regrets . oliver

[imogen realyn thomas]

everybody thinks they know me

[atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=width: 225px; height: 291; text-align: justify; background-color: #ededed; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: 3b3b3b; float: left; margin-top: 25px; overflow: auto; border-top: 1px solid 3b3b3b; border-right: 1px solid 3b3b3b; border-bottom: 1px solid 3b3b3b; border-radius: 0px 25px 25px 0px; padding: 5px;] Everyone has something they regret right? Probably. But Imogen’s greatest regret ran pretty deep. A year and a half ago, Mo gave birth to a beautiful baby boy and a year and a half ago, she’d left him and his father behind. It took a few months before regret set in. Before her maternal instincts were trying to figure out why she wasn’t caring for her child but it took well over a year for the guilt to torture her enough to return to Miami and track down her son and the man she’d conceived the child with. Shame kept her from knocking on his door, kept her at bay for an entire week. But today would be the day. She had a year and a half’s worth of making up to do and she was determined to do it. Taking a deep breath, Imogen slid on her walking shoes and made her way to Oliver’s place. From across the street, hands pocketed, Mo bit her lip and just stared at his door. She had to do this. Had to meet her son and make things right. It would have been easier to walk away. There was no doubt about that but Mo couldn’t live with the guilt and with wondering what that baby boy was doing, who he’d be calling mother. Mo started into the street, stopping as she realized there was an oncoming car honking it’s horn at her. Looking both ways this time, she trotted across the street to his door, took another deep breath to calm her nerves. ”Come on Mo. Man up.” She encouraged herself as her finger found the doorbell and pressed the button. Impatient as ever, she followed the doorbell with a gentle rap of her knuckles on the door, taking a step back and fiddling with her attire nervously. Oh God. She shouldn’t have come.

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[oliver percival whitmore]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px; background-color:#ffffff; border: solid #87649F 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;] cause when a heart breaks, no, it don't break even - a rare fond smile played across his lips as he watched his son imitate him. they were sitting at the breakfast table. grayson in his high chair both eating cheerio’s. olivers in a bowl with milk and grayson’s in a small bowl plain. every tie oliver took a spoon full grayson would put some in his mouth. every time oliver took a sip of his coffee grayson would take a sip of his milk. smiling at his son he finished his cereal taking the dishes to the sink. moving back over to his son he picked him up and out of his high chair holding him to his chest looking at him. “so what should we do today buddy, you want to color or go to the park” he asked him. he laughed slightly as grayson imitated olivers own thinking face before yelling out park, park, park. grayson loved the park. mostly the swings. moving to hold him against his hip he walked towards grayson’s room grabbing the sunscreen on his way. “alright, we can go to the park for a few hours and maybe after well go visit grandpa” he said. making his way to graysons room her grabbed the wiped and diapers and an outfit and sat in the middle of the room laying him down on a towel and changing his diaper before rubbing some sunscreen on him so he wouldn’t get burnt then put on a pair of shorts and a matching shirt. grabbing his sneakers he put socks on and then those and stood him on his feet. “alright your all set to go” he said watching grayson run off to play for a bit. turning on the monitor just in case oliver went and got everything together packing them a lunch and putting it in the cooler and changing into jean shorts and a white t shirt. he had the weekend off to spend with grayson but he had promised he would bring him by the restaurant and knowing his dad he would probably end up working while his dad got grayson. he couldn’t believe how quickly grayson was growing up. he had already started to talk and walk. of course he could only say a few things and mostly he liked being held but he still felt like time was flying by. grabbing the cooler and his diaper bag her sling it over his shoulder slipping into his own shoes walking over and picking up grayson. “okay I think ive got everything” say more to himself grabbing his keys. looking around to make sure he had everything he heard the doorbell follows by knocking. looking at grayson he smirked “maybe grandpa was too impatient to see you” says opening the door before freezing seeing imogen. he was shocked. his first thought was to close the door in her face which is what he did. taking a deep breath he set grayson down in the living room “go play so a bit buddy” says walking back over to the door opening it staying where h could still see grayson but glad he was out of line of sight. clearing his through a cold indifferent look on his face he crossed his arms. “what are you doing here imogen” were the only words out of his mouth. - status: finished. outfit: HERE. music: breakeven the script.

[imogen realyn thomas]

everybody thinks they know me

[atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=width: 225px; height: 291; text-align: justify; background-color: #ededed; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: 3b3b3b; float: left; margin-top: 25px; overflow: auto; border-top: 1px solid 3b3b3b; border-right: 1px solid 3b3b3b; border-bottom: 1px solid 3b3b3b; border-radius: 0px 25px 25px 0px; padding: 5px;] It was strange how slowly things moved when adrenaline was pumping through your body. Him pulling open the door and closing it again probably took all of ten seconds but Mo’s brain was working at hyper speed. Her eyes picked up the door knob turning as if the door was stuck and it was taking some time to open it. When the door finally did open, her eyes made their way up flashing briefly up to meet Oliver’s eyes for the briefest of seconds before her eyes landed on the son she’d left behind. And that’s where they stayed till the door shut. It took his sudden disappearance to bring her out of her own head, looking at the door confused. Her heart hammered in her head, leaving her practically deaf to everything but its beat. Lifting her hand, she was about to knock again when the door opened and her hand fell back to her side. Imogen wasn’t sure what to expect but she was sure that there was going to be tough getting back into her son’s life. She knew she deserved whatever trials that Oliver threw at her and that, as long as the end prize was their son, she’d be able to handle it. But that didn’t make it any easier to take the look on Oliver’s face. He looked at her as if she were just the annoying ex-girlfriend who couldn’t accept it was over. Maybe in some ways she was but she was more than that too. She was the mother of his child. Still, she shrunk a little as he addressed her, making it clear she wasn’t welcome here. It hurt and she always knew it would but to be a part of her son’s life would be well worth it. ”Is that..him?” She finally managed after swallowing a few times. Imogen hadn’t wanted to impose on Oliver’s privacy or make him feel uncomfortable but she found herself pushing onto her toes and looking past Oliver to try and catch another glimpse of her son. She was careful not to take a step forward though. Catching herself, she settled back flat footed with her shoulders a little slumped. Her desire to lay eyes on her son was greater than she’d expected, intensified by the glance she’d gotten of him. Her hands shook now and she held them close to her sides, balled into fists to try and get them to stop. ”I came to see him.” She said, looking up at the man she’d created a child with, her brow furrowed. He held her fate in his hands and that showed in the wide blue eyes she was giving him, a tiny spark of hope glistening beneath the shine of tears that threatened to spill over. ”Please.” She whispered, her throat tight.

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