We Are Unbreakable

Kimbers POV

I had the worst night of my life. I couldn't get one minute of sleep.
The call from my mother was haunting me. I didn't know what made me more nervous, calling her back or what would happen after the call.
Here I was, living in my perfect little world and now something was threatening it.
I can't believe Ryan's parents passed away. I didn't even know how, but it didn't matter.
This was too much to handle. How am I going to tell CC all of this. My past is almost as shady as Riley's. That's saying something.
I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and it was 8:00 am. I still hadn't slept.
CC started to stir and I felt him slide an arm around my waist and kiss my arm.
"Why you up so early?" He mumbled sleepily.
"Can't sleep. Just thinking..."
"About?" He asked.
"Just stuff. Baby stuff."
"Don't stress too much Kimmie. It's not good for the baby" he said, slowly lifting himself up and stretching.
"You at the studio again today?"
"Yeah, might be another long one. Andy is really starting to get on my nerves. He wants every little fucking thing to be perfect. I swear, we should just call this album 'Andy', would fit so much better" he said rolling his eyes.
"Why is he being a pain?" I asked sitting up.
"I don't know. But literally everything to do with this so far has been his way. No input from the rest of us. We're all getting frustrated."
"Well maybe you guys should slow down the process and just talk to Andy and make sure this is something you all want" I suggested.
"I can try, but Andy is reluctant to listen to anyone, but our producer. It's fine for now, but if it bugs the rest of the members, I'll say something" he said getting off the bed and going into the bathroom.
I sighed and tried to fall asleep again... Or at least pretend to try and sleep so I could call my mom when CC left. Which didn't take long.
Ten minutes later, CC was out the door and left me with my thoughts.
I grabbed my phone and called my mother back. I wasn't looking forward to this conversation.
The phone rang four times before she answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey mom. How are you?" I asked flatly.
"Oh, hi Kimber. I didn't expect you to call back so soon" she said surprised.
"Well the message you left was pretty important and I can't just leave it, cause it won't go away."
"Sweetie, don't talk about him like that. You love him."
"Yes, I love him, but... This couldn't be worse timing. How am I meant to tell CC?!"
"You just have to tell him. I don't know how you haven't! He is a big part of your life and I'm sure he feels neglected that his own parents don't have the time for him!" She nagged.
"Neglected him?! I looked after him for seven years! You and dad were the ones pushing me to better myself and Ryan's parents agreed!" I screeched.
"Sweetie, all I'm saying is that Seth is feeling lost. He could really use his mother."
"Okay, I'm done talking to you. I'll call you about this later. I just need to clear my head" I said, then hanging up.
I knew she would make me feel guilty.
Seth is my son.
I had him when I was 15 years old and I haven't seen him in five years.
I did miss my beautiful baby boy, but my parents wanted to have a life also. So I left him in Minnesota with my boyfriend's - at the time - parent's.
Obviously, me and Seth's dad, Ryan, broke up when I moved away. He was into heavy drugs and continuously relapsed. I couldn't leave him in custody.
But now I'm kind of screwed. My parents are too busy to look after an 11 year old. And I wouldn't let them.
He probably hates me. Resents me for leaving him when he was 7. I do miss him, but I have a completely different life. How am I meant to tell CC that my son is going to come live with us whether we like it or not.
I sighed and called my mother back.
"Well that didn't take as long as I thought" she said when she answered the phone.
"Well, there's really nothing I can do. He is going to come here no matter what. How is he?" I asked quietly.
"He's okay. Kind of shocked. It was a freak accident. Some rogue driver crashed into their living room while they we watching TV. So tragic. Thank God Seth was at a friends house. He has been staying with me for the last week, but I can't it has been hard. Kimber, he needs you. He needs stability in his life. The years ahead of him are going to be the hardest for everyone, lets not make it anymore complicated."
"When can he come out here?" I asked hesitantly.
"Next week. I can help him pack up and get everything sent off to you. He would really see you again. He does miss you."
"He does? He hasn't seen me in so long..." I trailed off, feelings of guilt flooding me.
"He talks about you and Ryan. He remembers what it was like before you left. He knows you didn't want to leave."
"I didn't at the time. He was 7! And Ryan well, he was never a father, but I'm glad Seth sees him in a good light."
"Would you like to talk to him?" She asked.
I was taken aback for moment. Talk to Seth? My baby that I don't even know. How could I talk to him?
"O-only if he w-wants to talk t-to me" I stammered. I felt myself shaking. What if he didn't want to talk to me?
There was a moment of silence, then a ruffling, then a voice.
"Hello? Mom?" A boys voice said. So angelic and pure. It was like he was 7 again and I was saying goodbye.
"Seth" I breathed. The word was barely audible. "Baby, I'm so sorry" I said, feeling hot tears well in my eyes.
"I can't believe it's you. Am I really coming to stay with you, like grandma says?" He asked, his voice full of hope.
"Yes sweetie, you get to stay with me" I sniffled.
"Promise?"
"I promise baby."
It was like the bond was never broken. He was still my baby.

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