The Girl In The Dirty Shirt Liam Version

Chapter 135

The end of the month came faster than I would have liked, but it hadn’t surprised me that Liam had only called once since we had talked last.
Our marriage was falling apart, it was worse than it had ever been; it made me wonder if it was even worth saving.
Guigs had decided to stay for a majority of the month, he even offered to look after Adeline during the day, but I figured that would raise some questions on my mom’s end if I suddenly didn’t need her to babysit during the day.
He was usually at the house when I got home from work though, with dinner for us and a bottle for Addie; which I greatly appreciated, with them away on tour, I had been working double shifts at the office, but I had somehow found time to go out and buy a new kitchen table, it looked exactly like the one Liam had bought just after Christmas, but it was a little darker; I was interested to see if he would even notice.

It bothered how comfortable I was getting with having Guigs around; he was there when I got home from work, he was there when I woke up in the morning; he looked after Adeline; it was…nice. Liam probably hadn’t given either one of us a second thought while he was in LA with Lindsay, or whatever the hell her name was. I had kind of accepted the fact that he was probably going to see her again, why wouldn’t he? I was in London taking care of his daughter; I’d be none the wiser. I had told Guigsy that Liam had been threatened by him, which was true, which was why he was leaving this morning; Liam was going to be home this afternoon and it didn’t really tempt me to explain why Guigs had been here in the first place.

I closed the front door behind Guigs and shifted Addie from one hip to the other walking through the empty house.
I put Addie down in her playpen and dug in our bedroom closet for the shoebox I kept on the top shelf.
I sat down on the bed and pulled the lid off; I sighed going through the stuff I’d put in there. Pieces of paper with bits of songs that I had written about me and Liam, some I had finished; some I hadn’t. A coaster from the bar where we had our first date, pictures from the first time I’d gone with the band on tour, all trivial things that didn’t really seem to matter anymore.

I sighed putting the lid back on and climbed off the bed to put the box back on the shelf. I pushed the box back into its place, and as my luck would have it, a whole stack of papers fell from the shelf to the floor at my feet.

I sighed and bent to pick them up, I started stacking them into a neater pile and the corner of a particular bunch caught my eye; they had the government seal on them. I frowned pulling them out of the stack, we always kept our important papers in the filing cabinet; it didn’t make sense why they were in the closet on the shelf.

Then I figured out why; they were divorce papers. The same fucking divorce papers Liam had gotten years ago…okay, maybe not the exact same ones, but the point was that he’d had divorce papers hidden in our fucking closet.
I got to my feet and put the other papers back on the shelf before sitting on the bed with divorce papers in my hand. The first time I’d been blindsided by the damn divorce papers was by Noel, this time I wasn’t going to be.
I scooped Addie up in one arm and carried her down to the living room throwing the papers down on the coffee table. I put Addie down on the floor and went to call my mom; I didn’t much care for having the baby in the house if I went completely postal on Liam; which right now seemed imminent.

Mom came and picked Addie up, twenty minutes later, the front door opened and Liam waltzed in dropping his bag at the door as per usual.
I had been sitting on the couch flipping through the papers, a small part of me had hoped that Liam had gotten somebody to make fakes to scare me or something, but these looked pretty legit.

“Hi babe” he smiled

I just sighed managing a half smile “Hi, nice to see you’re alive since I haven’t heard from you in a month”