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Part 3

3 months later (June)

It will be Noah’s birthday next week, I can’t believe my little baby is about to be four. Quinn has called me a few times and we got caught up. Luke and I got back into the weekly facetimes so he and Noah could chat. Jack has been stopping by as much as he could, the second he got home from Jersey he was on my doorstep apologizing. We aren’t fully back to what we are but we’re getting there. Trevor however has reached out, he wants to make amends; he says he wants to find a way for him to be a part of Noah’s life. After talking to my parents, Kirby, and Quinn I realized I need to forget my feelings and give Noah a chance to let him know his dad. So after Noah’s little league baseball game I am having my mom watch him while I go meet Trevor. I want to take this all slow and make sure he knows how much responsibility this is.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON UP THERE” I hear my mom yelling as I am walking into the house. During the year I live with Kirby however I recently bought a small apartment in Michigan for myself, as Noah would be starting school soon and I don’t want to settle him down somewhere to only have to move for Kirby. Plus being close to home makes it easier to have help when I need it.

The entire Hughes household is coming to Noah’s game, it’s literally a bunch of three to five year olds just rolling around but some of us get very intense over it *cough* Luke *cough*.

“No! I am wearing it! Mommmmmmm!” I hear my younger brother whining, damn sometimes I think Noah is older. Luke comes barreling down the stairs launching himself into my mom's arms as if she would protect him. Not far behind him comes Jack, who is wearing a bigger version of Noah’s baseball jersey. He stops on the last step seeing me standing in the doorway with Noah on my hip. I walked over to Jack and even though I am standing right in front of him he isn’t looking at me, his eyes are on Noah who is currently twinning with him. Even though Jack apologized and we have been speaking again I wasn’t ready to let him around Noah. However it was finally time to stop torturing him plus I am pretty sure my mother would’ve found a way to ground me if I didn't let up eventually.

“Wuncle Wack!!” Noah yelled trying to reach for Jack, after that night at the rink I explained to Noah who the boys were. Except Trevor of course, which he didn’t question thankfully.

Jack’s eyes lit up with so much joy, he looked at me for permission to take him. I nodded and boy should I have made Jack sit down because next thing I know Jack is bouncing about the house.

“Jack, can you please be careful? Plus we need to get going or we will be late.” Our mother scolds him.

After the most annoying car ride ever we finally arrived at the field. I swear Luke and Jack are three years old at heart. If only I wasn’t meeting up with Trevor right after I could’ve gone with my parents and Quinn. I am surprised Noah still has energy to play after non-stop chattering with the two idiots.

I initially thought Luke was intense when it came to Noah playing, boy was I wrong. My dad has come to one or two games before but he just sits back and watches which is surprising. Now Quinn and Jack my god they nearly got us kicked out of the stands. Jack nearly started a fight with the other team's coach. Over what you may ask, well another kid accidentally tripped into Noah which cost him a home run.

In the end his team won, I think. I am still pretty new to this sport. My family was going to take him for ice cream and then home while I met with Trevor.

Pulling up to the coffee shop about twenty minutes early, it gave me time to breathe and have a mini freak out. Deep down I knew him and I would have to have this talk eventually. I felt my phone buzz in my hand and saw that Trevor had texted me that he was waiting at a table. I look up and can see the back of his head by one of the window tables. Well I guess I have no choice but to go.

It has been about five minutes of silence since I sat down. It is so awkward, neither of us know who should speak first. It’s not like we left off on a good note so we can’t just pick right up.

“Kirby said you got your dream job, which job did it end up being?” Trevor broke the silence first, making a little joke. Throughout the years he knew me I had changed my mind multiple times.

“I am actually the head power skating coach for the Detroit Red Wings, I coached for UMich for the last two years.” I proudly told him, he knew out of all the jobs I thought of this one was the one that kept coming back to me.

“I finished school in the criminology program but I just couldn’t fully commit to it due to raising Noah. So Thomas talked to his old coach and helped me get a job.” I tell Trevor, thinking back on the first time I coached the boys. I was so hard on the guys especially Luke because as his older sister I had too.

“Thomas was really there for you wasn’t he?” Trevor sadly says to me.

“Yes, the morning you woke up to me gone I was with him because I saw Emma texted you. He was the only person I told at the time about what really happened. He even helped me plan numerous ways to tell you, however I could never go through with it and he respected me.”

“I am sorry y/n. I am sorry for everything. Not just for hurting you but also for taking your brothers away. If I could go back and change things I would. But I can’t. I would like a second chance. I want to show you I can be there for you and Noah. I understand you are with Kirby and I am not asking for anything past the friendship of two parents-” Trevor softly tells me while holding eye contact with me, but is interrupted to the sound of my phone ringing.

“Hello?” I answer after seeing it’s just my dad calling.

“Sweetheart, you need to come to the hospital right away.” My dad says and every bad thing that could’ve happened starts swirling around in my mind. Trevor, noticing the panic in my eyes sits up even straighter then was.

“What do you mean? Is Noah okay?” I rush my words out as I start to find money to put down on the table.

“He collapsed at the ice cream shop as we were walking back to the car. The doctors won’t give us an update. He has no broken bones or any cuts, but the doctors say you need to get here now.” My brain just shuts down and I feel like I am floating. My ears are buzzing and my heart drops to my stomach. Millions thoughts are racing through my head. My hands are trembling and I can't get a word out to my dad, I am looking at Trevor like a deer in headlights.

"I-I-Trev?" Is all I can muster up to say, Trevor quickly takes my phone out of my hands. My brain isn't developing anything he is saying, but I can tell he looks concerned.

Trevor quickly stood up after ending the call, he threw some money on the table and grabbed my car keys. He helped me up and walked me to my truck, helping me into the passenger seat. Trevor drove stupidly fast and I remember I use to get mad at him for it, but I couldn't care less at this moment.

I haven’t felt this scared since the accident, waking up in a trauma room alone and worried for my baby. I had no one with me for hours. However this time I have Trevor.

We arrived at the hospital in record time, I nearly flung myself from the car the second we got into the parking lot but Trevor put his arm over me to keep me from jumping out. So here I am running to the 6th floor to get to the children’s ward with Trevor not too far behind. I see my dad pacing back and forth outside of a room while my mom is talking to a doctor. I slow down and walk right up to them. I peer inside the room and see Luke and Jack watching something on the tv with Noah.

“Mom? Dad? What's wrong?” I can see tears in my parents eyes.

“Miss Hughes I am Dr. Adams, I have been treating your son.” I look over towards the older woman.

“We ran some tests to see why Noah fainted, I am sorry to tell you but we have found a tumour in Noah”s brain.” The minute she said tumour I collapsed to the floor, quiet sobs screaming out. Even in my worst pain I don’t want Noah to hear me crying. I felt arms pick me up into his lap as he held me close to his body. I could feel him shaking and muttering “no, no, no”, I looked up at him through all the water in my eyes and he too had tears streaming down his face.

After what felt like forever holding each other, Trevor stood up still holding me. He sat down in the chair as I could feel him still shaking.

“How bad? Is there anything we can do?” Trevor somehow managed to form his word even though it took him a few tries to get it all out.

“Your son has a glioblastoma which has a very low survival rate. Surgery is an option, however at his age we are very careful with a risky surgery like this. In my opinion chemo is the path we should take. I will leave you all alone to discuss, if you have any questions ask a nurse to page me.” Dr. Adams' words started to echo in my head, I wasn’t fully understanding anything she said. My world felt like it was falling apart and there wasn’t anything I could do.

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