Forever and ever 2. The adventure starts now.

Part 158.

Y/N's pov~

Tom stood outside my door on June 16th.

His silhouette was gray, eyebrows furrowed. I hadn't seen him since our last therapy session.

"Is Parker here?" No hello, just straight to the point. Tom let himself into the house, scanning for changes that didn't exist. Family photos adorned the walls, the couch to the right, kitchen to the left, staircase straight ahead.

"No, he's still at the park with Ciara and Harry." I shook my head, confirming that our son was out with his uncle and aunt. Ciara seemed to have persuaded Harry not to hold a grudge against me, unlike Sam, who usually sided with Tom. But Harry and Ciara had always had my back.

Tom hummed and turned around as I closed the door behind me. Why was he still here when he knew Parker wasn't around? And why did he want to see me in the first place? Was it something good? Something bad? I definitely wasn't in the mood to argue; that much was clear.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Did you say anything bad about me to our son?" he asked, his voice deep yet casual. That even if I did, he wouldn't go mad. But if he seriously thought I would do such a thing, then my husband didn't know me well enough.

"Of course not. Why would you think that?"

"Because Parker just asked me why I don't love him anymore, and I think it has something to do with you."

His tone was predictably aloof, but I had expected as much. I could barely recall the last peaceful conversation with Tom, aside from the one in the kitchen.

"Seriously?" I inquired, addressing both Parker's question and Tom's train of thought.
He nodded. "Yeah!" He said.

"What the hell do I have to do with that? You're the one who's making him think that!" I shot back, the first time I didn't let Tom's words slide.

After all, I took care of him every day; Tom was the one who moved out, which could have led Parker to think the way he seemed to.

"Oh, don't you come at me now," he stepped closer, but there was still enough space between us for an elephant to fit.

I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling visibly uncomfortable, not only because we were arguing but also because of Tom's words. I could imagine what he thought of me, even though I never spoke ill of him, especially not in front of his own son.

"I was just doing what was right!" By moving out, he meant. That hit me hard.

"Maybe you weren't," I shrugged. My life certainly didn't make it any easier, and even less so for Parker. He missed his father, and getting closer to Tom now was much harder.

"Of course, you know better than I do," he scoffed, turning his gaze away.

"I didn't say that."

"Yes, you did!"

"No, I didn't say that!" My voice rose, not knowing what arguing now would accomplish, and Tom remained silent, turning his head back to me, knowing there was more to come.

"But he's three and he needs his father just as much as he needs his mother." One of us was always there for him, the puzzle wasn't hard for Tom to solve.
"Is this about him, or is it about you trying to get into my head?" Tom wasn't entirely wrong with the accusation. I needed him. Why should I hide it? We were married, and I needed my husband. I loved him, why couldn't he see that?!

"Because- If that's the case, then stop trying!" He was loud, not loud enough to be yelling, but too loud for someone who was calm. His words echoed through the room seconds later. He didn't need my temptation anymore. Not because I had won him back, but because he no longer saw hope in us.
"Tommy..." I murmured. Did he really mean it the way he said it, or was he just caught up in the moment? I stepped closer.
"You're pathetic. Stop chasing after me. And stop calling me Tommy. I'm not your Tommy, and this needs to stop." He gestured between us, and so many different meanings swirled in my head at the word 'stop'.
Because what did he mean by 'stop'? Did he mean our fights?
The couples therapy?
Our nicknames?
Our closeness?
Or was it our marriage that was supposed to stop?
Tears of anger welled up in my eyes. How could he not see that I loved him? How could he not see that I was just desperate? For his attention, his touch, his words of affirmation. Him. He was so beautiful standing in front of me and I had to fight. But I couldn't fight. I never wanted to fight.
"If you want it to stop so badly, why don't you just divorce?" I yelled, dropping my arms to my sides as I spoke words I never meant. My whole body shaking.
Tom went pale. He hadn't expected me to raise my voice like that, let alone hear the word 'divorce' ever come out of my mouth.
Silence took over the once spacious room, now feeling tiny. He started to nod.
"Maybe I will." He looked bewildered, and as he swept past me to leave the house once again, I knew things were going to be over sooner or later...

~Giving everyone a second part because the last one was so short and since this one is too, I think it's only fair.~