Amelia’s POV

“I really have to go check on Cale” I say once I break away from Jaime

“Yea, I’ll come too”

I walk out the door, Jaime right on my heels like a lost puppy and I am immediately scared that I have given him false hope. But surely he would know we can’t jump right back into this though. No way in hell we could do that. I shove down my worries and walk over to my old bedroom. I push open the door and in the light I realise how very little it has changed. Aside from the bedding almost everything is the exact same as I remembered it to be. I hesitate in the door way.

“They’re probably downstairs already. It is pretty late.” Jaime said. I shake my head to snap out of my trance and leave the bedroom behind.

We head downstairs and as we come around into the living room we can hear voices coming from the kitchen. We walk in to find Cale sitting on Tony’s lap while Casey is on Mikes. Vic is behind the stove cooking what smells like pancakes. God I missed Vic’s pancakes. I think back to the day after my fight with Jaime, these pancakes smell exactly the same as then. Absolutely delicious.

“I hope you’re making enough for us all” I say quietly. Cale jumps up at my voice and slides off Tony’s lap and runs over to me.


“MUM!” He jumps on me with a massive smile “the monsters stayed away last night!”

“Oh sweetie! That’s amazing!” I hug him tightly. No wonder I slept through the night.

“Can we go to the zoo again today?” Casey asks.

“But you went yesterday didn’t you?”

“Yea?”

“Maybe we give it a few more days at least then okay?” She huffed but accepted my decision.
Ale over to the counter where I peak over Vic shoulder to look at the pancakes.

“Patience Mil, there’ll be plenty” Vic chuckled. “Does someone want to set the table?”

“Sure” I say with a smile. I put Cale on the ground but he sticks by my side.

“I want to help”

“Sure thing love” we set the table together and Jaime comes over with piles of condiments; Honey, Nutella, lemon. Everything. Vic starts handing out plates of pancakes and we all sit together for our first meal together in four years. I love watching the guys and watching them interact with Cale and Casey. Seeing how despite the fact they only met them for the first time yesterday, the guys really do care about them and it’s more than obvious that Casey and Cale adore them, or the attention. Actually those are probably on par at the moment. This is really good for them, they don’t really get any interaction with family is really good for them because they have so little contact with mine while they’re living in Australia. Thinking about my family I begin to think about Jaime’s. Do they know? How much has he told them? What do they think of me? Jesus will they even want to know their grandchildren?

The more I think the less hungry I am, starting to feel more and more uncomfortable at the table with everyone I politely excuse myself, place my plate on the bench and wander through the house. I wind up in Jaime’s home studio, surrounded by instruments, paper and a whole heap of equipment that I wouldn’t be able to work if my life depended on it. I walk around and then pause when I reach the kay board. I haven’t played since I left. I wonder if I still remember any songs. I slide onto the stool and run my fingers over the keys. Testing a few notes, trying to figure out where I had left off. Eventually I find the right note and muscle memory takes over. Out of habit I am once again playing ‘Hold on Till May’ it’s always been my go to song. A small smile stretched over my face as music fills the room. I become so absorbed in it that I don’t realise when someone enters the room until they are right behind mem with their hands on my shoulders. I recognise them immediately. My hands pause on the keys.

“Don’t stop” he whispered into my ear. “I love hearing you play”

I chuckle and spin around on the stool, looking up into his eyes. “Now we both know that the notes weren’t all right”

“You play it better.” I subconsciously lean my head up to him.

“I can think of thousands of fans who disagree with that” I chuckle.

“I think I like you more than them though” I leans down and gently places his lips on mine, almost hesitantly, as though he was checking that it was okay that he did this. Though I know I really should push him away and that this will probably do nothing but cause problems for us both I can’t bring myself to do it. Instead I let myself melt into his arms, I let myself get absorbed into his kiss. When he realises that I am not going to push him away he becomes less hesitant. Leaning further into me, arms wrapping around me. My hands move upwards and tangle in the hair at the back of his head. I pull him harder to myself, desperate to feel his touch. I had been without him for so long and now that I am here, in his arms I feel starved of his touch. How can he make me go crazy like this every time that he touches me? It’s been so long, why did I never get past this? Why couldn’t I ever move on? As Jaime deepens the kiss even further, all the worries that had been plaguing me slowly begin to slip away.

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