Confidence is everything

Dylan's point of view*
Jonathan and I have been together for a year and a half now, but it hasn't always been sunshine and lollipops. About three months into our relationship rumors and allegations began to fly about Jonathan cheating. I straight out asked Jonathan if he was cheating and he said absolutely not so I had no reason to not believe him. But a few weeks later when I was at Jonathan's apartment waiting for him to get home from a late practice, it was at like 3:00pm because apparently there was a scheduling issue, I decided I was going to do his laundry, I swear that boy doesn't know what a washing machine and dryer are! So I started with his game day suits, as I was tossing a shirt into the washer I noticed red lipstick on the collar. I don't wear red lipstick or lipstick that often for the record, it had me a little concerned but I just put some stain remover on it and moved on. A few loads later I was emptying the pockets of his jeans and found a napkin in the pocket, I was about to throw it away when I saw someone had written on it. I unfolded the napkin and saw in girly writing, Lindsay V. 919-555-1988, and a red lipstick stain.

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When Jonathan came home I was sitting at his dinning room table with a glass of Crow Royal in my hand and the napkins sitting in front of me.

"Hey Baby." Jonathan said walking over to me. He leaned down for a kiss but I didn't move my head and just continued to look forward.

"When were you going to tell me?" I asked finding my voice.

"Tell you what babe?" Jonathan asked walking to the bar and pouring himself a glass of bourbon.

"That you're cheating on me!" I say trying to keep my voice calm but slightly failing as it cracked.

"Dylan, I told you already I'm not cheating on you!" He said getting annoyed.

"Oh really? Then explain the lipstick on the collar of your dress shirt and the napkin in your pocket!"

"You went through my closet?!" He accused.

"I was bored waiting for you and decided to so some laundry!" I defended.

"Dylan, she's just a puck bunny I met at the club a few weeks back!"

"Did you sleep with her?" I asked looking away willing myself not to cry.

When he didn't respond I got the answer to my question. I couldn't stand being in the same room as him.

"We're over Jonathan! Enjoy your slut."

I got up and walked out the door, he didn't even attempt to stop me as I walked to my Chevrolet truck, got in and drove away watching as the lights of Jonathan's apartment building faded in my rear view mirror.

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"Oh my gosh Dylan! Sweetie what's wrong?!" Abby Sharp asked when she opened the door of hers and Patricks house.

"I broke up with Jon." I say crying uncontrollably.

"YOU WHAT?!" I hear a booming voice yell from the kitchen of the Sharp house and out comes Patrick carrying a bowl and whisk.

"That's a good look on ya Sharpie." I attempt to joke but he's not having any of it.

"Dylan, why the F did you break up with Jonathan?" Patrick asks a serious look on his face.

"He slept with a puck bunny!" I all but yell not sure where the girls are and not wanting to alarm them.

"Who? Oh it was Lindsay wasn't it?! Damn, I told Jon to stay away from her." Patrick says walking back toward the kitchen leaving Abby and I in the front foyer. Not a minute later Patrick reappears sans whisk and bowl. Patrick walks straight to the closet and slips on a pair of Nike runners a jacket and grabs his SUV keys and wallet.

"Patrick, babe where are you going?" Abby asks walking behind him to the garage me trailing behind her.

"I'm to talk some sense into Tazer and explain how bad he fucked up." Sharpie says simply sliding into the drivers seat and backing out the garage.

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*Patrick's point of view*

"Jon, open the door!" I say sternly knocking forcefully on the door to his apartment.

"What the hell do you want Sharpie?!" Jon growled when he opened the door.

"Can I come in Captain Grouchy Pants?" I ask.

Jon doesn't answer just opens the door enough for my to sneak in. I take a quick glance around his apartment and find an empty bottle of bourbon on the coffee table. I turn and look at my captain who looks much worse for wear in a baggy hoodie and sweats, his face red and blotchy, and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he's been crying.

"You can sit if ya want." Jon says gesturing to the other couch or the recliner. I take the ladder of the two and sit in the recliner opposite Jon on the couch.

"Care to explain to me why Dylan showed up at my house crying uncontrollably and saying she broke up with up?" I ask bluntly getting right to the point.

