This can't be good
(Bella)
I squint. What the hell is he doing here, and at this time?
I frown, I'm not doing this with him. I reach to slam the door shut.
"Bella, please don't —," Dean says hastily, stepping a foot in, it wedge between the door, causing me to stop halfway to avoid hurting him.
I throw a sharp gaze his way, my anger simmering. "So you think you can just show up here just because you own the building?" I snap, my voice dripping with barely contained anger.
He shakes his head, taking a step backward. "No, Bella. That's not it, I just needed to talk to you, I tried but you just wouldn't let me," he explains, his voice low and strained. "Just five minutes, please,"
I'm angry at him, too furious but there's just something about the calmness in his voice that softens my heart slightly, he looks so desperate, almost broken and a part of me tells me I wouldn't dodge this forever.
But even at that I hesitate, eyeing him warily.
"Please," he mutters again, his eyes are pleading, looking for some kind of understanding.
I pause for a second, considering his request. I know this is what I've dreaded the most, but then it is what it is.
I keep my face steady, even as my stomach tightens, whatever Dean thinks he knows, I'm done dodging it. I take a slow breath, then lift my chin up.
I stand firm and crossed my arms, pressing my lips together I retort. "Fine, three minutes and that's it!" I say with a firm tone.
Dean nods quickly. "Alright, thank you," he says as he takes a deep breath.
He looks at me gently. I blink, caught off guard by the softness in his gaze but I don't show it. "It's about the twins, I know they're mine—-ours," he trails off, his eyes meeting mine.
Well, I can't say I'm surprised but my heart did skip a beat hearing him say that, but I'm not gonna lie to him about them being his, I'm just going to tell him straight up that they don't need him…
I'll raise my kids on my own, period.
But just as I'm about to say it, he spoke up again. "I'm not going to ask why you kept them away, I guess I deserve that but.…" He pauses, seeming to struggle with his words, his eyes searching mine for something I can't quite pinpoint.
I just stare at him, a bored expression on my face.
He looks at me directly, his voice lowering to a plea. "I want to plead that you let me be part of their lives, I desperately want to be there for them, for you,"
I furrow my eyebrows, taken aback by his statement.
The nerves to think he can just waltz in here and ask that!
I throw a sharp look his way and as if reading my mind, he blurted out quickly. "I know — I know I don't deserve to ask this of you, I was harsh, mean and unfair to you. I didn't know any better but now finding out about the twins, our kids, it made me question what I've believed all these years," he pause, briefly gathering his thoughts.
I just watch on, undaunted…
Without hesitating he continues. "I know I've been terrible but I swear Bella, I deeply regret my past actions, I only acted out of anger," he pause, choosing his next words carefully, all the while I just watch on, unmoved.
"Nothing can ever justify how I treated you but I intend to find the truth and do right by you, give me the chance to do this I beg you and please don't keep my kids away from me, it'd kill me," he added.
"How convenient," I scoff with a chuckle, a dry, humourless sound that doesn't quite reach my eyes but quickly that gesture is gone replaced with a hard look, my eyes fierce with anger. "You think throwing sorry around will erase the past?" I seethe at him.
"It doesn't," he admits, Dean's eyes are red and locked onto mine."I know I messed up but I want to make things right, I want to fix this," he breathed out, frustration creeping up into his voice.
I can't help but look at him in disbelief, in anger, one that I've masked all these years. showing up here and saying he's sorry just because it's convenient for him?
I uncross my arms, shaking my head in clear mockery "You're such a joke!" I say firmly. "And just so we're clear, they're not your responsibility, they're my kids, mine alone! Go home your time's up and make sure to stay gone while at it," I fix him with a hard look, making sure my voice is loud and clear.
Dean looks visibly torn but before any of us could say anything, Jasmine's voice wafted into my ears. "Mommy, can I sleep in your room…..?" I hear her little flipflop behind me.
Damn.
Wrong timing!
My jaw tightens. This is all Dean's fault.
My babies have been raring about him and I've just managed to get out it.
And now this?
Why can't he just leave me, us alone? Now Jas's going to see him, then what?
My heart's racing as I turned slowly but not without glaring at Dean…
I see Jas halt in her step, her eyes widening in clear suprise and quickly Javier comes running up. "I want to—---," he pause, staring right at the door, clearly stunned at the sight of Dean.
This can't be good.