#jason003

With the way she’d grown up, and the way her life had turned out, Lennon had made a vow that no one besides her would ever be the center of her life. She’d live for herself, and everyone else could wait. It had a lot to do with no one putting her first as a kid, or even as a teenager, and she promised herself it would never happen again. And sure, her heart beat strongly for both of her best friends, and she’d go to the ends of the earth for both of them, but she would always come first, regardless.

And then, she had her son, and everything changed.

Nicholas Alexander Carter-Saks was born to her on a cool summer morning in June, six pounds, four ounces, nineteen inches, and so much love she didn’t know what to do with surrounded by both his uncles. Nic had been with her every step of the way from the beginning, and refused to leave her side, and she’d been so incredibly thankful, she named her son after him, and even though she didn’t give a damn about religion, made him his godfather.

He’d been touched (she still playfully mocked him for crying), and Marc joked that he’d been jealous (but he’d cried too), and Lennon thought she couldn’t be luckier than she’d been in that moment, but all that had been missing was one of the most important pieces of the puzzle. Alex’s (as she’d lovingly called her son) father.

Thanks to that stupid accident, where she’d thought she would’ve lost her best friend, she’d actually lost the guy who at the time she hadn’t realized just how badly she’d fallen for until he was gone. Jason.

Lennon had never underestimated just how much he cared about Ames, she could relate, it’s why they got along, but he’d taken losing Ames without actually losing her so much harder than she could’ve imagined, and she watched him fall apart before her eyes, until one day, he was just gone without a trace.

And then the next day the lines on the stick turned pink.

She’d never seen him again since, but she understood, she knew he needed to get away, that Vancouver held way too many memories of the girl who’d saved him. She just wished she could’ve shared this little piece of magic with him.

“Hi!” Alex grinned, resting both little hands on her face.

Motherhood had been unlike anything she ever experienced. It changed her in ways she never thought she’d change. She was more patient, more resilient, and more of a fighter than before. And now her son came first. Before even herself.

“Hi, buddy,” she greeted, wrapping both arms around him and pulling him into her chest. “I missed you today.” She pressed a kiss to her temple before signing the sign-out sheet at the front desk of the daycare, hooking his diaper bag over her shoulder.

She thanked the secretary before stepping out into the bright sunlit street. “Ready for lunch?”

He nodded eagerly. “I’m hungry.” He was two years old and the smartest little boy she’d ever met.

Lennon chuckled and kissed him again. “Of course you are.” She walked over to her car, nuzzling his cheek, so focused on him she hadn’t realized there was someone walking toward her. “Oh! Sorry, I wasn’t--”