"Ugh," Jon groans rubbing his face, "I came home practice and she was sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of what I'm assuming was Crown Royal and has an icy expression on her face, when I walked over to give her a kiss she didn't even look at me just kept looking forward. So I walked over to the bar to get myself a drink and that's when she asked me when I planning on telling her, I asked her what I should tell her and she said 'When were you planning on telling me you cheated on me?' I said that I already told her I never did and she asked about the lipstick on my dress shirt and the napkin in my pocket.

I accused her of going through my closet and she said she was doing laundry which is true because I saw my clothes folded on my bed. She asked me if I slept with her, Lindsay, I didn't answer her and apparently that was answer enough for her because she got up and left, she said we were over as she slammed the front door. I didn't follow her.

Jesus Pat, how could I be so stupid?! I let the best thing in my life slip through my fingers." By the time Jon was done he had fresh tears threatening to fall.

"Let's go." I said standing up and walking to the front door slipping on my jacket.

"What do you mean 'Let's go'?" Jon asked standing up but not moving from the living room.

"I mean put on some shoes, a jacket and we're going to go back to my place and you're going to explain to Dylan what's going on and beg her to take your dumbass back." I said defiantly crossing my arms over my chest.

Jon didn't even put up a fight he just put on a pair of runners and a jacket and opened the door.

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*Dylan's point of view*

"This smells amazing Abby!" I say pulling the Classy Chicken out of the oven as Abby stirs the pot of noodles on the stove.

"Thanks. It's Patrick and Madelyn's favorite." She said carrying the pot over to the stove and emptying the noodles into the strainer.

"Abby!" Patrick called walking through the garage door.

"In the kitchen!" Abby calls back before turning to me.

"Dylan would you like to come with me to get the girls?" Abby asks me.

I nod and walk with her towards the stairs, "Hi Jon!" Abby says happily, but I can tell she's being fake. I quickly glance in his direction and look forward almost instantaneously my heart breaking at the sight of him looking for broken.

Abby and I are silent as I follow her up the stairs and down a hallway.

"I'll get Madelyn if you want to Sadie." Abby says opening the door to what I'm assuming is Madelyn's room.

I nod and turn towards the door with a sign saying "Sadie" in a beautiful cursive font. I walk over to a beautiful brown oak crib where Sadie is laying. When I get to the crib Sadie looks up at me a smile on her face and she makes that cute little gurgle noise babies make.

I pick her up and settle her on my hip as I exit the room and head towards the stairs.

When I get down the stairs Abby, Patrick, Madelyn and Jon are all sitting around the table. The only open seat is, of course, beside Jonathan. I take Sadie to Abby and head for my seat.

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That was the most awkward dinner ever.

"Dylan, can we please talk?" Jonathan asked from the entryway to the Sharp's kitchen as Abby and I are just finishing washing and drying the dishes.

"Uhhh," I look over at Abby.

"Go ahead I can finish." Abby says giving me a reassuring smile.

Jonathan leads me down a hallway and opens the door to one of the guest rooms. As soon as I step inside, Jonathan closes the door and pushes me up against it kissing me urgently, I bring my hands up to push him away but he grabs my wrists and pins them to the door.

Jonathan pulls away and looks at me bash fully.

"I'm sorry. Dylan, i'm so sorry for not telling you. I fucked up. I should of just been honest with you. Her name is Lindsay, she's always hanging around us at clubs and stuff and one night she somehow got into the VIP lounge and she was completely wasted. She was sitting beside me and started getting way to close and she was being very suggestive and I got really uncomfortable, then she started kissing my neck and I got up and got out of the club. When I got home that night I stripped off my clothing and threw it in the closet, as far away from me as possible at the moment. I jumped in the shower and scrubbed my self just trying to get the feeling of her off my skin. Then about a week later the day I brought you coffee at work? Yeah she was there and while I was waiting for our order, she walked by me and slipped the napkin in my pocket.

Dylan, baby I swear I never used it. And I never slept with her either! The reason I didn't answer you this morning was because I didn't know what to say, I was so shocked, and honestly I was a little hurt you'd think I was cheating on you. Dill, baby, I love you, I love you so much and I'd never do that to you, I'd never hurt you like that."

I was so shocked by Jonathan's confession I couldn't even talk. So I did first thing I could think of, I grabbed Jonathan's neck and press my lips to his.

Notes

this is the kind of chapter you get when I'm stuck in a vehicle for over 20hours!
ALSO! New Brandon Saad one-shot on the way and a new chapter for my other story When She Says Baby! so be on the look out for those tonight!