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

wall beside the door. 2

“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?”

and Nessa turns around with a bright smile.

“Callum, this is my littlest sister,

he your boyfriend?” Mia asks

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incredulously.

replies, stooping to set her sister down. “Go

about him. Use the makeup wipes in the cabinet under the

rushing off in a

my house can be a little crazy

rolling her eyes as she steps closer and reaches out

brow, smirking.

sound. We’ve been through a lot of shit lately, but since we came out of it, she’s been laughing

Nessa urges, tugging my hand to lead me from the foyer into the

nervous feeling sets in again

making our way to

the

It feels like

own house was always devoid of all that, cold and empty like a tomb. Tidy and sterile, in stark contrast to the chaos of this

its

Joel song blaring from a small speaker that effectively drowns out the noise emanating from the rest

embrace. He drops 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.

I say politely, forcing the

throat.

with a stern look.

have

out, a cold

washing over me.

get through dinner first?”

taking my hand again.

of the way,” he replies with a stoic expression. He looks to me

the girls finish getting the table

sliding glass door off the kitchen, my heart racing as

an understatement. I’m not easily intimidated, but standing out here looking at Nessa’s father, my guts are so twisted up that I feel like I’m two

my face, because he gives me a tight smile as he moves closer, clapping a hand down on

wryly, 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

up in my

daughter,” I begin, shuffling my

But she’s giving me another chance, and I

says, holding up a hand. “I’m not looking for an apology, son. That’s between you and my daughter. Vanessa’s a good

heaves a sigh, sidestepping to a wooden patio chair

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

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 of our lives. So kind and gentle,

glancing toward the kitchen through the glass patio doors. Nessa is

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her with the meal. Just looking at her, at the beautiful

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

years. Life is stressful, starting a family is stressful. But we worked through

just because things got hard.”

past the lump in my throat, my fingers tightening

patio

relationship,” he says, leaning forward and pinning

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

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

“I know I

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

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

so, I’m trusting you with my baby girl. Don’t make me regret it.” 3

is the best thing that ever

smile slides across his face in response. “Good. I’ll hold you to that.” He pushes up from his chair, signaling the end of our conversation, and I quickly scramble to my feet across

trusting

nods, slipping an arm around my shoulders and leading me back toward the house. Ordinarily, I’d recoil at a gesture like that, uncomfortable with human

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 would’ve turned out like if I’d had a real father to guide me.

reading my mind, Mr. Diaz pauses before opening the door

for you if you ever need to talk, or if you need

Anything.” 2

throat tightens, an odd

my eyes.

again.

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 thing

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

Vaughn. 1

taking my hand and pressing a soft

peace washes

my eye, I

her ear, and then they both

see my future with Nessa, and damnit if I’m not looking

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

slowly.

I always wanted, deep down, but never let myself imagine. I never believed it could really happen for someone like me. And now that I have it, I’m never letting

Nessa’s family resembled the

we arrived. The two