Life Is A Rollercoaster (Ronan Keating / Boyzone / X Factor) fan fiction

Ninety One

I know they say if you love somebody you should set them free

But it sure is hard to do

Yeah it sure is hard to do

And I know they say if they don't come back again

Then it's mean to be

But those words don't pull me through

'cause I'm still in love with you

I spend each day here praying for a miracle...

I turned off the radio, unable to listen to my soon to be ex-husband singing the song that I had written as we slowly drifted apart.

"Mummy!!"

I smiled at my three and a half year old daughter as she bought me a picture she'd spent the last few hours drawing. It was child's scribble obviously but I could see that she'd been aiming to draw a house and what was meant to me, Ro and Jessica herself. She looked at me expectantly, waiting for a response.

I swallowed hard, fighting back the tears. 

Oh Ro how had It come to this?

"Do you like it, mummy?"

"It's beautiful darling," I said.

 "Would you like a drink?" I asked, wanting to escape into the kitchen.

"Yes please mummy!" Jessica nodded. I fled to the kitchen and leant against the fridge door, letting the tears roll down my face.

I felt a hand tugging at the hem of my skirt, she'd obviously followed me straight into the kitchen - dammit. 

"Mummy, what's wrong?" she demanded. I brushed the tears away with the back of my hand and forced a smile on my face, "Nothing darling, mummy's just being very silly"

"Mummmmy?" she said in a whiny voice which meant either that she wanted something - or was about to ask me a really awkward question. After all the goings on lately, I suspected it was the latter.

"Yes love?"

"When is daddy coming home?"

I looked at my daughter's worried face. I picked her up and kissed her forehead then sat her down on the kitchen table. I opened the fridge and poured us both a glass of orange juice, then sat down at the kitchen table myself.

"Now darling, you know that Daddy doesn't live with us anymore, because he's very busy" I hated lying to my daughter but she was too young too understand the painful truth.

"But you will see him..." I paused, trying to remember what day it was - Friday, "You'll see him tomorrow darling, he's coming to pick you up remember?"

She nodded, "Mummy?" 

"Yes?" I rolled my eyes at yet another question. "Has Daddy got a girlfriend?"

I recoiled in horror as if I'd been slapped then stood up from the table and looked out of the window so that Jessica couldn't see the shock on my face.

"Um, I don't think so darling no"

"Oh"

She was silent for a moment and then said, "There was a lady at Daddy's house last week - I didn't like her. She was ugly, not pretty like you!"

I stifled a laugh at my daughter's loyalty, I doubted that this woman, whoever she was, was ugly. Ronan had never been seen with anybody ugly in his entire life.

"Does this lady have a name?" I asked breathlessly, hoping that it was the cleaner or something.

My daughter's answer was like another slap in the face, "Yes, I think it was Laura"