Broken Bond by C.J. Primer

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CALLUM

I don’t typically get nervous. Agitated and pissed off, sure. Annoyed, definitely. But nervous? It’s not a frequent state for me, at least it wasn’t until recently.

Since I returned from the mission, it’s like

I’ve lived in a constant state of

apprehension. Coming clean about my past and trying to win Nessa back came with a heavy dose of nerves, as did confronting Troy, but after successfully navigating all of that, I thought I was finally in the clear. Troy was exiled last week. Nessa has remained by my side, and we’re closer than ever. I can’t remember a time when I’ve been more at peace that I have been this week, but now here I am again, a fumbling, uneasy bundle of nervous energy as I walk with Nessa up to the front door of her family’s house.

“You’ve already won me over, but now you

have to win my parents.”

That’s what Nessa said when she invited me to this dinner, and my anxiety has been on overdrive since. I’ve never been great with parents, and the thought of coming face to face with these people after I abandoned

their daughter and broke her heart has me feeling physically ill. Sure, we’re back together now, but that doesn’t undo my past mistakes. Nessa may be giving me a clean slate, but I doubt her parents will be as forgiving.

“You ready?” Nessa asks, pausing with her hand on the knob of the front door and looking back at me with an encouraging smile.

I blow out a breath, nodding slowly. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” I mumble past the lump in my throat.

She leans in, cupping my jaw in a palm and brushing her lips against mine. “You’ll be fine,” she reassures. Her touch and scent

send a wave of calm rushing through me, but then Nessa twists the knob to open the front door and I follow her inside, stepping into a scene that can only be described as

utter chaos.

Right after I step over the threshold, a hockey puck flies at my head and I bob out of

the way at the last second, my head whipping around to see it collide with the

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“Marco, Matias!” Nessa calls sharply, turning a glare on a set of pre-teen identical twins running through the foyer with

hockey sticks clutched in their hands. “You know the rules,” she admonishes.

“Yeah, yeah,” one of them sighs, rolling his eyes as he skids to a stop. “Not in the house.”

“Exactly,” she tuts, stooping down to pick the puck up off the floor. She hands it back to the kid and ruffles the top of his dark hair, much to his chagrin. “You’d better go put those sticks back in the garage before Mom

and Dad see.”

The twins scamper away, groaning, and a high-pitched yell draws my attention to the stairs, my eyes widening when I see a blur of motion as a younger boy shoots down them riding atop a red plastic sled. He picks up so much speed by the time he reaches the bottom that he goes crashing into the wall opposite the stairs with a loud thump, laughing hysterically when he lands in heap on the floor.

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Nessa rushes over to help him up, her eyes wide with concern. “Raf, are you okay?!”

“That was awesome!” another young boy calls from the top of the stairs, jumping up and down excitedly. “Bring it back up, I wanna try!”

Nessa whips around, glaring up at him and pointing a finger. “Absolutely not! No more sledding down the stairs.”

The real-life crash dummy- Raf, apparently

– is still laughing like he just had the ride of his life. “Lucas, you have to try it!”

“No,” Nessa repeats, confiscating the sled from him as soon as he picks it up off the floor. “Go wash up for dinner, little

menace.” She shoos him away with a pat on the back, then pulls open the door of a small coat closet and stuffs the sled inside to hide it.

“Mom!” a shrill voice calls out, followed by a very angry looking teenage girl stomping into view from the upstairs hallway. “Mia got into my makeup again!” She freezes when she looks down and sees me standing in the foyer, her face flushing with

embarrassment before she whips around and runs out of sight.

“Did not!” a tiny voice replies defensively, and I turn to see a little girl in a bright pink dress skipping into the foyer, the evidence of her lie all over her face in the form of a truly awful makeup application. She lights up

when she sees Nessa, her face splitting into a

wide smile. “Ness!” she squeals, running up to her and launching herself into her arms.

“Hey, little one,” Nessa laughs, scooping up the small girl and balancing her on a hip. You know you’re not supposed to be playing in Elena’s makeup.”

“I wasn’t,” she protests, but then Nessa

gives her a hard look that has her heaving

a

sigh and coming clean. “I only used a little

bit. I wanted to look like Princess Aurora.”

Nessa shakes her head, an amused giggle slipping from her lips.

