It had been three years since she had last been in L.A. Everything had gone to shit because her mom had pulled her from school without so much as letting her say goodbye to her best friend Tate Langdon. Sighing as she began walking down the road towards the Langdon home she traced her fingers over the iron fence in the front, glad to be back to see her friend again. She had not heard about Westfield and the stuff that went down because she had moved months before right after her father had died.
Constance did not seem to be home so Frances saw this as her chance. Sneaking in through the basement window she walked through the leery darkness, avoiding the boxes and jars from the doctor’s days. Looking around she found the stairs and pushed them open walking upstairs to Tate’s bedroom.
"—-Tate, you here?"
She asked out loud. Frances didn’t seem her normal cheerful self as she had before everything. Her tone of voice was different.
He’d died at that westfield shooting. He couldn’t remember his death, or how long it took, But he know how it happened. It wasn’t surprising really, not after what he’d done. But France’s leaving had thrown everything off for him. He was able to go to school every day because he knew he’d see her and that was really the only reason. Once she was no longer there, He couldn’t even make it a day and then he snapped.
That day though, Tate was up in his bedroom, Curled up on his bed. His mother had yet to sell the house and so all his things where still up there, and would be for years to come.
Tate heard her voice before he saw her, and his whole body tensed. It couldn’t be true, it was an illusion, She couldn’t possibly really be there.
Scarlett cringed and pushed his hand away immediately when he began to play around with the strands of her hair.
"No! Stop it!"
He blinked, Pulling his hand away from her hair. He didn’t understand, He’d caressed her before.
"I’m sorry..Um..What did I do?"
Scarlett nodded and walked up the steps, managing to avoid any unnecessary ghosts along the way of finding the crib and putting Ivy in it. She smiled and tucked the baby in, kissing her forehead before whispering.
"Goodnight, baby girl."
She walked out of the nursery and shut off the lights behind her. If anyone messed with the child, wow, would that be the biggest mistake of their ‘life.’ The brunette was already attached. Maybe a bit too much for it not being her child, but she didn’t care.
Bouncing happily back down to the basement, she joined Tate on the bed and cuddled into him, pressing miscellaneous kisses on his chest.
Tate waited for her patiently and then grinned when she arrived, Opening his arms for her. When she settled against him, Tate sighed in content, caressing her hair slowly.
Whispering the words softly, Tate’s dark eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the feel of her kisses. She was way to good to him, He didn’t deserve it.
Scarlett let out an audible sigh of relief when Tate confirmed that she would be a good mother. She wasn’t sure why she was so worried. Maybe because this child already had a fucked up background and the young girl didn’t need another pair of parents making it worse.
At the suggestion of laying Ivy down, Scar nodded and very carefully stood up off of the bed. She was glad that her movements were enough to keep the baby asleep.
"You stay here… I’ll go up. Unless you wanna tuck her in?"
"No..You go ahead, I’ll go up if she wakes up later, I guess.."
He smiled and crawled into the bed, Kicking his shoes off before sliding under the sheets. Taking a deep breath, Tate closed his eyes, trying to imagine what would happen now. How would this work? He didn’t have the first idea of what he supposed to do.
Hopefully Scarlett could help him with that. Because he didn’t know what babies needed. As far as he was concerned, They cried and pooped and ate.
She smiled as she looked up at Tate just in time for a kiss to be pressed to her lips. She sighed happily and pulled away so she could rest her head on his chest, gently cradling the baby in her arms. Though she was already asleep, Scarlett didn’t want Ivy waking up any time soon. The little girl deserved comfort for once.
"Do you think we’ll make her happy? That I’ll make her happy?
Tate nodded eagerly. He was almost one hundred percent sure she’d be a good mother, It was natural to her, He could see it. Scarlett had nothing to worry about.
"You’re going to be amazing. Much better then my mother ever fucking was."
Scattering kisses along the top of her head, He looked down at the baby, Caressing her face with the tips of his fingers.
"Maybe we should lay her down..?"
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She nodded, glad that there was something suitable for the baby to sleep in. She wasn’t about to have the girl sleep outside like it seemed her past parents had her do. Though when Tate sat down next to her, Scar scooted a bit closer to him, smiling at how the young baby cooed in her sleep.
"Good. Because she’s adorable and I’m not gonna be enough for her."
She whispered, not able to stop herself from placing another kiss on Ivy’s forehead. She knew that the three of them were going to be an amazing family.
She pulled her close when she scooted closer, He would try, For Scarlett and the baby. He wasn’t to confident about himself, But it didn’t mean he wouldn’t put in a decent amount of effort.
"She’s pretty. All pink and stuff.."
He glanced at Scarlett, Taking in her expression, She was so happy. Leaning in, Tate pressed a quick kiss to her lips, stroking her cheek. She was going to be a good mom, Better then his ever was. And he’d try and be a better father then Hugo, Though he couldn’t exactly blame the man for not being around.
Scarlett frowned, not exactly the answer she was hoping to get. It wasn’t like she was expecting him to jump up and down and bounce around the basement happily. Though she had expected a semblance of a yes. Shit, even if it was just a grunt of agreement.
"Tate… Come on."
She wasn’t sure how she could convince him. Chewing on her lower lip, she took a deep breath and glanced around the room, hoping to find something that couldn’t be found in the immediate proximity.
"Is there a crib anywhere? Somewhere else in the basement?"
He sighed, He could see the disappointment on her face. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be a father, he simply didn’t know how. It was just another major thing for him to fuck up.
"Theres on upstairs…It’s red.."
He spoke softly, Getting up to go sit next to the girl, wrapping his arm protectively around her shoulders.
"Scar. If you want me to be the baby’s father. Then I will be."
"No… I like Ivy."
Scarlett continued to play with the little girl before glancing up at Tate. She wanted to stand up, but she didn’t want to disrupt the baby in her arms. The brunette didn’t even think about what would happen if Ivy needed something and Tate wanted something at the same time.
"Are you gonna be her daddy? She needs a daddy."
She grinned happily as she asked, figuring he’d understand that. He’d grown up without a father and knew how shitty is was. And Scarlett would make sure that she was nothing like her parents at all. It was sickening to even think about. She planned on giving Ivy the best life that she possibly could.
Tate paused for moment, Unsure of how to answer. Would he even make a good father? He wasn’t really a good person, Though he sometimes tried to be, He wasn’t good at it. He sighed, Dark eyes downcast as he looked at Scarlett.
"Who’d want a killer as a father though, Scar? She’ll hate me when she grows up.."