Byler Oneshots

Another day

Another day of Will and Mike fighting, over Marcus!

They got married 3 years ago, they were so in love when they did, but after 2 years of marriage they have become distant.

Their feelings started to fade for each other.
But since they were married they needed to commit to it!

So they came up with an idea of having a kid help them, make their love come back!

They adopted Marcus!

A sweet little boy whom was still an infant when he joined their family, now he became 1 years old!

Will adore kids, he always wanted to have one, and Mike was good with them since he had a little sister, he used to take care of her when he was younger!

Marcus was so beautiful, he had green eyes with black hair, and fair skin, he was a blend of Mike and Will, they felt like he was their own son, their real son having their genes!

After Marcus came, more responsibilities started to show up, more fights, more anger!

When I told you before that they were only feeling distant from each other, now they started blaming each other, no one is happy to see the other anymore!

Will was hushing the little baby Marcus in their bedroom, and Mike just went to his work!

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Days stretched into weeks, each one filled with the same oppressive atmosphere that had come to define their home. Every word exchanged between Will and Mike was like a dagger to the heart, each conversation a battleground where neither side emerged victorious.

One evening, as they sat across from each other at the dinner table, the tension reached its breaking point. "I can't keep living like this, Mike," Will's voice trembled with frustration, the weight of their failing marriage heavy on his shoulders. "We're drowning in this misery, and I don't see a way out."

Mike's response was swift and cutting, his bitterness seeping into every word. "Don't blame me for your unhappiness, Will," he spat, his eyes blazing with anger. "You've been pushing me away for months, and I'm tired of trying to fix something that's beyond repair."

Will felt the sting of Mike's accusation like a physical blow, his chest tightening with the weight of his own guilt. "I'm not the only one at fault here, Mike," he shot back, his voice tinged with desperation. "You've been distant and cold, shutting me out at every turn."

But Mike's resolve remained unyielding, his walls impenetrable. "I owe you nothing, Will," he sneered, his tone dripping with venom. "This marriage died long ago, and no amount of talking is going to resurrect it."

The finality of Mike's words hung in the air like a dark cloud, suffocating any hope of reconciliation.

Will's jaw clenched, his fists tightening around the edges of the dining table as he struggled to contain the torrent of emotions welling up inside him. "You say that like I haven't been trying," he retorted, his voice strained with frustration. "I've been reaching out, trying to bridge the gap between us, but every time I do, you shut me down."

Mike scoffed, his eyes narrowing with contempt. "Oh, spare me the sob story, Will," he shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You think you're the only one who's hurting here? You think I haven't been fighting to keep this marriage afloat?"

The bitterness in Mike's words cut deep, slicing through the fragile threads of hope that Will had been desperately clinging to. "I'm not asking you to fix everything, Mike," Will's voice cracked, his resolve faltering. "I'm asking you to meet me halfway. To acknowledge that we're both in this mess together."