A/N: I just recently 'found' this while going through my files. It was cute, I wrote it a while ago and intended on posting it, but I guess I got too...busy? I dunno...it's cute, hope you enjoy it.

Fate, How I Love Thee

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Eric was the perfect boy all through my life.

He was my best friend when we were children, then we went through the cooties phase. Then Eric decided he liked me and we dated for a year when I was thirteen and he fourteen.

We broke up because ‘it was weird’ since he was in high school and I wasn’t.

When I was fifteen, Eric decided he loved me and insisted I break up with my boyfriend, John for him. I didn’t believe him and he purposely tagged along to every date I had with John. John broke up with me saying that he’d never get me.

Heartbroken, I ignored Eric for the rest of the year.

...But that didn’t stop him. No, not at all, Eric continued to get me to talk to him.

Eventually I gave in, but insisted that we stay friends.

A week later, Eric gave me a mind-blowing kiss in the rain, despite the ‘look, don’t touch’ rule we had established.

We didn’t date, but we had a...fling, I guess you could call it. Friends with benefits. Eric wanted me, and I thought I wanted the intimacy.

The summer I turned seventeen was the last summer we had before Eric went away to college.

We broke up because ‘it’d be weird’ the distance and all. Long-distance, without intimacy, we didn’t think we’d last.

A few weeks into the new school year and Eric and I had already lost contact.

Two years later, in what was supposed to be the summer before my third year in college, my father learned he had cancer.

I gave up on college and decided to focus on full-time work and supporting the family.

Although my father wasn’t pleased, he appreciated that I gave up my dreams to help him.

All contact with Eric had ceased and by that time, the only times I saw Eric was when I passed the stairs and saw pictures along the wall.

The year I was to turn twenty-four was the same year my father passed away. As sad as it was, he had requested that we all move on as fast as we could while still preserving his memory.

My brother, Mitchell, who was in the same graduating class as Eric, had called some of our father’s friends so that they could attend the funeral. Among those friends’ were Eric’s parents.

Six weeks before my birthday, three days after my father’s death, was the day of the funeral and everyone who had been called turned up to honour my father’s memory.

I was asked to give a speech about my father’s life through my eyes and halfway through, I spotted Eric in the arms of a beautiful redhead in the back of the congregation.

I was shocked, and according to Mitchell, it was quite easy to see the exact moment I noticed Eric because I had become deathly pale and I started to stutter.

I spent the rest of the night holed up in my room.

There was a knock on my door.

“Go away!” I yelled through my tears. But the knocking did not ‘go away’ it stayed and continued to knock until I angrily told them to ‘fuck off’.

The knocking stopped but instead of walked away, the door opened and in walked Eric, standing perfect and tall.

He walked to the bed and took me into his arms, holding me while I cried.

Ten seconds into his hug thing, I pulled away and he resisted, I continued to try and get him away from me.

“What are you doing?” He asked, clearly annoyed.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend? Tall, leggy, red-head?” I asked bitterly.

“Oh, Lea? Or...Lisa...something?” I nodded. “No, she’s just my date.”

“You brought a date to a funeral?” He nodded. “You. Are. Disgusting! How insulting is that!?”

“It wasn’t meant as an insult. She clings to me, I told her was going to a funeral, she insisted she come for...moral support I think she called it.” Eric shrugged. It was a cute shrug, I had seen it many times, and it had gotten him out of a lot of things as well.

“Just...go away, Eric. I’m really not in the mood right now.” He smirked and got up towards my calendar. He turned to me and smirked again before coming back and hugging me again.

“What are you doing?” I asked, though it was muffled due to the fact that my mouth was pushed against his shoulder.

“You’re upset, your Dad just died. Not only that, but I noticed that your time of the month started the other day. I can see why you’re upset.” I pulled back and slapped his arm.

“Asshole.” I said pulling him back into the hug and holding him there.

“Alyssa?” Eric asked a while later.

Almost everyone had left, the only exceptions being Eric and my family, who decided they were going to go our for dinner anyway.

