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92. Exes

Two update day since I've left y'all hangin' the past two weekends, and because I'm excited to share this one.

Ryan's POV

It's pushing twelve-thirty in the morning by the time we turn into my driveway, my eyes red and swollen from crying most of the way home. I haven't said one word to Nikki the whole way, there's nothing I can think of to say.

I'm still so mad that I can barely see straight.

Wylie's head flops onto my chest, sleeping soundly as I wrangle her out of her car seat to take her inside and put her in bed. My legs feel like useless noodles from sitting for so long, and I struggle to make it into the house and up the stairs without dropping her.

"Goodnight, my sweet baby." I kiss her forehead before laying her down, her arms instinctually reaching out for the blanket to cover herself.

I let out a wide yawn as I trudge back down the stairs to grab our stuff from the car, Nikki greeting me at the front door with all our bags set by the couch.

"I better go." He breathes out through his nose as he shoves his hands into his front pockets and rocks back and forth on his feet. "I'll come back when I'm done?"

"It would be best if you just went home when you're done. I know you'll be tired, and I'm gonna go see Sharise in the morning anyway. Good luck, I guess." I grab my bag by the handle and start toward the staircase when his hand wraps around my arm.

"Ryan. I'm sorry, okay? I'm really, really, really, sorry." His face falls into a frown as I stare at him blankly.

"I'm sure you are. Call me later." I shake away from him and continue up the stairs, the front door shutting behind me when I make it to my bedroom door.

I throw my bag onto the bed and dig out my medicine, swallowing it with just my spit and praying for it to take effect quickly.

I strip off my clothes and climb under the covers, that stifling depression I had hoped to have left behind when we took off for our trip finding me once again.

I should have just stayed. I should've told Nikki to find a flight and leave Wylie and I the car so we could continue our time with Tom. I would rather be without Nikki there than be without him here.

Fucking Donna.

I'm not completely heartless, I do hope the baby is alright, but I wish she would just fall off the face of the Earth. We were finally reconnecting, making a solid foundation for our relationship, and she just ripped the rug right out from underneath me.

This whole baby thing is going to be more difficult than I had originally anticipated if she's this needy the entire fucking time.

There's probably not even anything wrong. It's probably exactly what Nikki said, she's jealous and over exaggerating just to get him home and away from me.

Sadly, it worked.

She won.

My body starts to crash as the medicine fills my system, the twelve hour trek home finally catching up with me as well. I squeeze my eyes shut and let it carry me away, craving the deep darkness of sleep.

"I'm sorry, Ryan. She's just more important. We have a baby we have to think of now." Nikki shrugs his shoulders, Donna's arm wrapping into his with a sadistic grin spreading across her face.

My feet start to sink into the ground slowly, my ability to run away taken from me.

"What about our baby? What about Wylie? She doesn't deserve to be thought of, too?" My voice comes out as a whisper when I'm trying to yell, agitation filling my brain.