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even if kendrick knew that at the end it’d all be worth it, seeing his girlfriend in that much pain was still the hardest pain especially because he couldn’t really help her. yes, he could be there and try to mutter supportive things and hold her hand but he knows it’s not much help. as soon as their first daughter was born though, which they quickly after decided was bella, a little of it was forgotten already but given isla had to go through the pain again to deliver their second daughter, not really. once they were both born and everyone assured them they were healthy and not in any need of nicu time, all kenny could be focused on were their two beautiful daughters. it was a few hours later, making sure isla got some rest after how exhausting everything was for her but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of them, not even once. ‘ they’re the most beautiful girls i’ve ever put my eyes on… asides from you of course. i’m so in love with you three. ’ he mutters, little zoe fast asleep in his arms as he’s sat aside isla’s hospital bed. ‘ i never knew i’d be capable of feeling this amount of love, you know? it’s insane. i am the happiest i’ve ever been. ’

thirty-seven weeks... of self-discovery and growth, stocked with mood swings and awe-striking moments, a complete rollercoaster of emotions and feelings. thirty-seven weeks leading up to what was, undoubtedly, the most remarkable moment of isla’s life. the nerves preceding the labor, the jittery feeling coursing through her system when the first contractions started, the overwhelming pain engulfing her all throughout ( and after ) the labor had been forgotten as soon as her blue irises had caught sight of their two daughters. in the most cliché, movie-esque of the ways, everything had faded into the background only to be replaced with an overpowering feeling of pure love. hours fly between the moment she has fallen into deep sleep and the one when she wakes up but the happiness and astounding amount of love remain the same. her attention flickers between little bella, sound asleep in her arms, and kendrick and zoe, a soft smile permanently etched to her lips. ‘ it’s crazy, isn’t it? i think having them with us, being able to hold them and kiss them and just... take in all their little things, only heightens how much i love them and you. i’m so, so happy right now. ’

#✰. —– isla •「 DIALOGUE. 」❜#✰. —– isla •「 MAIN VERSE. 」❜#✰. —– isla •「 FT. KENDRICK. 」❜#waselysian

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bryson sighs slightly before following her further into her place, closing the door behind him. he figures that his sudden apology was probably unexpected and maybe in a way even confusing but the moment he saw her like this, he immediately starting feeling terrible and guilty even if i all might not really be his fault. he follows her into the living room, keeping his distance though and not even sitting down, instead just looking down at the floor rather than at her. ‘ i just hate seeing you like this and i feel like shit for it, like it’s all my fault or something i don’t know. i just really don’t like this… ’ he mutters, biting down on his bottom lip for a moment. as soon as she lets out how she was the one who fucked up, again, he shakes his head and looks at her, moving closer to her. ‘ no, princess, listen… ’ he says softly, sitting down next to her and carefully taking one of her hands in his, bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss against it. ‘ don’t do that. don’t even compare what happened two months ago to this now, okay? it’s different and i guess this is as much my fault as it is yours. this sucked, yes but you’re not the only one to blame here okay? so don’t even try and start to take the full blame. i just.. i might as well just have overreacted, you know? i’m sorry for that. i’m sorry for probably hurting you with my reaction too, that wasn’t my intention. it just it happened but it’s fine, okay? ’

it’s almost a bit of a lost whisper. a prompt it’s not failing to flee out louder than a murmur, so soft and quiet that alexandra barely recognizes her voice when the two words escape her mouth. all throughout her eyes prevail downcast, gaze flickering between her nails and the most recent tattoo on the back of her hand, as though the holographic shades or the inked lines would be an escape to reality -- they weren’t, and as much becomes obvious with the progression of their conversation. a defeated sigh spirals out when bryson takes her hand in his, the gentle touch welcomed for, in a way, it aided her easing the million thoughts running through her mind despite what might have seemed like from her beaten expression. ‘ i’m not comparing the situations — i’m saying the basis of it is the same. i fucked up then and i fucked up now. look bry, i don’t need you to sugarcoat it for me or take part of the blame or whatever because even if i didn’t realize right away that i had annoyed you with what i said, a few hours later it became obvious. bottom line is, i don’t want, nor do i need you to take the fall when it’s my fault and i, also, don’t want you to apologize for something i caused in the first place. i’m sorry, the last i wanted was for my words to rub off the wrong way and thus hurt you. it never crossed my mind that what i said innocently was gonna strike you in a different way — if it had, i would never say shit because i wouldn’t, ever, deliberately hurt you... ’

