Forever Yours

Thirty-Eight

"Are you fucking serious?" I ask Juan, trying not to raise my voice at him too much. Santos is sleeping in his nursery next door, and I don't want to wake him up to the sound of his parents fighting.

Juan rolls his eyes, not moving from his spot on the bed. "I'm tired Adrianna. I don't want to do this right now." he sighs.

"Don't want to do what right now? Spend time with your family?"

This fight has been bubbling up inside of the both of us for almost a week now. Juan is having the longest break of his tour thus far right now. He has a week and a half off, which he has decided to spend sleeping up in our room. I understand that he's incredibly tired, I get that. But I can't help but feel angry at him for not at least trying to spend more time with Santos and I.

"Stop." Juan shakes his head. "Don't try to guilt me into going out with you guys." he says, sounded almost disappointed in the fact that I'm trying to get him to spend time with us.

That's it. This asshole can stay here for all I care. "Fine. Don't come out with us, just fucking stay here." I scoff, making my way past him and into the bathroom to get ready.

I quickly get dressed, put on a little makeup, and make sure my hair doesn't look a mess. When I walk out of the bathroom, my blood boils to see that Juan has already fallen asleep. Seriously?

I walk out of the room, slamming the door shut as hard as possible, hoping it'll wake him up from what looked like the best sleep of his life. I go into the nursery, grabbing Santos from his crib to also get him ready.

***

"No Juan tonight?" Mark asks as he opens his front door. He was having a cook out tonight, and Juan was supposed to be here with us. He immediately takes Santos' car seat out of my hands, lifting him with an ease I wish came that naturally to me.

"No."

The look on my face as I walk through the door must speak volumes, cause he follows closely behind me. "You guys fighting?" he asks.

I don't really want to answer the question, so I keep walking, straight to the backyard where Oscar, Elizabeth, and Joel are seated on Marks outdoor furniture. I give Joel a small smile, taking a seat next to him on one of the couches.

Mark sets Santi's car seat in front of me, not taking his gaze off of me, still waiting for an answer. I look around, and everyone's attention is on me. "You good?" Joel asks.

"Juan and her fought." Mark answers for me.

I roll my eyes. "I didn't say that."

"Then why didn't you answer my question?"

I want to cry. "Yes! Yes, we're fighting." I groan. Well, I'm doing the fighting, he's simply sleeping the arguments off.

"Why?" Liz asks, looking concerned.

Shrugging, I sigh. "He's been home for almost a week and a half, and you wanna know what he's done that entire time? Slept. All he's done is fucking sleep and watch TV, and occasionally go to the gym."

"Why...why exactly is that a bad thing?" Oscar asks.

I roll my eyes. "This is the most time he's spent home in months and he's choosing the spend it up in our room instead of with his son. And he doesn't care that I'm bothered by it." I say, hoping to maybe see some understanding hit their faces. Nope.

"I can't even imagine how tired he must be, Anna." Mark starts. "You can't blame the guy for wanting to catch up on some rest."

I glare at him. "And I was understanding of that. I get that. I let him rest for almost an entire week before I started to get pissed off about it." I defend myself. "He doesn't even help me with Santos at all. He's a lot of work, and Juan has barely even spent any time with him. That bothers me so much." looking down at Santos in his car seat, I fight back the urge to cry.