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?”

clear my throat, shuffling my feet, and Nessa

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

he your boyfriend?” Mia asks

((

incredulously.

her sister down. “Go wash that

him. Use the makeup wipes

squeals in delight, rushing

you that my house can be a little crazy

as she steps closer and reaches out to

cock a brow, smirking. “A

love that sound. We’ve been through a lot of shit lately, but since we came out of it, she’s been laughing more and more. It’s quickly becoming my favorite sound in the

hand to lead me from

That twitchy, nervous feeling sets in again as we weave through a

scattered throughout the living room. floor, making

the

It feels like a real home,

that you see in movies but never believe exists in real life. My own house was always

within its walls.

parents are in the kitchen, her mother fussing over something on the stove while her father carries platters of food over to the table. Mrs. Diaz is bopping along to an old Billy Joel song blaring from a small speaker

a kiss atop her head, stepping back to give her a once-over. “We’ve missed you, Mija.” He lifts his head to glance in my direction, greeting me with a tight nod. ” Callum.”

I say politely, forcing the words past the tightness in

throat.

Diaz levels me with a stern look. “We

to have

bottoms out,

washing over me.

can’t we get through dinner first?” Nessa sighs,

my

way,” he replies with a stoic expression. He looks to me again, beckoning me with a flick of his head. “Come on, let’s step outside and

girls finish getting the

nod stiffly, dropping Nessa’s hand and following her dad to the sliding glass door off the kitchen, my heart racing

here looking at Nessa’s father, my guts

tight smile as he moves closer, clapping a hand down

say so many times, but now that I’m standing here across from Nessa’s father with his tight-set jaw

in my brain.

your daughter,” I begin, shuffling my feet on the concrete

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

going to stop you right there,” Mr. Diaz says, holding up a hand. “I’m not looking for an apology, son. That’s between you and my daughter. Vanessa’s a good girl, and I trust her. That means

wooden patio chair and sinking

his cue, dropping down into the chair and raking a hand through my hair.

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

through the glass patio doors. Nessa is grinning, talking

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beautiful smile on her face,

aren’t always easy,” Mr. Díaz continues, and my gaze snaps back to

those first few years. Life is stressful, starting a family is stressful. But

run just because

my throat, my fingers tightening on

patio chair.

important thing you can do in a relationship,” he says,

I grind out. “I won’t make that mistake

back in his chair and crossing an ankle over his knee. ” Good. Because second chances are a gift.” He points a finger in my direction. “Don’t squander

“I know I screwed

mistakes, Callum,” Mr. Diaz interrupts. “It’s human nature. It doesn’t

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. Like I said,

so, I’m trusting you with my

of my head. “I promise. Nessa is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I won’t risk losing her again. You have

that.” He pushes up from his chair, signaling the end of our

” For trusting

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

like his daughter’s effect on me. He’s a good man, a good father. Something I wish I’d had. Sometimes I wonder what my life would’ve turned out like

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

know that Lia and I are here for you if you ever need to talk, or if you need advice.

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an odd burning

my eyes. “Thank

again. “I appreciate

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 didn’t know how this would go tonight. The last

It’s more than I ever got from my own father figure, and I

Vaughn. 1

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

peace washes over me.

corner of my eye, I see Mr. Diaz

wrapping his arms around her waist and whispering something in her ear, and then they both look our way, knowing grins on their faces. In

see my future with Nessa, and damnit if I’m

mayhem. I slip an arm around Nessa’s waist, tucking her into my side, taking a

slowly.

could really happen

family resembled the

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