#✰. —– alexandra •「 DIALOGUE. 」❜#✰. —– alexandra •「 MAIN VERSE. 」❜#✰. —– alexandra •「 FT. BRYSON. 」❜#waselysian

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bryson is well aware that relationships aren’t always rainbows and butterflies. still, that doesn’t mean he likes getting into a fight with alexandra. especially one he knows is dumb and could’ve been easily avoided. whatever happened, happened and given he knows how stubborn the both of them are and on top he was scared he’d screw it up more than fixing it if he approached her in the wrong way, he took a little bit to reach out to her. not being able to sleep and focus on anything at all and mostly missing her like crazy became unbearable which is why he reached out to her. he was extremely nervous when he made his way towards her place, scared to screw things up even more but he knows they need to try and fix this and he wants them to be fine again so he can hold her again. the moment he rings the doorbell, he swears his heart stops beating for a second and only as she opens the door, it starts beating again. guilt washes over him as soon as he sees how exhausted xan looked and he knows it isn’t just because the internship was exhausting or anything like that. ‘ shit… i am.. ’ he takes a deep breath before he continues to speak. ‘ listen, i am so sorry. i didn’t and never want to be the reason for you to feel bad and not be able to sleep and just… i am so sorry xan. ’

in hindsight, alexandra believed storming off of his place on sunday had been the best decision she had made. no matter how dreadful the aftermath proved to be, had she stayed, they would slip into a never ending rollercoaster, going on circles and possibly spitting things neither of them meant. she needed the space — to cool off and to process; to understand how and why a perfectly normal conversation had escalated into a nonsensical argument. it took a great deal of thinking but, eventually, she figured what she had said innocently had rubbed off the wrong way, thus annoying bryson and leading them to the not-so-logical fight. startled is how she becomes when she opens the door and is greeted with an apology that she didn’t need, want or deserve, in the first place. it would show by how she stepped back, hadn’t she taken advantage of her own puzzlement to allow him to step inside, closing the door behind them as he proceeded to do so. ‘ i don’t know if i’m following your train of thought right now... why are you apologizing? ’ she quirks a brow, wondering further inside and into the living room where she plops down on the sofa, eyes downcast as she speaks, almost as though picking at the holographic nail polish was more important than their conversation — it wasn’t, it was just the perfect excuse to avoid his gaze. ‘ after all, i was the one who fucked up. again. ’

#✰. —– alexandra •「 DIALOGUE. 」❜#✰. —– alexandra •「 MAIN VERSE. 」❜#✰. —– alexandra •「 FT. BRYSON. 」❜#waselysian

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two months, give it or take, had flown by since miami and, thus, two months had passed ever since bryson and alexandra had worked their ( or her ) fears out and pushed past the insecurities and doubts to attempt something together. save the occasional bickering and messing around, however, the girl couldn’t remember a single time, throughout those sixty days, where they had fallen into an argument. in truth, xana was convinced the last and only time they had fought had been back in miami, just before their friendship gave place to a different relationship... at least, it had been the last and only time until now. with another day nearly passing since she had stormed off his place on sunday, another day where she could hardly get her act together and focus on what she was supposed to do, with another sleepless night adding up to it, the girl had promptly concluded they needed to work things out. it’s why she’s so swift to reply to his texts ( all awkwardness asides ) and why she had asked him to come around. that much doesn’t change how, as soon as the doorbell rings, her expression blanks out, numbing itself of the numerous emotions and thoughts swirling through her brain, leaving her to simply look exhausted when she opens the door. ‘ hi... ’

#✰. —– alexandra •「 DIALOGUE. 」❜#✰. —– alexandra •「 MAIN VERSE. 」❜#✰. —– alexandra •「 FT. BRYSON. 」❜#waselysian