“Hmm?” I mumbled into my pillow, it was quiet, relaxing and quiet.

“Do you want dinner anytime soon?” He asked, slowly rubbing circles into my back. Soothing and relaxing, just what I need at this time.

“Do I have to get up?”

“No, I can bring it to you.”

“Do YOU have to get up?”

“Well, assuming you want food eventually, yeah, I will have to get up.” He smiled, I could tell - he has his smiling voice.

“Then, no, I don’t want food.” I turned over so I was lying on my back and looked at his smiling face, his hand now lay on my stomach.

He lay down next to me and put his head on my chest.

“Mmm...I could stay like this forever.” He sighed in content.

I smiled at the scene.

I was lying on my bed, one hand on my forehead, the other in Eric’s hair, slowly rubbing his head. Eric’s head was lying on my chest, his hand on my stomach, the other around my waist.

“You could...but we’d die of starvation.” I said breaking his spirit slightly.

“I miss this.”

“Huh?”

“You and me, together. We had such good times, when we were kids, when we were in junior high, high school, shame I left for college. We could have been amazing in a dorm room.” He smirked and I playfully hit the top of his head.

“We had some good times.”

“Some? Baby - we were effing amazing. Now, I know I’m looking way into the future here, and don’t freak out, but if we ever have kids, they’d be total heartbreakers. Gorgeous freaking kids. Fucking hot as,” He kissed my stomach lightly.

“Strangest thing - I believe you. Our kids would be gorgeous. Beautiful, they’d have your hair and my eyes and oh - my boys’ would have your stupid smirk and that adorable smile that you make when you are one hundred percent satisfied - our boys would have that stupid smirk.” I laughed.

He smiled that satisfied smile. “What?” I asked confused.

He lowered himself to my stomach and lifted up my top slightly. He looked up at me and kissed my stomach.

“You want my babies.” He grinned happily.

“Huh?”

“You said ‘my boys’ and then you said ‘our boys’ - you want my children SO bad. You want to touch me and feel me and you so want me and my children.” He rolled on top of me and smiled at me cutely.

“I know I never said it, and you probably don’t believe me, but I love you. More than ever, I’ve made a lot of mistakes lately, but as long as I’m with you in the end, I’m totally satisfied. I’ll even get the cute smile on.” He looked deep into my eyes and as cliche as it is, I melted.

I’ve been on and off again with this guy since I was six, he finally says the words I’ve always wanted to say and what do I do?

I start to cry.

Way to scare a guy off!

“Oh, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa...I can’t take it back, but I can stop saying it all the time if you don’t want to hear it. I promise I don’t want to make you cry, I just want...you.”

He got up off me and I sat up, crying harder now. It was sad that instead of saying it back like I’d always imagined, I started bawling and ruining my face.

“Babe...please don’t cry.” He looked like he was going to cry soon too and before he knew what hit him, I pulled him into a hug.

He rubbed my back in the soothing way only he could do and whispered sweet nothings into my ear.

After I had finally stopped crying, he pulled me back, but kept his arms around me.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry I made you cry.”

“It’s not you. I don’t even know why I started crying - it’s just, I’ve waited for ages to hear you say that and now...it just sounds so amazing coming from you and I...say it again.”

He laughed and said it again.

“I love you, with all my heart,” He smiled taking my hand and kissing it.

I choked back a sob and smiled. “I love you too, Eric.”

Eric’s smile brightened about ten times and he pulled me in. His warm lips felt so good against mine, after many years of no Eric, it felt good to him back.

He lowered me onto my back and used his elbows to keep himself upright.

“I want our first kid,” He said in between kisses. “If it’s a boy, I want our son to be named Taylor or Tyler.”

I smiled as he kissed down my neck. “And if it’s a girl, I want my gorgeous baby girl to be named either Alyssa, after her gorgeous, gorgeous mother, or Raine. Any objections?”

I sighed as his kisses warmed my body. “None whatsoever.”

In the end, I guess it’s just the way fate played out our lives.

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