honey II

                                    

                                          
joji
1 and a half years, i hadn't seen y/n in almost 2 years. and now i had to go back to her apartment and pick up some of my old stuff i never bothered to take when i left. 
i was moving into a new apartment with brian, and i wanted to grab some old furniture and anything else i left behind.
i hadn't let her know i was coming, i had blocked her 2 years ago and i didn't want to call her again, so i'm just gonna show up.
and as i turned the corner of our old street, my heart starting pounding, because everywhere on this side of town reminded me of her.
i was really hoping a guy didn't open the door, but she was amazing, she's probably already engaged again.
i used my old key to unlock the apartment lobby and i stepped in, breathing in the familiar lemon cleaner smell.
and i decided to take the stairs, they'd be faster, and i just wanted to get this over with. 
it was sunday morning, so y/n was probably on her third cup of coffee, dancing around the kitchen in one of my shirts, and her hair is messy but her eyes are so bright and full of life. 
and before i knew it, i was at apartment 127, and i sighed, knocking on the door gently. and then i heard y/n, "coming!" 
and my heart started to pound, i probably should've called, her boyfriends definitely going to answer. what the fuck am i doing?
and then i heard her open the door and the door swung open, and i was so entranced with how pretty she looked, i didn't even the notice the baby on her hip.
her hair was pulled back messily, bits of hair framing her face, her bra strap was peaking out on her shoulder, and the tiny baby, who was fair skinned, with black hair on the top of its little head, was playing with y/n's necklace.
and her face dropped when she saw me.
"what are you doing here?" y/n asked softly, it looked like she was about to cry. 
"i-i um was going to come get some of my stuff," i mumbled, still extremely confused to who's baby that was and why y/n was holding it.
she didn't have a ring on her finger, i checked the first second i saw her. 
"oh. okay, come in," she nodded, opening the apartment door so i can walk in.
and i felt my heart flutter when i saw the apartment, exactly how i left it, and i remembered every time we kissed in this hallway, or got drunk on the living room floor.
and i followed y/n to the living room, and she sat down on the couch, the baby still playing with her necklace.
"whatever you want you can take it," she muttered softly and i turned around, and seeing her teary eyes made me want to kiss the worry out of her, but i can't kiss her anymore, because she's not mine.
and just as i opened my mouth to say something the baby started crying, and tugging at y/n's shirt.
"i'll be right back, sorry," she mumbled, standing up and walking down the hallway to the bedrooms.
and then it hit me, is that baby mine?
and i was trying to do math in my head but was freaking out too much to add 9 months from the last time i saw her.