Trapped {William A. x Reader} [ Discontinued ]

11

It had now been 2 months since Michael was born. William refused to go back to work and wanted to stay home to make sure you and him were okay. You always told him it was fine and that he could go, but it turned out he already told Henry he would stay home until he felt comfortable leaving you alone with Michael.

You were currently in Michael's nursery. You were trying to find his bunny onsie you had first bought him. You didn't want to take up too much time trying to find it because it was almost time to feed Michael. You gave up and just decided to put him a normal onsie that you and William bought a week before he was born.

You were about to pick up Michael from his crib when someone interrupted you. "Looking for this ?" You turned your head over to see William holding the bunny onsie. "Agh.. Will really ? I'm just trying to change Michael, and you're playing around." You picked up Michael in your arms, and he started to babble and kick his legs. "Well, someone's hungry !"

You then sat down onto the small sofa that was next to the window, and you grabbed a pillow. You pulled down the strap of your tank top and were about to unclasp your bra when William walked over so fast you didn't even notice him standing next to you. "Gah- William, what are you doing now ?" "What are YOU doing ??" "Obviously about to feed my son, what else does it look like I'm doing ?"

"I thought he needed formula !" "No.. he doesn't need it until like he's 6 months. So, in that case, he needs to be breastfed."
You annoyingly said. You really thought he would've known more, but nope. Here he was, staring at you while you're trying to feed Michael.

Michael started to make impatient nosies and began kicking his legs. "It's okay, Mikey. Mama will feed you now. " You unclasped your bra and started to feed Michael.

William just stared dumbfounded.

"So he just sucks on a titty and eats ?"

You almost choked on your spit when he said that out of the blue. "William ! I mean yes but- why are you asking? It's obvious !" You just glared at him. You turned your head back and focused on Michael eating.

"So that's why your boobs got bigger ?"

"William, I swear to God... Yes. I told you that." William was seriously getting on your last nerve. If he said one more thing, you would explode.

"How come he gets free titty sucking and I don't?"

"GODDAMIT WILL !" You angrily yelled while throwing the random bear stuffed animal next to you. William giggled as he ran out.

You sighed and noticed Michael was done. You clasped your bra back together and pulled your tank top strap back up. You got up and decided that Mikey was ready for a nap. You walked over to his crib and gently laid him down. You closed the blinds a bit and played the small musical box and you left the room.

You gently left the door half way opened and the moment you turned around William scared you.

You were about to scream, but he quickly covered your mouth fast while quietly giggling.

You just glared at him. He just walked you walk away, annoyed. He sighed and went into his office.

You started to clean up the mess in the living room and put all of the books you were reading to Mikey away. Since you were carrying so much in your arms you dropped some books. You groaned and went to pick them up.

Turned out one of them was the wedding photo book you swear you had put away in your room. You sat down in the ground and began going through them.

You smiled at you and William's wedding photo at the altar. You smiled brightly at Misty's photo with her husband and children. Then one photo caught you off guard, but you saw someone you never thought you would've seen again, and you never wanted to.

Robert.

You could feel the oxygen leave your lungs at the mention of his name. Soon, all the memories you tried so hard to keep away came all flooding back. You felt nauseous and ran over to the bathroom.

He came to your wedding...

Your wobbly legs ran into the bathroom, and you leaned onto the sink. There, you could see your reflection on the mirror. You saw your old self again. A bruise on your eye and Robert behind you, yelling and screaming. Everything felt so real.

You felt lightheaded, and the room began to spin. Your legs tripped you, and you fell into the cold tile floor. You let out a faint cry for help.

William POV:

I knew annoying the hell out of y/n would make her ignore me, but it's funny seeing her like that.

Now, where did I put those pa-

I was cut off but a loud thud and something hitting the floor. I quickly ran out and went downstairs to see the same mess in the living room, but there no sign of y/n. I began to worry, and I ran all over the house looking for her till I saw a hand slightly peeking out of the bathroom.

"Y/n !" I yelled out and rushed over to the bathroom to find her laying on the ground with tears in her eyes. I gently picked her up and looked at her eyes. They looked lifeless.

Your POV:

William called out for me, but his words were muffled. I couldn't hear him well.

I just wanted my dad to hold me again. Promising everything will be fine because he's right here with me.

"Y/n... please answer me." You were finally coming out of your thoughts. Your vision started to focus.

You saw every detail of William's face, from his slightly droopy eyes to his sharp jawline. He cupped your face and looked at you with a sad face.

A few moments later, he picked you up and walked you over to the couch. He sat on the floor in front of you and held your hands in his. He looked at you deeply, and you looked at him back.

"Love, what seems to be troubling you ? Please tell me, I want to be able to help."
You squeezed his hand as you began to open your mouth.

"Robert.. he was. At our wedding."
You could see William's eyes turn cold at the mention of his name. "What." "I was looking through wedding photos, and there he was.. at our wedding." "That damn bastard." "William. He's back. He's going to haunt me forever now. What if he does something? What if he finds out about Michael and does -"

"He won't do anything love. I'll be here to protect you. That damn bastard won't lay a single finger on you, and I'll make sure of it." He said that last part with anger in his eyes. You were a bit afraid, but you were just relieved that you had your husband to protect you and your Mikey.

You then hugged him tightly, and he hugged you back.

Then, the two of you got back up and helped each other clean. While you were adjusting the curtains and were wiping down the coffee table, he spoke up. "Love, I think you might have ptsd. Everything you've lived with him has been destroying you, and I want to help you."

You sighed and turned to face him. "I most certainly do. I will make sure to do anything to heal. I want to be better for you and Michael. I want to be a good wife and mother. Not while being sick. I'll work on being good enough."

William walked over to you, and he caressed your face. "You're good enough, y/n."

You started to tear up. You've never been told that by anyone you've loved. William has been the only one to ever say such things.

He embraced you but your knees were far to weak to stand in his arms.

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