Part 2 of âBird Watchingâ aka hot construction worker Simon x single mom
In truth, lying was something that came second nature to Simon Riley
Heâd lied to his teachers in school about where he got his bruises and burn marks from, if they bothered to ask
Heâd lied to his brother while their parents argued on the other side of the wall, telling him that everything would be okay
Heâd lied to his dad about where heâd been all night, telling him he was making less money at the butcher job than he really was
Whatever lie he had to give to get through the day, get through the night, get through his childhood, he would offer up without so much as batting an eye
And as he got older, he started stretching the truth for different reasons
Whatever his COâs needed to hear from him in order to let him do his job, then heâd let them hear it, true or not
Whenever people started asking too many questions, well-equipped sarcasm became his right hand man in avoiding the truth
Lying had always come in handy for Simon, whether it was a life or death situation or goading Soap into believing an obviously fictitious story, carefully chosen words and slight exaggerations had never steered him wrong before
Well, as he sat in an all too colourful daycare office with murals of ducks and bunnies watching over his every move, Simon began to wonder if this was one lie he shouldnât have told
But then again, he wasnât telling this lie out of malice, or greed, or ill-intent⊠he was doing this for you
Because at the end of the day, heâd be lying to no one apart from himself if he were deny how often you popped into his head
Ever since heâd first squinted through the glaring sun and spotted you through that flimsy chain link fence, since heâd heard your voice over the rumble and roar of construction behind him, since heâd spent less than ten whole minutes talking to you, it was as though something within him had started brewing, started changing
Similar to two live wires coincidentally meeting until an inevitable spark shoots through the air, akin to a wind chime that hadnât rang out in years suddenly beginning to sway to and fro with the promise of strong winds on the horizon, or closer yet to that moment Franklinâs key and kite were struck by lightning and history was forever changed, meeting you had stirred something loose within Simon
For too long now, Simon felt as though he were nothing more than a man stuck behind the wheel, lost in the storm on an infinite stretch of road that would never lead him towards home, no matter how many maps or compasses or tools he may have, he was on a steady cruise control headed nowhere
But since heâd met you, since heâd learned about the situation you were in, you and your sweet little baby bird just as alone as him and up against the world, since heâd made up his mind and decided heâd help you in whatever capacity youâd allow, it was almost as if the fog had cleared from his tired eyes, as though he was finally glancing up from the maps and realizing that âhomeâ could be down any stretch of road he took, if he was willing to take it
Youâd stumbled into his life on an afternoon like any other, instantly making a home for yourself in the recesses of his brain by that very same evening
His eyes now were constantly glancing at the phone number now tacked onto his fridge as he went about his routine, your smile appearing behind his eyelids as he tried in vain to fall asleep at night, or the image of the soft swell of your cleavage bouncing as youâd walked away playing on a loop in his mind until heâd accept he wasnât going to be getting any shut eye until he allowed his hands to slip beneath the blankets
His early mornings were no longer spent cursing having to be up before the sun, instead he found himself staring at the empty spot across from him at the table, wondering if you were awake too, perhaps trying to soothe a fussy baby back to sleep, or feeding her from the same swollen breasts Simon selfishly wished he could suckle from as well
Or were you still laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling as you too struggled to fall asleep? Too worried about finding your baby bird a spot somewhere before the money ran out? Stressing yourself over things that Simon wished he could fix for you? That he knew he could fix for you?
Less than 24 hours after your first conversation, Simon had hounded just about every living and breathing soul working on the construction site, determined to come up with at least some bit of information, someone to contact, something that would lead him in the right direction, but everyone seemed to be just as in the dark as he was
He wasnât easily deterred however, nor was he lacking in imagination, when he decided he was unwilling to return to his flat that night without being at least one step closer to having a valid excuse for calling the number that called out to him each time he walked through his kitchen, and so if no one apart from Simon happened to notice that every single blueprint disappeared from the site that night, well that was just unfortunate wasnât it?
Heâd nearly missed the phone call heâd been hoping to get the next morning, preoccupied with having to change his bed sheets after having dreamt of you again all night as visions of your soft body had him feeling like a teenaged boy again, he managed to snag his phone just before the ringer ended
As expected, the site manager had been on the other line, practically beside himself as he told Simon how heâd arrived at the site and discovered that some troublesome teenagers must have snuck in during the night and done away with their building plans, asking Simon if he wouldnât mind driving to the supervisorâs office and snagging some copies
Simon had already been halfway out the door before heâd hung up
The foremanâs office was cluttered beyond belief, disorganized chaos he sifted through carefully to find the one piece of information he needed, and there amongst the loose papers and pencils and measuring tapes, was the next piece to the puzzle he was slowly solving; the buyers contact information
The blueprints were delivered back to the site in no time, having been kept safe in the back of Simonâs truck the entire time, and a carefully concocted story about needing to run to grab supplies for the job was believed by everyone as the tall man climbed back in behind the wheel and weighed his options
He could reach out to you now, heâd been able to find you the ownerâs name, along with an email and phone number to contact, the promise heâd made to you was done, his duty fulfilled
He knew he could call, and youâd be overjoyed to hear from him, that you would be eternally grateful for his help, thanking him endlessly⊠but that would be the end of it, wouldnât it? His role would be fulfilled, his duty done and over with, no other valid excuses for you to keep him within your orbit, heâd just be a kind stranger whoâd done you an incredibly kind favour
But as Simon pondered that choice, he wondered, why stop here?