The little girl in her arms suddenly spots me, brown eyes widening as she points a finger in my direction. “Who are you?”

shuffling my feet, and Nessa turns around

she provides. “Callum, this is my littlest sister,

he your boyfriend?”

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incredulously.

Nessa replies, stooping to set her sister

about him. Use the makeup wipes in the cabinet under the

in delight, rushing

that my house can be a

she steps closer and reaches out to take my

a brow, smirking. “A little?”

throws her head back on a laugh, and fuck I love that sound. We’ve been through a lot of shit lately, but since we came out of it, she’s been

my hand to lead me from the foyer into the

feeling sets in again

scattered throughout the living room. floor, making our way to the kitchen at

of the house.

like Nessa’s house. It feels

never believe exists in real life. My own house was always devoid of all that, cold and empty like a tomb. Tidy and

its

along to an old Billy Joel song blaring from a small speaker that effectively drowns out the noise emanating from the rest of the house. Nessa clears

embrace. He drops a kiss atop her head, stepping back to give her a once-over. “We’ve missed you, Mija.” He lifts

to see you again, sir,” I say politely, forcing the words past the tightness

throat.

with a stern

have a

bottoms out, a

washing over me.

dinner first?” Nessa sighs, stepping

my

to me again, beckoning me with a flick of his head. “Come on,

the girls finish getting the

the kitchen, my heart racing as we step out into

this would be an understatement. I’m not easily intimidated, but standing out here looking at Nessa’s father, my guts are so twisted up that I feel

it written all over my face, because he gives me a tight smile as he moves closer, clapping a hand down on my shoulder

I wanted to say so many times, but now that I’m standing here across from Nessa’s father with his tight-set jaw and sharp expression, all the words

in my

begin, shuffling my feet on the concrete patio below.

always regret. But she’s giving me another chance, and I plan to spend the rest of my life making it

“I’m not looking for an apology, son. That’s between you and my daughter. Vanessa’s a good girl, and

patio chair and sinking down onto it, gesturing to the seat across from him.

movements are jerky as I follow his cue, dropping down into the chair and raking a hand through my hair.

she got pregnant. We were still kids ourselves, we had no idea what we were going to do with a child of our own. And then Vanessa came along.” His lips pull into a smile, his eyes twinkling with adoration at the mention of his daughter. Ever since she was born, she’s

glancing toward the kitchen through the glass patio doors. Nessa

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at her, at the beautiful smile

snaps back to

in those first few years. Life is stressful,

didn’t run just because things got

swallow past the lump in my throat,

the patio chair.

a relationship,” he says, leaning forward and

going anywhere,” I grind out. “I won’t make that

an ankle over his knee. ” Good. Because

say confidently. “I know I screwed

make mistakes, Callum,” Mr. Diaz interrupts. “It’s

you a bad person. It’s okay to make mistakes, as long as you learn from them. I’m not going to hold yours against you, as long as you take good care of my daughter from here on out.

you with my baby girl. Don’t make me regret

best thing that ever happened to me, and

I’ll hold you to that.” He pushes up from his chair, signaling the end of our conversation, and I quickly scramble to my feet across from

you,” I breathe as he steps closer. ” For trusting me

leading me back toward the house. Ordinarily, I’d recoil at a gesture like that, uncomfortable with human touch,

something about him that’s calming, a lot like his daughter’s effect on me. He’s a good man, a good father. Something I wish I’d had. Sometimes I

mind, Mr. Diaz pauses before opening the door to head back inside. “I heard about what happened

are here for you if you ever need to talk,

Anything.” 2

throat tightens, an

my

I say again. “I appreciate

open and ushering me back inside. As we enter, Ness immediately shoots me a look as if to ask if I’m good, and I nod in response, a genuine smile stretching my lips. Truthfully, I

ever got from my own father figure, and I

Vaughn. 1

taking my hand and pressing a soft kiss to my cheek,

peace

of my eye,

in her ear, and then they both look our way, knowing grins on their

my future with Nessa, and damnit if I’m not looking

running around and causing mayhem. I slip an arm around

slowly.

wanted, deep down, but never let myself imagine. I never believed it could really happen for someone like me. And

family

that we walked into when we arrived. The two younger boys kept flicking spoonfuls of mashed potatoes