Vacation

{Season 3} Chapter 20

{Chapter 20} (Previous chapters on my YouTube. Link is on my profile.)

Alexis's POV.

"What did you get?" I droopingly asked Justin as he put the bag in the back seat. Damn doctor gave me medicine an it's making me loopy. Grinning at me he winked. "You'll see when we get home." "I feel drozy." "You're suppose to. That's part of the medicine." "I don't like this." Chuckling, he turned the ignition on.

Trying to keep my eyes open, I watched Justin's figure enter the living room. Smiling down at me he hid something behind him. "Don't fall asleep on me, now." "It's kinda hard not to." "I know, I know. But I would hope you would stay awake long enough to eat this since I just made it all for you." Bringing a bowl of a mountain of ice-cream, whipped cream, and candy into my view, he raised his eyebrows. Immediately I reached for it. "Ah, give me a kiss first." Leaning down he puckered his lips until I finally gave him a peck. Coming around an plopping beside me, he set the bowl on my lap and draped his arm behind my shoulders. "I wanna talk to you about something." Wiping my lip free of whipped cream, I looked over at him curious. "What?" "Haven't you been thinking about us having kids? It's time." "Justin, you're twenty. I'm nineteen. Twenty three or twenty four would be a better age." "Why wait that long? We're married already, have been for two years. What's holding us back?" "Experience. We've barely even explored the marriage life. An-" "Not exactly my fault." Though it was a murmur I heard it. He does blame me. "You're right. It's all my fault. All." Carelessly dropping the bowl on the coffee table, I stepped over his feet and walked away. We fight too much. I know that. But that's what kind of couple we are. We aren't our teenage couple anymore. I miss that. "Alexis, don't be that way with me. You-" "I know what I did! I regret it! I get it was a mistake! What's done is done though. I can't take it back and you know what? I don't want to take it back. So go ahead, blame me for all your unhappiness and misery. Blame me for every bad thing. Blame me for every single thing. I don't care anymore." I threw my hands up an dropped them. Justin didn't even have a word to say to me.

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Closing the door with my foot, I gripped the plastic bags tighter. Hurrying to the kitchen, I sat them down by the fridge and rubbed my redden wrist. I reminded myself that I needed to be quick to put the groucies away so I could find something else to avoid Justin. He's been stuck on the couch in silent depression when not trying to croak an apology out to me. Tossing a balled bag into the bag holder, I put the meats in the refrigerator drawer then leaved over to set the dish soap by the faucet. I paused seeing Justin shake his head in his hands then throw himself back against the sofa. I looked away before my mind would began debating on forgiving him.

Once done in the kitchen, I grabbed my keys again and went to the door. I looked back, wanting so badly to just go give Justin a hug, to see him glancing at me. Sighing, I pulled the door open and stepped out into the warm air. I think I'll catch up on some lost time with my parents.

The door moved out the way revealing my tired looking mom. "Mom, are yo-" "I'm fine, Sweetie," she giggled. "I've just been cleaning all day." Stepping inside the house I nodded. "Oh. Sorry if I'm interrupting." "Oh it's fine. We've missed our baby girl." Smiling, I hugged her. "I know, I know. I miss being here." "Is that my little girl I hear?" "Hey, Dad." He embraced me in a hug after appearing from around the corner. "How are you since you've been too busy to stop by and see your old parents." "Good, I guess you could yes." "And Justin?" "Well..I'm not sure. He's been confusing." "I'm sure things will be fine. If not, let me know and I'll straighten him out." "No, Dad, no." Taking a seat on the couch, I leaned forward and supported my upper body on my knees. "I heard at the welcoming party you weren't feeling so well. How's that going?" "Better. I was just still getting used to land an normal life things." "Oh, okay." Silence soon took over awkwardly. That is until it turned confusing when my dad sobbed with tears forming. "Dad?" "I can't believe my baby girl just came back from the Marines." "Dad, c'mon. Don't do this." "I'm so sorry for the past. I never meant to do those things to you." "I know, that's the past. We've moved past that." "I'm so proud of you."

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