I'll Fight Hell to Hold You

Paul's P.O.V.

I know my beloved husband is struggling so much. I have learned to deal with the mood swings but the deep depression and melancholia is harder to deal with. I do not know what I'd do if I lose Tommy. I know I think he's being irritating right now but I also know he's going through a rough time. God I love him so much.

I turn as Tommy comes back towards me. He doesn't realize I know he has a blade in his pocket. I can tell by the way he's acting and walking. Maybe I should just confront him and ask for it. 

When he takes the stroller handle, I hold his hand too. "Tom, I love you." 

"I love you too. " he mumbles, not really looking at me. 

We walk a bit before I take him in my arms and deeply kiss him. My tongue slides into his mouth as I wrap my arms around him. Against his lips, I murmur something and pull him closer. I stealthily remove the blade and toss it into the trash can behind me. We break the kiss and I take his hand, continuing to walk.

The triplets are looking at the scenery as we push them. They are so innocent and wide-eyed. Hannah's blonde curls remind me of Tommy's so much. They're unruly and everywhere. Tommy's are just a hot mess as they tumble down his back. I know mine don't look much better though. I run my hand across Tommy's back and feel him tremble.

Suggesting we head for ice cream, I turn the corner and we run into....my, um, stripper friend and Tommy's ex. Apparently they're an item with a child and...another on the way???

Tommy stopped dead in his tracks and stood wide-eyed looking at the two of them. I then notice their son who looks like Hannah exactly. "Hi." I managed to get out. The situation doesn't improve when Hannah chirps, "Da!"

My eyes go wide as Tommy turns and takes off in a dead run. I go after him as fast as I can pushing a stroller.

"Tom! " I call. "Tom!"

He's far too far ahead of me.