Imagine 8: Tony
A/N: there's quite a bit of swearing in this one
I dropped my keys on the tiny metal plate, walking into the main living space.
"Tony?" I called out, searching for my boyfriend of four months. I searched in lab first, assuming that was where he would be. With no avail, I decided to look elsewhere. As I opened his room, JARVIS spoke,
"Miss. Y/N, I wouldn't advise-"
He began, but the rest of a sentence was falling on deaf ears as I gasped at the sight before me. I should have listened.
You can all assume what I walked in on- Tony cheating on me.
I gasped, tears immediatly prickling in the corners of my eyes. I choked, letting out a loud sob. Tony quickly turned around, his eyes wide. I stormed out of the room, rushing to my room. I began packing my things, a million thoughts racing through my head.
"Y/N." I heard. I refused to turn around, simply continuing to quickly pack my things, wanting to leave as soon as possible. I felt a hand on my shoulder, instantly turning around and swinging my hand. The burning on my palm stung, but it had felt good to slap him. He deserved it. Tony moved jaw, stumbling a bit, obviously hurt by my slap. I turned around, packing up the rest of the things I could fit in my two suitcases.
"I'll come by tomorrow to get the rest of my things." I spoke sternly, looking straight ahead as I walked out. I saw the girl I assumed he cheated with. As much as I wanted to say something, I kept silent. As I opened the door to leave, Tony spoke again.
"Y/N, wait." He called out, his words slurring slightly. I raised an eyebrow to myself, and would have questioned it further it I wasn't so angry. "Y/N, let me talk to you."
"No." I said simply. I was full with dry anger- too inexplicably anger to even yell. I was boiling inside.
"Y/N, really? Just stop for a damn second!" Tony exclaimed.
I growled in the back of throat, throwing my suitcases in my car roughly. I flipped around, grabbing Tony by his collar, pushing him against the car.
"Listen, you asshole." I hissed. "I am not going to stop. I am going to leave, because you fucking cheated on me. You don't get to explain anything, you don't get to reason with me. You fucked this up, so we're through. Don't call me."
Is what I had said, releasing all my anger, or so I thought. With that, I sped off, crashing at a friends. Within, I got a job, an apartment, and a baby bump.
I was pissed.
Beyond pissed.
That fucking cheat got me pregnant. Of course, there was always the choice of adoption or abortion, but a part of me wanted the baby. Before, I had wanted a child with Tony.
So, I kept the baby. My mom was helpful throughout the pregnancy, and within 9 months and 3 weeks, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She was healthy, well behaved, but every day reminded me of Tony.
I sighed, looking toward Vera. She giggled, slamming her hands down. Now, at a year old, she was growing into her personality; again, something that reminded me of Tony. She was smart, witty, mischievous and playful. My mom always thought I should tell Tony; but even if I did, and even if he cared, I doubt I'd be willing to get together with him again. He cheated. He fucking cheated on me.
"M-Mumma!" She squealed. I chuckled, turning to her.
"Yes, precious?"
"Hugs!" Vera demanded, throwing her arms out wide. I smiled, rolling my eyes.
"Alright, precious." I picked her from her high-chair, hugging her small body lightly. I looked in her dark brown eyes, kissing his nose. I looked away, my eyes falling to my phone. I reached for it, slowly going through my contacts. I opened Tony's contact, holding my finger over the 'call' button. I groaned in distress, dialing his number. I held it up to my ear, biting my lip as it rung. As I heard the line click, my heart dropped.
"Hello?" His voice filled my ears, the pain rushing back.
"Uhm... hey. Do you have time to talk?" I asked, my voice small.
There was a pause, then some shuffling. "Yeah. Whatsup?"
I bit my lip again, unable to remain calm and collected like Tony. "Uhm, if you're able to, could you come around to my place? There's... I just need to talk to you. If not, I understand, it's fine..." I mumbled, my voice becoming smaller and smaller as I talked.
"Yeah, I'm free. Uhm, do you want me to come over now?"
"Yeah, that would be best. I'll text you my address. Thanks." I said softly, hanging up. I quickly texted him my address, setting Vera in her crib. I collapsed on my couch, biting my lip again to hold back the tears. I shook my head, letting out a loud sob. Everything, all the pain, all of the anger, all of the forgotten love came rushing back.
I lied. I didn't doubt for a second I would go crumbling back to Tony. But it was a horrible, shitty decision that would do me no good. Who knows? Maybe he won't have any interest in Vera, and then I'll know. I can, hopefully, move on.
