I take Dillons hand surprising both of us and lead him to the back of the house. There we sit on a large swing big enough to fit 3. I sit down cross legged and Dillon sits on the other side. Then turns to face me. "I'm sorry for being an asshole," he apologises making me frown.
"You think that you can just show up, say sorry, im going to jump into your arms and we will live the old f****d up life?" I ask calmly. I'm too tired to shout. I'm too tired to be angry. I just want to sort this out. He shakes his head.
"No baby. I don't expect you to forgive me. I just think you deserved an apology first," he says. I nod. "Thanks," I say making him smile a little. "I know I've been horrible to you but just let me explain myself okay?" he says. I sigh. "Isn't that what you're here for?" I chuckle
