Late 2012 should have been filled with joy for Mariah Carey and Nick Cannon—they were celebrating their beautiful twins, Moroccan and Monroe, turning one. Instead, their home had turned into a battleground, filled with long silences and arguments that came too often. It was as if the love they once shared was slipping away, replaced by misunderstandings and the weight of their responsibilities.
Mariah sat in the nursery, rocking Monroe gently, her eyes wandering to the doorway where Nick should have been. He was supposed to be here with her, with their family, but more and more, he was absent—lost in his work, his own world that seemed so far from hers.
When she heard the front door open late that night, she froze, holding her breath. She carefully laid Monroe down in her crib, her hands trembling slightly as she smoothed the blanket. Taking a deep breath, she left the nursery, making her way downstairs.
Nick was standing in the living room, his back turned, his shoulders hunched. He was staring at a photo of the four of them, his face unreadable. Mariah clenched her jaw, her heart aching as she watched him.
“Nick,” she called out, her voice laced with frustration.
He turned, his eyes meeting hers, exhaustion visible on his face. “Mariah, I just got back,” he said, sighing. “Can’t we talk about this later?”
“No,” she said, her voice shaking. “We need to talk now. You’ve been gone for days, Nick. I’m here alone with the twins, and you’re out there doing God knows what. I can’t do this by myself.”
Nick’s eyes flashed with irritation, his expression hardening. “I’m working, Mariah. I’m doing what I need to do for this family. You think I want to be away all the time? I’m out there making sure we have a future.”
Mariah shook her head, her eyes glistening. “You think the twins care about money, Nick? They don’t even know who you are. Monroe cries when you pick her up because she doesn’t recognize you. How can you call that being a father?”
He stiffened, his face contorting in pain before it twisted into anger. “Don’t you dare,” he snapped, his voice low. “Don’t you dare make me out to be a bad father. I love those kids. I love you. I’m doing everything I can, and it’s still not enough for you.”
She took a step closer, her voice rising. “It’s not enough because you’re not here! I’m tired, Nick. I’m exhausted, and I need my partner. I need you here with us.”
Nick clenched his jaw, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “I’m trying, Mariah, but nothing I do seems to be good enough for you. You want me here, you want me working—you want everything, and I can’t be everything for you.”
“Maybe I’m asking too much,” she said, her voice breaking. “Maybe I just need my husband, the father of my children, to actually be here when I need him.”
Nick’s face darkened, his eyes narrowing. “Maybe you’re right,” he said coldly. “Maybe I can’t be what you need.”
He turned away, grabbing his bag, his movements quick and angry. “Where are you going?” Mariah demanded, her voice cracking.
“I need space,” he said, his voice barely audible. “I can’t be here right now.”
“You can’t just leave, Nick!” she yelled, her desperation evident. “You can’t keep walking away when things get hard.”
He paused at the door, his shoulders slumping. “I’m sorry, Mariah,” he said quietly, before walking out, the door slamming shut behind him.
Mariah stood there, the silence deafening, her body trembling. She pressed her lips together, refusing to cry. She wouldn’t let herself break—not now. She turned, her eyes landing on the staircase, the weight of exhaustion pulling at her.
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FanfictionThis is a little fiction about Mariah Carey and Nick Cannon's relationship, and a challenging year for them who unfortunately took a tragic turn of events