I cried for a few more minutes before walking back to my room to clean myself up. I fixed my hair, makeup, and put on a t-shirt dress and some black knee socks. Upon hearing a car door shut, my face went white. I took a deep breath.
don't break down. don't cry. don't expect anything. don't get upset. don't get angry. be calm. be collected. be a mature, adult.
I told myself, even more so as I heard a knock. I held my hand over the handle, slowly opening the door. I took another deep breath, smiling as I faced Tony. He hadn't changed. Still the handsome, stupid idiot I fell in love with. I stood to the side, widening the door.
"Hey, uhm, come in."
He nodded, walking in.
"You can sit." I breathed, laughing a bit. He did so, sitting on my leather couch. "Thanks for coming. I know it was short notice."
"It's no problem. I wasn't too busy." Tony replied, giving me a soft smile. My stomach fluttered, simply nodding.
"Alrighty, well I'm sure you're wondering why you're here... so, I'll be right back." I gave him another smile, walking off to Veras room. I let my hands rest on the edge of her crib, my head hanging down. I took multiple deep breaths, trying to calm down. "Vera, honey." I cooed quietly. Her head perked up from beneath her blanket.
"Mumma!" She giggled, throwing her hands up as usual. I held her gently, stroking her wispy hair back.
"Shh." I warned, kissing her nose. I padded back into the living room. Tony still sat on the couch, looking around casually. I cleared my throat, smiling nervously as her turned around. We both stayed silent, looking each other in the eyes. I walked closer to Tony, looking to Vera. She smiled sweetly, grabbing the air towards Tony.
"Is..." He spoke. "Is... she...?"
I took a shaky breath, nodding.
He let out a breath, letting his head rest in his hands.
"I'm sorry for not telling you earlier. I wasn't ready. I didn't plan this, but... I felt like you deserved to know. I'm not asking anything of you... I just thought you deserved to know. That's all." I whispered.
Tony sighed, looking up at me. He had... tears? And he was smiling? He stood, walking towards me.
"I have a daughter." He whispered, absolutely entranced by Vera. "May I?" He said quietly, holding his arms out.
I giggled quietly, my heart beating quickly. "Her name is Vera. She's a little over a year. Her birthday is September third." I informed him.
Tony laughed with joy, even more so as Vera joined in.
"Hey, princess." He cooed, smiling widely.
"I'm... I'm not exactly sure what we'll do now. I assume you'll want time with her, uhm... I'm all for it, I mean, I want her to grow up with her biological father too, so..." I trailed off, wringing my hands. "We can decide that stuff later."
Tony looked up, sadness in his eyes. "Hey, uhm, I'm sorry-"
"It's fine. I got over it." I interrupted.
"I was drunk." He blurted. I kissed my teeth, nodding.
"I got over it." I repeated.
Tony nodded. "I miss you." He whispered.
"Tony, don't. I invited you see your daughter. I can't... I can't go through this bunch of shit again." I sighed, taking Vera and returning her to her room, as she was getting fidgeting. I set her down for her nap, walking out again.
"Y/N, can we just talk about this?"
I sighed. "About what, Tony? About the relationship that was ruined almost two years ago?"
"Well when you put it that way..." He mumbled.
"I put it that way because that's how it went down, Tony. You cheated, I left, and released I was pregnant."
"I'm sorry, Y/N. I was drunk, she came in to return work for me, and the rest is a blur."
I sighed, groaning. "I don't fucking know what to do Tony. I have fucking clue what I want to do. What the hell do you even want to do?"
Tony smiled softly. "I want to have this family with you."
"A part of me does too, but..."
"But I cheated. I know, Y/N."
"I don't want to hold it against you, I mean. If you really were drunk..." I stopped speaking, sighing. Tony let his hand rest of my shoulder.
"You can give it time, Y/N. I'm not asking for anything today. Not even this month. Maybe not even this year. I don't deserve a family with you, but I sure as hell want it."
"I... I want it too, Tony." I breathed. "I'll need time to adjust, but. We can try and make it work."
Tony smiled widely, wrapping me in a hug. "God, it's good to see you again." He mumbled into my hair. I smiled, blushing a bit.
"I missed you, too, by the way." I smiled, hugging him back.
Our embrace was cut short as Vera cried out, sobbing loudly. Tony and I laughed, looking toward her room.
"Well?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Go practice." I giggled, biting my lip as he walked off to calm down our daughter.
Our daughter.
I hadn't said that since... well, I had never said it. And boy, did it feel good to say it.