Just as William had said, the two of you had purchased a little two bedroom cabin in the mountains and moved in, your stuff and his completely combined to make the perfect little home for the two of you. You had a few small arguments over decorations and things like that, but you always made up with incredible sex. You were afraid though, that mumbled apologies and mind blowing sex wouldn't fix this argument so easily. You sat on the bed and watched him as he packed his bags. You hadn't minded at first when he mentioned a month ago that he was going to spend a few weeks with family he hadn't seen in years. You didn't think anything of it, until he'd told you 2 weeks ago that he was going without you. No matter how hard you tried not to let it, it still hurt you to know you weren't wanted, you weren't invited. It made you feel like his dirty little secret, like the addiction he kept hidden from everyone out of shame.
William sighs as he sees the anger on your face. "Guess you're still pissed, huh? I told you it's nothing personal. I just haven't seen my family in years and want to spend some time with them. If you're there, all I'll think about is you and fucking you." He admitted with a grin, sighing as you don't return the smile. "Damnit, (Y/N), I don't want to leave you like this." He huffs and tries to take your hand, shaking his head as you pull away from him.
You didn't know which emotion was worse, the all consuming anger you felt at him for leaving, for treating you like you didn't matter, or the hurt and ache in your heart from the fact that he didn't understand why you were upset. Standing up, you move to the other side of the room and turn to look out the window. "Go on, William. I don't want you to miss your flight, but don't expect me to be here when you come home." You go to your dresser and pull out the little black and white ultrasound photo. You'd been holding onto it for weeks, trying to decide what to do, trying to figure out how to tell him. He never wanted to be a father, and you knew that. You thought you'd both been so careful. You toss it on the bed next to him and fight back tears, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. "There. Now you have a legitimate reason to run. Don't worry, William, I won't trap you or hold you down. This will be MY tiny human, and you can kindly fuck off if you don't like it." You say firmly, standing your ground as he stands up and looks down at the photo with a scowl on his face. You could feel the anger and confusion rolling off of him. "This is bullshit, (Y/N)! You're only telling me this now to keep me from leaving!" He growls out as he grabs his bags. "Fuck this. I'll see you in a few weeks." With that, he walked out the door with his bags in his hands. You couldn't believe that he still didn't believe you'd leave, that you were done with his inability to feel more than the most superficial emotions. Too long he'd gotten away with giving only the bare minimal, with only returning your "I love yous" when he knew you were on the edge of fed up. You still weren't sure if him buying the cabin for you both to live in was because he truly wanted to or if it was simply to keep you happy a little longer so you wouldn't leave. Shaking your head, you finally let the tears fall as you pull out a few suitcases and start packing. Your heart broke with every piece of clothing you packed. Deep inside you had hoped that you were more to him than a companion and an easy fuck, but apparently that wasn't the case. Walking to the door, you glance back one more time at the bed you and William had shared so many times. You wanted to stay, to just pretend that none of this hurt you, but you couldn't. Not anymore. With a final glance, you walk out of the cabin, leaving nothing behind but the little ultrasound picture.
William made it to the airport before the weight of everything finally hit him. You were pregnant. He was going to be a father whether he wanted to or not. He had never wanted kids. To him, they were simply loud, dirty, chaotic tiny humans that he simply didn't have time for. He needed order and discipline, not crying, screaming and dirty diapers. He knew he'd been out of line when he accused you of trying to trap him. You weren't the kind of woman that would ever do that. You were too strong, too independent. That made it hurt even worse when he remembered the heartbroken look on your face. He'd done that. He honestly didn't even have a good reason why he didn't want you to go back East with him. He couldn't think of a single good reason. When it all came down to it, he simply didn't want to share you. Did that make him selfish, hell yes. Would you have understood if he'd opened up and talked to you about it, probably. But that wasn't him. He wasn't the kind of man that would sit around and talk about his feelings. You knew he loved you. You had to. He'd never treated any woman the way he did you. You were the first thing on his mind when he woke up and the last on it when he went to bed, whether he was with you or not. He wrestled with his thoughts and emotions the entire flight, deciding to call you the minute he landed. He walked through the airport to his rental car. He listened as the phone rang again and again with no answer, the sound of your cheerful, sweet voice on the recording causing a pang of guilt and even heartache. "Hey, baby. It's me..that was fucking stupid, you know it's me. I don't want to talk to your machine, (Y/N). Call me." He says simply and hangs up, hoping you'd call.
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A Man in Uniform
Fanfiction*Warning* Smut William Harper, Naval Officer, Man of Honor, always putting his country, his career and his men first. What happens when he meets a woman that challenges all of that? Will one night of passion be enough? Or will the old sea dog be tem...
