"Remember back in Toronto"

Chapter 12

Kimberley's P.O.V:

I awoke the next morning with the worst headache and Aubrey's black leather jacket wrapped around me, it smelled like that one cologne he always wore.

I took it off me and headed to the bathroom to look at my face, I had dry black mascara streaming down my face if anything I resembled something out of the exorcist. I washed my face and then dried it with a towel.

I then headed to the kitchen to drink some water and take aspirin. My phone vibrated against the counter, it was Tiffany I ignored it and went to have a bath. I came out an hour later with a lighter headache, I figured that I should go and see Aubrey because of how everything went down.

I changed, brushed my teeth and quickly ate before driving to Aubrey's house I expected him to be at home training or something along those lines, Tiffany called me once again.

I know you're not meant to driving while on your phone but whatever, I answered her and put it on speaker.

"I've been calling you for ages" she sounded suspicious.

"Yeah I know sorry, I've just got the worst hangover"

"You sound like you're driving"

"Yeah I am, I'm going to see Aubrey-"

"That doesn't seem like a good idea"

"Why?"

"Because what if it ends badly"

"Then I'll learn from it"

"Just be careful okay?"

"I will, I promise"

"Okay, I'll talk to you later"

"Alright, bye"

She hung up and I continued driving, I didn't think I had anything to worry about. When I arrived at Aubrey's condo Ryan opened the door.

"Hey" he smiled.

"Hey Ryan"

"Come in, Aubrey's through there" he showed me a room.

"Thanks" I smiled and walked through.

Aubrey was sitting at a desk looking at the computer screen. He had a neutral facial expression on and didn't look up when I walked in.

"Here's your jacket" I held it up.

"Thanks, just leave it there" he said with attitude.

I couldn't figure out what his problem was.

"What's wrong with you?" I started to get annoyed.

"Nothing"

"So why are you talking to me like that?"

"Because!" He looked at me.

"Because what?!"

"Because I'm trying to protect your feelings"

"What are you talking about?!"

"I'm trying to protect you from falling in love with me"

"Protect me how? I'm not some silly highschool girl anymore"

"You're just going to get hurt, I'm going to hurt you and I can't do that"

"So don't" I walked in front of him.

"You know my track record"

"Where has this all suddenly come from Aubrey?"

"Your friend"

"Tiffany?"

"Yeah, she didn't think us being together was a good idea"

"Why are you listening to her, what exactly is her position in our relationship?"

"She said that us being together might break your heart and shit like that"

"When did she say this"

"Last night when you passed out"

"You're not going to break my heart"

"How do you know?"

"It'll take more than a couple of strippers to break my heart...believe me"

"That's not what I expected to hear"

"My father set the bar pretty high when it comes to heart break"

"What do you mean" he looked up worryingly.

"He just ruined me"

"What did he do?"

"Aubrey I can't-"

"Baby, I want to know"

"He made me have an abortion, then sent me away because he couldn't deal with the 'shame', I came back a year later"

"What did your mom say"

"Nothing, she let it happen. I know I was only seventeen but it wasn't like I didn't know what I want-"

"You don't have to explain to me" He pulled me down on his lap and hugged me.

"I need to tell you one more thing"

"What?"

"It was your baby"

Aubrey swallowed hard.

"W-what?"

"That night at your house-"

"Why did you wait so long to tell me"

"Because I didn't think I'd see you again" I stood up.

"That was our baby" he ran his fingers through his hair.

"You know how badly I wanted that baby"

"How long were you planning on keeping this from me?"

"I wasn't going to keep it from you for a long time, you don't get the fact that I was trying to forget about it"

"I know, I'm sorry" he hugged me.

Aubrey's P.O.V:

In that moment I saw Kimberley cry, not the usual laughter cry. The sadness cry, she blinked and the first tear rolled down her cheek then it all flowed out, I had to comfort her I hated seeing her cry.

I held her like that for a few minutes before she dried her eyes.

"It's not your fault" I kissed her forehead.

"Was it for the best?" she looked into my eyes.

"Not having the baby"

"Who knows, it could've changed a lot of things for us both"

"You're right"

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