Page 8 of Chance

"If she loves you, it will work out," Izzy says with a kind smile.

"What did you do?" Luke asks,leaning back in his seat.

"I really fucked-up, end of story," I say, making sure my tone tells them I don't want to discuss it. It's a long story, and I need to fix things with Maisy before anyone knows. The last thing she needs is my family to pity her, or for her to hate me more for telling anyone.

“I agree about the house, and you need to persuade her to move in. We need to sort out these last fights we owe. You can't fight now, so we’ll sort something out with your next fight.” Harley pauses to rub his face. “Your family needs you, and Maisy doesn't know about your fighting, does she? She would freak if you come back like that."

I grimace at his words. I used to just stay home and not see her when I had big fights before, and it was easy to say I was ill around once a month, but now I can’t leave her.

"I can fight. I can't just leave you guys to do it."I shake my head. I'll just have to tell her, but how the fuck do I bring my fucked-up life up?

"It's final, you’re not fighting, Seb, and also, no more partying or girls. Maisy won't like that, and you need to be responsible," Harley says, and he is right. When Maisy called me out on my man-whore ways last night, I have never felt so shitty in my whole life. I guess I convinced myself she was off with another man by now.

It will be so much worse when she finds out about Elena.I shudder, realising I need to tell her about that, but it will start the conversation about how we broke up. I’m not sure I can handle the anger covering her features when I’m near, my heart can’t handle that when I need to talk with her. How did this get so complicated? Oh yeah, I’m a fucking idiot.

I put my hands over my face and rub it.

"I realise my behaviour recently was fucked up, and, honestly, I feel like shit. I hurt her, I know that,"I tell my family. We have been through so much, I know I can trust them to help me with Maisy.

"You weren't together, and you were upset with her leaving," Luke saysgently, trying to give me an out I don’t want.

"Yeah, but that’s no excuse. While I was having fun, she was pregnant and alone. I'm a real prick,"I tell him.

"No, you’re not. You didn't know, but I could see how sad you were. All that was done in sadness, you never really cared about any of the girls or the parties," Izzy says and gives me a pat on my back.

"You’re right. I never cared, and I don't remember most of it. It was all nothing compared to her."I drop my head as I try to think about what I need to do.

"Then you need to win her back," Izzy says with a smile as I look at her.

"She hates me, and with good reason," I tell her.

"No, she doesn't, Seb. I saw the way she looked at you. The way–" I cut her off by saying.

"She hates me, and what’s worse is that she doesn't trust me. She thought I knew because someone texted her off my phone telling her to get rid of the baby,"I tell them all, and I watch as Harley’s face contorts in anger. Luke is the same, and Elliot is looking away, but I notice his fist clench slightly.

"Who would do that?” Harley spits out.

"No idea. I was a mess at the time she said she had messaged me. I was with a few different girls every night."I look away from the pitiful looks on my brothers’ faces.

"Do you think it could be a jealous one night stand you had?" Izzy asks.

"Maybe." I stand up and pace next to the bar.

"Maisy invited me to a scan next week. That's a good sign, right?"I ask with a small smile, feeling the excitement of seeing my child. My thoughts flicker to the scan photo I saw last night, I couldn’t make out much other than a head shape and maybe an arm, but, man, it hurt my heart. I know I will do absolutely anything for the little man already.

"Yeah, man," Luke says, nodding at me.

I notice he has a new tattoo on his wrist that’s covered up. Luke is covered in tattoos all over his arms and his back. He designs them himself, and he has done mine too.Luke is the youngest and the only one of us brave enough to start growing a beard, the thought makes me grin internally.

"Make sure you bring me a picture of my niece or nephew," Izzy says with excited eyes, which make me smile and bring me back to the present.

"He's a boy,"I tell them and watch as Izzy’s face lights up.

"Congratulations,"my oldest brother, my guardian, and, hell, the only man I’ve ever looked up to, says with a big smile. Harley has shoulder-length, brown hair, which is slightly longer than mine. He is taller than all of us, and I wouldn’t like to admit it, but the fucker is likely the strongest fighter of us all, too.

"Yeah, man. I have no idea about babies and that, but I’ll be there to help," Luke says with a small laugh as I nod my thanks.

I look over at Elliot, who is saying nothing at first. "Are you sure it's even fucking yours, Seb?" is all he says.

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