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?”

feet, and

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

boyfriend?” Mia asks

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incredulously.

to set her sister down. “Go wash

tell you all about him. Use the makeup wipes in the cabinet under

in delight, rushing

that my house can be a

her eyes as she steps closer and reaches

cock a brow, smirking. “A little?”

head back on a laugh, and fuck I love that sound. We’ve been through a lot of shit lately, but since

hand to lead me from the foyer into

That twitchy, nervous feeling sets in again as we weave

making our

the

like Nessa’s house. It feels like

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

within its

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 that effectively drowns out the noise emanating from the rest of the house. Nessa clears her throat to announce our presence, and both of her parents look toward the doorway, easy smiles brightening their faces.

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

say politely, forcing the words past the tightness in

throat.

me with a stern

have a talk,

out,

washing over me.

dinner first?” Nessa sighs,

taking my hand

replies with a stoic expression. He looks to me again, beckoning me with a flick of his head.

the girls finish getting the

and following her dad to the sliding glass door off the kitchen, my heart racing as we step out into the night and he closes it behind

father, my guts are so twisted up that I feel like I’m two

me a tight smile as he moves closer, clapping a hand down on my shoulder and leaning in. “Relax, this

scrubbing a hand over my face and heaving a sigh. I’ve gone over what 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 are

in

your daughter,” I begin, shuffling my feet on

she’s giving me another chance, and I plan to spend the rest of my

“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 trusting her to make the best decisions for her own life, so if she

a sigh, sidestepping to a wooden patio chair and sinking

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

Diaz leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and pinning me with a serious stare. “Lia and I were about your age when we found out we were mates,” he provides.” A few months later, 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 been the light

kitchen through the glass

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the beautiful smile on her face, my heart swells. Special is an understatement.

gaze snaps back to him. “I love Lia with everything I am,

our share of struggles in those first few years. Life is stressful, starting a

run just because things got

lump in my throat, my fingers tightening

patio

do in a relationship,” he says, leaning forward and pinning me with a somber stare. “Stay.”

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

his chair and crossing an ankle over his knee. ” Good. Because second chances are a gift.” He points a finger in

won’t,” I say confidently. “I know

Mr. Diaz interrupts.

against you, as long as you take good care of my daughter from here on out. Like I said, I trust her

I’m trusting you with my

promise. Nessa is the best thing

slides across his face in response. “Good. I’ll hold you to that.” He pushes up from his chair, signaling

you,” I breathe as he steps closer. ” For trusting me with your daughter. I won’t let

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

There’s 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 wonder what my life

he’s reading my mind, Mr. Diaz pauses before opening the door to head

exile. Just know that Lia and I are here for you if

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tightens, an odd burning

forming behind my

again. “I appreciate

shoots me a look as if to ask if I’m good, and I nod in response, a genuine smile stretching my lips.

ever got from my own father figure, and I

Vaughn. 1

hand and pressing a soft kiss to my cheek, and

complete peace

my eye, I

and then they both look our way, knowing grins on their faces. In the two

with Nessa, and damnit if I’m not looking forward to it. Those easy smiles,

full of pups running around and causing mayhem. I slip an arm around Nessa’s waist, tucking her

slowly.

but never let myself imagine. I never believed it could

family resembled

arrived. The two younger boys