In those first couple of weeks home, everything was blissful. Then reality set in.
Having a newborn is a 24/7 job. Constant crying, constant feeding, constant changing. It adds to the stress of Eric's already stressful career. He leaves early and comes home late, and by then he wants to go straight to bed but Hudson makes that difficult. Eric is losing patience and our relationship is suffering.
Hudson is 6 months now and not much has changed. We barely speak and when we do, we argue. I'm going crazy.
I'm in the kitchen looking for something to eat when the door opens. I glance at the clock, confused. It's lunchtime. Eric never comes home for lunch anymore.
"Hey." I'm excited to see him.
He ignores my greeting. "Where's Hudson?"
"Napping." I answer.
"Oh." He nods. "Well I just came to grab some paperwork."
"Can we talk?" I ask before he can walk away.
He seems impatient. "Just for a minute."
I miss the old Eric. The one who couldn't wait to get home. The one who loved Hudson and I unconditionally.
I know he's stressed. That the pressure of being a leader at only 17 is overwhelming at times. I just wish he could learn to leave it all at the door when he comes home.
He leans against the back of the couch facing the kitchen and I sit awkwardly at the table.
"I barely see you anymore." I start, trying to keep any harshness or blame from my voice.
"Yea. Well that's the life of a leader. You should know how it goes better than anyone." He's short tempered and I can tell he doesn't want to have this conversation or be here with me.
I'm losing him.
"Eric, do you think you bring more joy to me or trouble?" He lets out a short laugh, shaking his head. "It's not funny, I'm being serious."
"Probably trouble, because we argue more than anything." He's got a smirk on his face and I can't stand his attitude.
"So do you like feeling like you bring more trouble to my life?"
"Well, no." He says, catching himself. "What are you pissed at now?"
I pause for a moment, thinking of the best way to word what I want to say. "When you don't pay any attention to me or Hudson that's when I get frustrated. Because if you don't care that much about him, how am I supposed to care about you?"
Eric stares me down with a hard expression. "You're about to start an argument, so just stop talking."
"Why can't you just say you understand what I'm saying?" I know he knows everything I'm telling him is true.
"I just want to quit arguing, I mean shit!" He raises his voice and I feel the anger coming.
"Eric." I warn. "I don't understand how you can go days without spending time with Hudson and it not bother you."
"Because you piss me off." He explains.
His words hurt but I press on. "Why take it out on him? You and I have nothing to do with your relationship with your son."
"You could go on and on for days about this and you would still find something new to complain about."
"But it doesn't fix anything!" I shout over him. "I've been complaining about the same thing for 6 months, Eric." I feel myself getting emotional. "I'm telling you right now, when you spend time with him that makes me love you."
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Hypnotic (Eric x OC) divergent fanfiction
FanficPregnant and hiding a traumatic secret, Dauntless born Ophelia finds herself drawn to Eric, the enigmatic Erudite boy she sits next to in school. As the year progresses the two form an unlikely bond and Ophelia finds herself hoping that it will lead...