Heidi’s lingering eyes scans the luxurious suit that’s been tailored to fit his muscular body, quickly reverting her gaze onto objects placed in the hallway. She certainly notes to gaze for a few seconds, not for an eternity. It’s been incredibly awkward from the start, revolving around small talk. She’s toying with the jewelry resting on her index finger, unsure of what to say next. The things she’s done leading up to this point, somehow backfired on her completely as they’re faced to face as years passed by. Needless to say, they’ve both changed a lot, and seemed to be doing perfectly fine. She’s incredibly nervous about what he could potentially ask, hoping to prepare as many answers in her troublesome mind. The way they’ve wrapped up their relationship, resulted in Heidi packing stuffing her belongings into a luggage or two and disappearing for a while. When she bumped into Lincoln, she failed to believe that this was some sort of plan, or yet possibly fate? She raises her eyebrows towards him, almost wondering why he was stuttering, when it should’ve been differently? ❛ A speech? ❜ She asks for confirmation, glancing towards the speech paper that he’d prepared. ❛ That’s good, isn’t it? You get to inspire people today, ❜ Heidi nudges him slightly, as she’s secretly proud of Lincoln for being allowed to pursue his dream without any burdens falling onto him. ❛ Yeah, everything’s alright… kind of, ❜ Her disheveled blonde hair turns to focus on the room placed in front of them, motioning over to the little girl resting on the bed. It’s better to identify who it was to Lincoln, instead of beating around the bush.. but, she proceeds. ❛ There’s your daughter, Evelyn.. this is who I’ve been waiting for. ❜ She states in a cautious tone, drawing in her breath.
There’s a lot Lincoln wants to say. There’s also a lot Lincoln won’t say, not then and there because here, in the midst of strangers and unwanted company, wasn’t the right time. It wasn’t the right to ask her why she’d left or why she’d never bothered to call or hell, why she hadn’t even bothered with a goodbye. Maybe there was a chance that Lincoln had read things wrong, maybe Heidi hadn’t loved him the way Lincoln had loved her, maybe, she hadn’t loved him at all but now wasn’t the time. His teeth sink harshly into his tongue in a desperate attempt to keep himself from tossing questions her way. The fighter smiles, or it’s the best version of a smile that he could muster up given the circumstances at hand. ❛ Yeah, a speech. ❜ He repeats, nearly breathless, despite his standstill position. Her nudge, although dainty, given her petite frame, leaves the male’s skin scorching and suddenly he’s pullulated by a storm of unwanted memories —- memories Lincoln cherished but preferred not to remember. ❛ Dunno, ❜ Lincoln shrugs haphazardly. ❛ Never been much of an inspirer, you should know that. ❜ He doesn’t mean for it to sound like a jab but it does, and in that moment, he doesn’t regret it. She’d left, she’d left without a single fucking goodbye and so it was only fair, that Lincoln voiced his resentment in one way or another. Concerned blue hues travel along her disheveled character —- he’s half tempted to pull her into his own broad frame for old times sake but he figures now probably isn’t the best time for that either. He shouldn’t have cared, the moment Heidi walked out of his life unannounced she wasn’t his to care for but he does, he fucking does because it was just like Lincoln to care for things that he shouldn’t have otherwise given a damn about — despite his burly exterior, he was anything but. His gaze follows hers, until it settles on a young brunette resting on the bed —- he doesn’t recognize her, nor does he expect too. His brows heighten, blue eyes brimmed with curiosity drifting back towards the blonde. It was like he’d been taken a blow straight to the gut —- nearly choking on his saliva at her words, the male shakes his head. He’d misheard her, in the midst of all the anger, resentment, and age old memories — he had to have misheard her. Sure, the child sprawled on the examination room shared the color of his hair but that had to be coincidental. ❛ I—What? ❜
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