Trying to Score
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“He is a good-looking man,” one of the female board members said. Fallon couldn’t remember her name to save her life though.
“He is,” Fallon agreed as she looked down at his player shot that Elli had sent over for the meeting.
“Let’s hope he does a good job,” William said loudly.
Fallon looked up and nodded. “He will.”
Fallon turned, walking towards the computer that held her power point to explain the turnaround time for the ad to start running, when Kristi came to the wall again. This time, everyone looked to see her holding a piece of paper against the wall that said, ‘The guy says it’s an emergency.’
Emergency?
Aiden!
Fallon looked over at Rob and he shrugged his shoulder before opening her bag and looking down at her phone. When he looked up at Fallon, she knew something was wrong. Rob’s eyes were wide as he handed Fallon her phone. She focused to see that she had 38 missed calls from Lucas. Her pulse started to race.
“Take over,” was all she said before walking out of the meeting and dialing Lucas’ number. As she door shut behind her, she heard her father call her name, but she ignored him and went to her office. When she reached her office to grab her things, Lucas picked up.
“Fallon, I need you to come to my house. Right now,” Lucas said. He was breathing hard, and Fallon’s pulse picked up in triple time.
“Is everything okay?” Fallon asked, even though she knew it wasn’t.
“No, Aiden has locked himself in my bathroom and I can’t get him out.”
Fallon stopped, confused, as she leaning against her desk. She took a deep breath, trying to catch her breath. “Why?”
“Because he asked if I was his dad, Fallon, and I told him the truth.”
Oh, God.
Fallon couldn’t move, she couldn’t breathe. She thought she had prepared herself for this moment but it was supposed to be done together. She and Lucas putting on a front that everything was going to be fine and that Lucas did love Aiden, but it hadn’t happen that way. Her poor baby boy was locked up in some bathroom, probably crying, and Fallon knew that Lucas was just as bad. She could hear the hitch in his voice, and he was gasping for air. He was freaking out.
“I’m leaving now,” she said before hanging up. Fallon almost ran out the building, even with people calling her name, she didn’t stop. She had a little boy to get to.
A grown man, too.
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When Fallon pulled into Lucas’ driveway, she stopped to look up at the massive house. Even with her being worried beyond all belief, she still didn’t expect his house to be anything less. Lucas loved his things fancy and big. She used to tease him when they were together about his expensive taste. How did a regular blue-collar boy from Eaton Rapids, Michigan, get such expensive taste?
Fallon’s face broke out in a smile as she remembered the bashful grin that would come over his face as he would say, “Look at the girl I’m with. That should let you know right there that I like things beautiful.” She shook her head, stopping at the walkway and shutting off the car. She got out and ran up the walkway to the door. Lucas opened the door before she was even able to reach it. When her eyes settled on his, Fallon swore all the air she had in her body came out in a rush.
Lucas’ eyes were bloodshot, his face red, and his eyes frantic as he looked down at her. They stood staring at each other for a moment before he moved out of the way, letting her in.
“He’s in my room,” he said as she passed by. Fallon nodded as she stopped in the foyer, waiting for him to lead the way. When he walked past her, she couldn’t stop herself, she reached out taking his hand in hers. She had to comfort him, he looked so scared, so hurt.
And it was all because of her.
Lucas looked down at her, and Fallon squeezed his hand. “I’m gonna fix this, Lucas.”
“He said I didn’t want him.”
Tears rushed to Fallon’s eyes. God, what had she done? “I’m gonna fix it,” she reassured. He squeezed her hand and started off towards the stairs.
Her hand still in his.
Fallon took in the clean look of the dark brown walls with the white trim. It looked so classic, so beautiful. Along the wall by the stairs were pictures of Lucas growing up and pictures of him and Levi. Fallon scrunched her nose up at the sight of Levi. He used to be a nice guy, but now she was convinced he was a Grade A douche. How anyone could say Aiden wasn’t Lucas’ was an ass**le. Levi was basically calling Fallon a liar, and she was no damn liar.
A keeper of information, yes, but not a liar.
When Lucas lead Fallon into his bedroom, Fallon only looked around for a moment at the beautiful shade of gray on the walls before she heard Aiden crying.
Fallon made it to the bathroom door in no time at all. She pressed her hand against it as she softly said, “Aiden, honey?”
Aiden took in a deep breath before Fallon her him say, “Mommy?”
“Yes, baby. Let me in.”
“I wanna go home,” Aiden cried. She then heard the squeak of his shoes on the floor before the door opened and Aiden attached himself to her waist. Fallon held him close to her as he rubbed his nose into her middle, his tears soaking her shirt. “I want to go home,” he said once more against her stomach. She looked back to see Lucas, leaning against the door frame. The saddest look was on his face, and Fallon’s heart broke for him.
“Okay, honey,” Fallon said quietly. Aiden looked up at her and she ran her fingers through his hair, moving it out of his eyes. “Let’s go.”