“I’m sorry.” - Part two || Nate Maloley
Requested : two anons
Read part one here : http://foolishgilinsky.tumblr.com/post/149632293888/im-sorry-nate-maloley
Two Years Later || NATE
"You will never guess who I saw today,“ Sammy said taking a seat across from me on the couch.
I looked up at him and sighed, "Let me guess, you saw one of your groupies?”
“Uh I see them all the time,” he said in a ‘duh’ tone. “But no, dude I saw Y/N today! I was walking downtown and I saw here! She has a kid and he looks so much like you man! Is that why you two broke up? 'Cause she fucked Stew and he got her pregnant?”
I looked at him like he was the biggest dumb ass in the world. I mean I couldn’t blame him I guess because he doesn’t know why we broke up. “No you retard,” I shook my head. “That’s my kid, that’s why we broke up. 'Cause I got her pregnant and I didn’t want any part of it.”
“Dude you’re fucked up,” he shook his head. “That’s your child, you need to man up Maloley!”
I sighed, I’ve been meaning to go see her but I don’t know where to contact her at. She has me blocked on all social media and she blocked my number too so I could never contact her.
“I want to man,” I sighed, looking down. “I realize now that what I did was fucked up. To just abandon her when she needed me the most. I don’t want my child growing up without a father, I want to be there for my kid. But I don’t where to contact her at.”
Everything I was saying was the full truth, a few days after she left me I realized that I needed to man up and take responsibility for my actions. I don’t want my child to grow up without a father. I do realize that she’s probably with someone else who our kid calls dad but I want to at least be apart of his life.
“Well lucky for you….” he paused, reaching into his front pocket. A few seconds later he pulled out a little card. “…she gave me this,” he said handing it to me. “She said it’s where she works now and that if I wanted to, I could stop by sometime. And I really hope you two work this out cause man, I want to be an uncle!”
I took the card from him. What the hell is a bath and body works? I thought to myself as I read the card. Guess I’ll find out in a few hours. “Thanks man!”
An Hour Later
I walked into the little store that smelled of different fragrances and looked around. There was shelves and tables full of lotions, soaps, and sprays. Oh Lord, Y/N would work here.
I stood there for a few seconds wondering if I should go ask for Y/N or just wait til she comes out. “Hi welcome to Bath and Body Works, is there anything specific you are looking for?” A short girl asked, coming up to me.
“Uh yeah,” i said scratching the back of my neck. “I’m look for a Y/N Y/L/N, is she here?”
The girl nodded, “Yeah she’s in the back. Let me go get her for you.”
I watched as she went through some door, I’m guessing to the back. A few minutes later she walked out with Y/N. The second she saw me, she froze in her steps. “N-Nate?” She asked, trying to make sure if it was really me I guess.
“Yeah,” I said walking up to her. Wow, she looked amazing. “It’s me, Nate. Look I was wondering if I could, uh, talk to you for a minute.”
She sighed, “I guess.”
She led me to the back room and I took a seat in one of the chairs. I’m guessing this is a break room? “What’d you want to talk about?”
“Our kid,” I simply stated. “I want to see him.”
She chuckled a little, “You’re funny Nathan. Didn’t I tell you that day not to bother coming back or stepping up? Since you know, you’re not ready to be a dad or whatever.”
“I’ve changed my mind,” I sighed. “I’m ready to step up, I have been since you left me. But I could never reach you 'cause you had me blocked on everything. Once Sammy told me hew saw you and knew were you worked, I took my chance. Please, I realize what I did was wrong and I don’t want my kid growing up without a dad.”
She laughed again. Why does she find everything so funny? “Well in case you forgot, your child has been growing up without a dad for almost two years now and he’s doing just great. I told you I could take care of him on my own.”
“Please Y/N,” I sighed. “I’m trying to do the right thing here! I want to be a father to my kid, please just let me! I promise I won’t leave again!”
She sighed. “You’re lucky I want my kid to grow up at least knowing his father. But if I let you around him, you have to promise not to leave again. 'Cause I don’t want him getting attached and you just up and leave.”
“I promise,” I said. “I will do everything I can for him. And if I go on tour again, I promise to see him in between stops. What’s his name?”
“Michael Maloley,” she said quietly.
I smiled widely, she gave him my last name. I didn’t think she would even give him my last name but here she goes, giving it to him. “You gave him my last name?”
“Yes,” she shrugged. “I wanted him to at least have your last name.”“
I smiled again. "When can I see him?”
“You can come by when I get off, which is in ten minutes.”
I finally get to see my son.