You were alone with a newborn, stressed enough as it was, you didnât need more work being added onto your already full plate, he may as well go the extra mile and help you out even more, right?
At least, thatâs what Simon kept telling himself now, as he sat in a too small chair inside of a much too colourful office, avoiding the judgemental eyes of the painted woodland creatures staring at him, as though they knew what his intentions were, waiting for none other than the owner herself
âHi there, sorry to have kept you waiting.â The woman says as she walks in, reaching a hand out to greet him as he stands to meet her halfway. âMy assistant director says youâre here from our newest expansion? The East end location?â
âYes maâam, thatâd be the one.â Simon offers politely, lowering himself back into the chair he hardly fits in once she rounds the desk and sits down as well. It would make sense that that was what her assistant has told her, as that was the story Simon had offered, reasoning that he had to speak with the owner about the project, not giving them much choice when he showed up to the office unannounced
âThere arenât any issues with construction so far, are there? We shouldnât be expecting any delays?â She questions, getting straight to the point. Simon appreciates that she isnât wasting any time with small talk, he also wants this done quick, heâs got a pretty bird waiting on him after all
âNo maâam. Everythinâs on track so far.â He replies easily, omitting the small hiccups she doesnât need to know about. âMâafraid thatâs not why Iâm âere today.â
âWell, what can I help you with then?â She questions, an over plucked brow raising as she tilts her head
âHad a few questions âbout the nursery weâre buildinâ for ya.â
âOh, well- I believe the specifications were in the plans for-â
âNot so much âbout the building itself, maâam.â He cuts her off, not unkindly, but clarifying his point. âWas more so wondering âbout- well, itâs a decently big plot oâ land weâre working on. How many lilâ ones are meant be in there?â He asks, trying his best to ease his way into this conversation
âCurrently, plans are set to have two preschool classes, two toddlers classes, as well as an infant class. With full capacity we could have up to 88 children in the centre. Why are-â
âHow many of those spots are for the babes?â
âWe can have up to 10 infants at most.â
âAlrighâ, and how many oâ those spots are available?â He finally asks, cutting to the chase, ripping the bandaid off. Simon watches understanding cross her face and she lets out a small scoff, not rude, but more so like she knew she should have expected as much
âAh, I see now.â She says with a knowing smile sent his way. âI appreciate your interest in our centre, and I understand nursery spots have been scarce in the city, but I have to be honest sir, we do have a wait list policy. There are numerous families already signed up wi-â
âItâs a little girl.â Simon cuts her off firmly this time, not wanting to entertain whatever rejection she was preparing to give him. No, he wouldnât be leaving here without good news for you, he couldnât do that. He ignores the painted birds mocking eyes as he steels himself as presses on. âSheâs just a tiny thing. Eight weeks old, almost nine now I suppose. Her mumâs got to be back to work, hasnât got much of a choice. Thereâs no family âround to help or nothinâ. She needs this spot for her.â
The womanâs lips thin as she looks at him with understanding, with sympathy, none of the things Simon cares to see unless sheâs nodding her head in agreement. He knew it might take a little push to convince whoever was behind the desk to do the right thing, to help him do right by his birdie and her baby bird, and so heâs not ashamed, nor above saying:
âIâll make sure the jobâs done early.â
At this, both her brows now shoot up, obvious intrigue now painted across her features as she blinks at him.
âI will see to it that everything is ready ahead of schedule. Personally. The sooner the place is open, the sooner you start making money, the sooner kids are in and sooner parents are happy. Everyone wins.â
Simon watches her ponders his words, gears turning in her head as she thinks it over. She could easily refute him, call him out for being out of line and send him on his way, tail tucked between his legs. But Simon knows a desperate person when he sees one, knows just what people want to hear, and so he isnât surprised when sheâs suddenly standing from her desk, crossing the room to shut the slightly ajar door, and he smiles to himself slightly, knowing heâs won.
âNow when you say ahead of schedule-â
âCould have âer ready by the end of the month. Iâll pull the strings, make it happen. You leave it to me and itâll be done.â He answers easily, confidently, like there is no question in his mind he can offer up such promises and see them through to fruition. Hell, heâd build the entire goddamn thing by himself day and night if thatâs what she wanted to hear, whatever would convince her
âI mean-â she says, letting out a long sigh as she leans back in her chair, opening up a drawer and rummaging through for something or another. âI canât lie, this wouldnât be the first time weâve made exceptions for someone, especially one of our own builders.â
Simon nods along, pleased with the way this is going thus far, though things take an abrupt turn when she next says:
âI would still like to meet with your wife and daughter first, just to iron out the enrolment details and confirm whether this would be a good fit, but I can- I could potentially find a way to make this work.â
And Simon knows this is the moment where heâs supposed to correct her, where heâs supposed to speak up and clarify that no, you arenât his wife and she isnât his daughter, that sheâs misunderstood him and that the two of you are strangers he met earlier this week- fuck he doesnât even know your babyâs name yet for crying out loud- all of this could fall apart tremendously as soon as she asks even a single question that he wonât have the answer to, potentially jeopardizing this entire thing for you and her, and yet-
âBrilliant. The missus will be thrilled.â
Alrighty first off, apologies for the delay between posts, writers block and life in general are so ew, but weâre so back babe
All the love on the first part was so unexpected and so so appreciated!!! Yâall have me looking like this with every comment and reblog and tag-
Gonna strive to have part 3 out before the end of the weekend hopefully, donât want to keep you all waiting so long again
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