I woke up early and looked at my hand to check if last night actually happened. When I saw the beautiful ring I instantly remembered Dolly's disapproval. I got up and went down stairs and started breakfast when my phone rang.
"This is Ali!" I said with a yawn.
"Hey. It's me." I heard Dolly's voice through the phone.
"I don't need it right now okay." I said.
"I'm sorry. I know you loved Dylan but he was my brother! (PLOT TWIST) its just....I'm crushed inside and I'm trying to hide it. I'm trying for you. But when I go home I go straight to his room and I cry. I lost my brother. He was like my best friend. And I'm not done grieving so I thought that you shouldn't either. And keeping a straight face in front of you is a lot harder when your happy. I just want one last hug one last I love you and one last sibling Saturday. But I can't. It it stings. I'm so sorry for how I acted." She was obviously crying.
"It's okay. I don't expect you to be okay. I don't expect you to stay strong for so long. I have an odd way of coping. But this is making me happy. I want your support." I said flipping the eggs.
"Then you have it." I laughed and we talked about Dylan until Cameron woke up.
"I have to go now. My handsome fiancé just awoke. I love you. Bye!" I hung up and kissed Cameron.
"Your such a good fiancé." He said laughing and indulging in his food.
"I try! I'm going to shower then we are going to FaceTime with my mom. I miss my baby." I hopped in the shower and turned on my music. I began to sing along with 'Not the Only One'.
By sam smith.
As I sang I felt sick.
*at red light after doctors appointment*
"OH I LOVE THIS SONG!" Dylan shouted like a 13 year old girl. "I know I'm not the only one, and I know and I know and I know and I knooooow " he sang loud while turning up the volume and dorking out!
"Uh. I love you" I said laughing so hard. He turned down the radio.
"Hey I'm hungry can we-"
I bent down and threw up. I grabbed my towel and shut off the music. I ran out into the living room and saw cam with the baby.
"Dylan is her dad. Not you. Put her down. DYLAN IS HER DAD! DYLAN IS MY FIANCÉ NOT YOU! CAMERON. PLEASE. I can't do this. I can't. I'm. Dylan is supposed to be here. Not you. I. Please leave. This is Dylan's home. Please!" Just then there was a knock at the door.
I went into my room and put on a pair of sweats and a baggy white t-shirt that was once Dylan's and I had sprayed with Dylan's cologne. I ran out and put my ring on the table. I replaced my new ring with the one Dylan got me. Cameron ran into the room and began to pack. He was mad. I answered the door.
"Baby. I'm sorry. We thought it was best for you. " my mom was standing there in tears.
"What?" I asked confused. She stepped aside revealing my dead fiancé. But he was alive. My heart fell into my stomach.
"Ali!" He said smiling. Tears rimming his eyes.
"How...Dylan" I said crying I walked over cautiously. I placed my hand on his chest and felt his heartbeat. We went inside and they explained that Dylan had lost complete memory. He didn't even know how to talk. They tried to teach him but it didn't work. They thought that he was never going to be him again. The doctors said it was so highly improbable that trying would be a waste of time. So, they told me he died. So I didn't have to be stressed and I didn't have to see him like that. They honestly thought that even though he was alive he was dead.
"Alison. I remembered everything last night. But. My daughter....my fiancé?" He said as a question. I jumped into his arms and cried. I cried until Cameron came out confused as ever. I explained to Dylan what happened and to Cameron what happened.
"Get out of my house you dumb son of a bitch!" Dylan said through clenched teeth.
"You weren't there!" Cameron yelled back.
"Cameron. Get. Out. HE HAD NO CHOICE. HE DIDNT KNOW WHO HE WAS. THIS IS BRAELYNN'S FATHER ANS MY FIANCÉ. YOU HAVE TO GO!" Cameron stormed away. The baby let out a cry.
"Is that-"Dylan said faintly. He followed me into the room. The baby began to cry. Dylan picked her up and and soon as he was holding her she silenced. "Braelynn. It's me. Your real daddy. I'm here. It's okay. " I watched as a tear slipped down his cheek and a smile grew wide.
"Dylan. Are you real?" I asked walking over and sitting on the bed. He looked at me strangely.
"I'm here. I promise. For good," he said. Tears began to glide down my face. My eyes blurred with tears. He bent down and hugged me. He smelt so good. I inhaled deeply and squeezed. I felt his back muscles. I felt the small scar on his back that looked like a fish. I pulled away and kissed his lips softly and he kissed back the way he did. The way he always had. I took a deep breathe.
"I couldn't breathe. I would sleep with your pillow and wake up and smell it and for a split second I thought it was you and I could breathe but every morning Id remember and it felt like someone dropped a brick on my chest. I couldn't breathe when you were gone Dylan. " he looked into my eyes and for a second everything was perfect. Like in the mornings before I realized. I could breathe. It was me and Dylan. And then it hit me. It wasn't me and Dylan. It was me and Cameron. It was me and Cameron and I couldn't breathe. I was engaged and I was happy but. I wasn't breathing. I stopped breathing. I was numb. Cameron wasn't real. I wasn't in love. I was numb. I was sick. My heart dropped. Cameron was my best friend. He was a great guy. He didn't deserve it. Not any of it. He was her dad and I just ripped it away.
"What's wrong?" Dylan's said breaking the silence.
"Cameron. I broke him. I. Dylan. I broke him. " tears flooded my eyes. I felt sick. I stood up. I went to the car and I started driving. I had to find him.