Unconditional

15

Hollies pov:

Its already been three weeks. How has the time been flying so fast? I could have sworn it was just yesterday West was born.

But here we are, saying goodbye to August. Dropping him off at the airport. It's just going to be me and West for a while.

"Be safe. Have a good flight. And please, text me when you get back?" I say, hugging August.

I don't want to let go.

"Don't worry, I will. Call me if you need anything, okay?" He asks, squeezing me tight.

"Okay," I kiss his cheek. "Don't miss your flight." I smile, pulling away from our hug.

"I'll see you soon Holls," He peaks around me, to see West. "And you be good for your momma." August smiles at his son.

He watch as he walks into the airport, and disappears behind the doors, in the ocean of people.
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On my way home, I swing by the boys apartment. I open the door, and am immediately greeted by Tapper.

"Hey Holls, what's up?" He questions, making his way into the kitchen.

"Just coming to check in. Where's Wilder?" I ask, setting Wests car seat down on the counter.

"He's at the airport, picking Alek and Wyatt up." Tapper opens the pantry, and grabs a granola bar out.

"I thought they were going to be in California for a while?" I say, confusion rolling off my tongue.

"I guess their lead roll had some kind of family emergency so they postponed filming. He called us last night. Where's Aug?"

"I just dropped him off at the airport," I laugh. "If I had known, I would have picked them up for y'all." I claim.

"It's no big deal," he laughs. "How's the little man?" Tapper asks, unbuckling Westley from his car seat.

"He's doing great. He likes to keep me up at night, but otherwise he's a calm baby." I smile at him.

"This kid looks just like August oh my god," Tapper chuckles, adjusting West in his arms.

"Don't tell that to him though. He'll deny it so fast." I smile, fixing his blanket.

"I thought that was your car outside." Wilder says, walking in the door.

"Hey! Just thought I'd come say hi." I hug him.

"We love when you come by."

I watch as Wyatt walks in the door. He is exactly what I imagine everyone in California looking like. And honestly, August is starting to look like it too.

"Hollie, hey how are you?" He asks, giving me a quick hug.

"I'm doing good! How was your guy's trip?" I ask, checking on Tap, who's giving West to Wilder.

"It was good. Warm, as always." He smiles, grabbing a bottle of water. "And this must be the little one!" Wyatt looks over Wilders shoulder at my son.

Aleksander makes his way in the door. My eyes lock with his, as he looks at me.

I cant look away.

"H-hey-" I say, as he walks past me, his hand brushing against my leg, it sends butterflies around my stomach.

"Doll," He greets me, not bothering to even look back. "Wyatt did you seriously take the last bottle
of water?" Aleksander asks.

"I don't know. Maybe." Wyatt claims, making strange faces at West.

"I was going to head to the store on the way back home, I can grab some." I chime in.

"No, Holls it's okay. Going to the store with a newborn isn't easy. I'll grab some more tomorrow." Wilder says, sitting down on a barstool.

"If I'm already going, then it's not that big of a deal." I claim.

"I'll go with you Hollie. Just so you can have more attention on him." Aleksander says.

"If you want we can watch him," Tapper offers.

Oh?

"Guys really, I can go alone, and with West."

But fuck why do I want Aleksander to come?

"Get your shoes on. We're going," Aleksander says. I swallow the lump in my throat and grab Westleys car seat.

"It's fine Holls, we've got him taken care of."

"I really do appreciate it, but I want to take him. It's nothing against you guys, it would just make me feel more comfortable knowing what he's doing, and where he is." I say. And it's true. West comes with me everywhere. I don't like leaving him in my room any longer than two minutes, let alone here with the boys.

I take West from Wilder, put him in his car seat, and carefully buckle him in. I slip my shoes on, and Aleksander and I head out of the door.