This is a Hardin x Tessa fan fiction, although focuses mostly on their daughter Emery Scott.
Finished writing: March 25, 2021.
Posting schedule: Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.
It is written in first person, present tense, and has many point of vi...
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HARDIN.
The doctor says she'll wake up soon and that she's fine. I am forcing myself to believe him. I know Tessa will survive this, because there's no way in hell that I'd have this worse of luck. I have a lot of fucking bad luck, but this is worse. I don't think I'd be able to live with myself without Tess. What would I do? How could I take care of the kids? I never really thought about how important Tessa is to the family. She is the glue. She keeps us from going insane. If she's gone... how can I stay strong for Auden and Emery?
It's probably risky think about these things in front of Emery, which is why I have my head down onto Tessa's still shoulder. I feel my throat ache, but I hold the tears back. I'll wait until I am alone. It's one thing being a baby in front of Tessa, but not in front of one of my children. I'm supposed to be one of their shoulders to cry on. I'm not going to start crying on her's. If anything, she should be crying on me. She witnessed it happen.
I would never be able to be as strong as Emery, seeing Tessa on the ground, blood everywhere...
Her hands clenching mine that are desperately holding her wound for it to stop. I've had nightmares like this. They are worse than hell itself.
"I'm..." Emery croaks.
Shit.
I raise my shoulders and muffle a small cry as I press my head further against Tessa's forearm. I don't want to look up at her. She sounds so broken. "M'going to wait outside." She finishes and I patiently wait to hear her footsteps. I probably should look up at her. I should give her the assurance, but what if I make it worse for her? I don't want to look up at her and to see her pain. I can't handle anymore pain than I am in.
I don't even know if she's still in the room when I mutter, "Okay. I'll be a few more minutes." I wipe my eyes. I don't want to leave Tessa yet. I feel like alone time with her will do me good.
Just the feeling of Tessa's hand. Her hand isn't as warm as it usually is, but it isn't exactly cold either. She slightly pale, but I'm honestly not sure if it's just me imagining things.
I rest my chin onto her forearm, looking up at her round face and defined jawline. A memory flashes through my thoughts...
This was back long before Tessa and I even worked things out. We were still on the bumpy road, yelling and fighting almost every other minute. (I'd like to believe it was just the learning stage of the relationship.) I fucked so many girls yet knew so little about them. I didn't understand, or better said, didn't care to understand about their emotions whatsoever until Tessa. And even once I began to care it wasn't in the right way.
It was back it stupid fucking Seattle. I had chased off fucking Trevor from her room, which led to her screaming at me and later we ended up fucking on the bed. Like I said, a bumpy road.
