They should be enough to make him stay. But they weren't. You should have been all he needed. But you weren't. He left. And he left for someone who was the complete opposite of you, but the thing that stung the most was her age. You hate her. You ha...
Warnings: language, mentions of cheating, mention of fertility issues, depictions of depression, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 4K
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Your leg bounces up and down when you look at your phone. You are late. And knowing Scott, he's going to use this against you. You rarely went out. But this...
You look down at your clothes. His clothes. What else were you supposed to do but grab his button up, and some sweats. It still smelled like him, and you're swooning. You can still feel him in your body. On your body. He didn't just fuck you, he made sure to implant his entire soul in you, and it leaves you longing for more. Things with Andy have always been good enough for one time.
It was beautiful, and perfect, and just like how you would imagine seeing him again. But you can't want him. Your life is a mess, and you can't bring him into it. You give a nod to the Uber driver as you get out of the vehicle. Your heeled shoes oddly matched with his clothes, and make too much noise as you walk up the front steps.
Walking into the house, you're met with Scott glaring at you. You don't answer. You want to see your babies. But he makes a show out of looking at his watch. "You're over an hour late."
"Sorry, I ruined your Sunday morning, Scott."
"And what the hell are you wearing?" His hand gestures down your body, and you feel your cheeks flare up in anger more than embarrassment. Like he had any room to talk. He smirks. Reaching across the counter to slide your wallet towards you. "The District Attorney dropped this off for you. Guess I know whose clothes you're wearing. My god. How can you be so fucking stupid?"
"I'm stupid? How's Taylor? Your twenty-three year old fiancé? She's just waiting for the damn divorce to be finalized, huh?" He hates when you bring up the engagement, or her age. Hell, everyone could tell she was young. Most thought she was younger than twenty-three.
Scott takes a deep breath. His fingers tap on the counter. "If you give us the house, I won't fight you for full custody."
Your eyes immediately well with furious tears as you stare at the man that you loved so much. You gave up everything to give him the family and home he wanted. The only thing you couldn't give him anymore was children. Taylor could. He made sure of it. Plus her boobs weren't droopy from breastfeeding. Her hips weren't wider from bearing children. Her hair wasn't thinner because you gave to your babies.
"Why are you always crying? My god, we've been over this. You're getting alimony. Why do you need this house?"
