys hand and led him over to his dad who wrapped an arm around my waist. “It’s good to be home.” Alex smiled as he placed a kiss on my forehead.
I shot up in bed, narrowly missing the top of the bunk. I pulled back the curtain and saw everyone else was still asleep. I slid out of the bunk and pulled my sweater over my head. I tied my hair into a messy bun as I wandered into the kitchen area of the bus. I grabbed an ice tea from the fridge and collapsed onto one of the couches, watching the night lights of some British city fly past out of the window. The dream was still fresh in my mind and I couldn’t shake it. That was the wrong guy. I was always Jacks. I looked down at the ring that sparkled once again on my finger. He had asked me to marry him again a week ago when he turned up at my family’s house in Ireland. I twisted the ring around on my finger. And of course I said yes. I was Jacks. I was Jacks and I always would be.
Notes
Its seems short but dreams are hard to stretch out, y'know? And it keeps the story flowing.
Anyway, I came up with the single most brilliant sequel idea for this story once it's finished so just to let you that it will continue! :P
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10/25/14