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sure, she looked different than the last time they met. She kept a steady handle on her look, attempting to blossom into something different from her last relapse. One of which included cutting the very thing Xavier loved on her. Locks that used to rest at her hip now brushed against her shoulders. She held her head high while his gaze glowered over her. Rather than asking how she was, why she was there, what she wanted – she was met with a question about their son. Fuck, of course. Her tongue feathered between her lips as she fought the urge to roll her eyes. Remember, she was meant to be sweet this time. Instead of heading towards another fight like a bull, the brunette attempted peace.
❛ Given our track record, I have him with a sitter tonight. I’ve been in Montreal for a month. Uh, I need your help. I need you. ❜ Her fingers laced around her wrist as she rubbed it nervously. She never liked to profess her sins because the man would always tear her from the cross her son cast her on. But he needed to know. They needed to sort this out. ❛ I fell back off the wagon a few months ago and – Jo caught me. I didn’t want him growing up where his only source of comfort was seeing me with a needle half the time. He needs his dad, and shit, I need you. I can’t raise him on my own. I’ve tried and I just seem to keep fucking it up. He needs better stability, so I got a job out here. He would be better with his family, eh? Better than what we grew up with. ❜
She stepped aside awkwardly, tensing as her eyes met the high tide in his. ❛ Can I come in? ❜
It was a simple question, and her hesitation to answer was enough of one for him. Of course this wasn’t a good kind of talk. When were they ever? His scowl deepened while Kat fished for her words. Xavier shifted his weight, let her spin her wheels trying to find her excuse, and didn’t open the door.
“What’s our track-,” Xavier started, honing immediately on the best place for an argument, eager to start into their cycle again. Her confession cut him short. Xavier leaned forwards, looming over Kat and glowering. “You did what?” He demanded. “A few months ago? Why am I just hearing about this right now?”
Kat barreled through his efforts to pick a fight, unloading the entire story without giving him room for input. It was a lot. Xavier, stunned by the cascade of confessions, stood in the doorway gaping at his ex like a fish. Finally, blinking a few times her seemed to catch his bearings.
“Alright,” he said eventually, finally taking a step back to allow her into his apartment, pulling the door open with him. “Come in. Did you really move here?”














