mundivagant

Mr and Mrs Black

In which we get the ending we all want.

Alexander pov

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I walk into the house, my eyes searching for my wife. I chuck my briefcase and suit on the couch as I make a beeline towards the dining room room before pausing and composing my steps as I sit at the head of the table in front of the meal she prepared. I clear my throat and look up seeing her walk in with two sets of forks and spoons in her hands. Her face instantly lights up upon seeing me and my heart warms at the sight of her with my mouth twitching into an uncontrollable smile. I will tell her tonight. We sit down and start eating together and after my second spoonful, Mikayla starts wiggling in her chair and rubbing the skin around her thumbs. I look up knowing she wants to tell me about the book that she read today while I was at work and I put down my spoon, giving her my fullest attention. Anything for her, even though she doesn't know. Yet.

"So..." she draws out waiting for my reply like she always does.

"So...?" I question with a smirk and I rake my eyes through her outfit like I always do before licking lips and continuing, "How was your day?"

A wide grin fills her face as she says in a very fast pace "It was good, also, I got to the part where Brett finally gets jealous because Becca was talking to another guy and he finally confesses his love for her." I smile in acknowledgement. She has been reading this book for the past three days and she has told me about this Brett guy more than ten times. The way he bullies this Becca girl and the way he gets angry because Becca does not talk to him that much. Stupid Brett guy and not confessing his love sooner. Sounds like someone I know. I scoff at my thoughts and realise that Mikayla stops her ramble altogether. I look over to her and a look of hurt flashes through her eyes as she mumbles a small "I'm not hungry anymore" before picking up her uneaten dinner and shuffling her way back to the kitchen.

Fuck. She heard my scoff and thought it was for her rambling. Shit.

Mikayla's pov

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I ramble. Alot. I ramble a lot, especially when I am nervous. I walk back with my plate in hand knowing that deep down even though I said I was not hungry anymore, I was starving. And I even cooked my favourite. I thought I had it all planned out. I would eat dinner with him like usual, telling him about my day and books like he usually asked; to calm my nerves and then right before we went to sleep, I would pop the cherry- stop. I would tell him that I love him what-

Shaking my head, I threw my food down the bin before stacking my plate into the dishwasher and climbing up the stairs to get ready for the night. "I thought he liked to hear about my day? Or maybe, he just tolerated it until he finally snapped." I began overthinking again.

After finishing my night routine, I slipped into the covers of our bed still debating if I should tell him tonight. The opening of the room door startled me and I watched him as he slammed the door behind him, striding to me with my phone in his hand. My phone in his hand? I must have left it in the kitchen, preoccupied with my thoughts. My eyes trail along his hand which eventually falls on his shoulder before ending up on his face. His eyebrows were creased as his mouth fell into a thin line and the cold stare that his eyes burned into mine did not go unnoticed.

"Whatas- What's wrong?" I manage to choke out.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" he questions in a mockinglike manner that makes me frown. "I'll tell you what's fucking wrong, who the fuck is Peter!" he shouts, making me flinch.

"He's just a friend." I say as I sit up on the bed still frowning at why he's shouting.

"Just a friend? Then why are you telling him about all your books? Why is he asking you to come over?" he says, throwing my phone on the bed next to me.

" Who else am I supposed to tell?" I ask.

He pauses for a while, running his hands wildly through his brown curls before stopping and facing me, "Me, you are supposed to tell me, that's our thing." his voice drops down and he is no longer shouting. His eyes show a certain emotion...hurt?

I look down and swing my feet. I do not usually get angry at people, not at Alex at least. But, I did not know what came over me as I shouted back while walking towards him " He is just a friend, at least he actually shows interest in listening to me talk about my books, unlike someone I know!"

I bump his shoulder- well tried, I brushed his arm instead. As I walked out the door with my pillow, planning to sleep on the couch. And I still want to tell him I love him.

"Don't you dare walk away from me." he says in a very low voice behind me and i stop for about a second before continuing my way out of the bedroom door.

"Mikayla!" he shouts.

Before I could stop myself, I turned around shouting back at him " Why do you care who I talk to and where I am? This is all for show for you anyways!"

Hurt once again flashes through his eyes as he pulls his lips into a line once again. He shuffles his feet and looks down before mumbling something I couldn't hear.

"What?" I shouted again, still not knowing why I was so pissed. I'm fired the freak up.

His next words put me in a standstill and my heart stops altogether. "Because I love you" he says. "Because I love you and I don't know how to show it, I don't want to do the wrong things but you make it hard for me every goddamn day-"

I repeated "What?" in a softer voice for the millionth time today interrupting him.

He looks at me and continues, "Everytime I say that it's all for show I'm lying, everynight we lay in bed I have an internal battle with myself on whether I should hold you or if I should just go to sleep as we are. And I know that you might not feel the same way but, I don't care because I love you and I will wait for you even if you don't like me back."

He runs his right hand wildly through his hair once again making it as messy as ever but with him still effortlessly looking good as his left hand tugs on his tie awaiting for my response.

"I love you too." I say looking up at him.

His lips curve into the biggest grin I have ever seen in the past three months as he takes a few strides towards me engulfing me in a hug I have waited three whole months for. He loves me back.