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Chapter 21:

/Alfie's POV/

Where the hell is she. It's storming outside. Did I go too far? I didn't right. Did I? I was just calling it out. I didn't force her to have children. But, I want them. I want one of my own. I don't want adoption. I want to love something that is truly mine. But now she's gone. And I made her mad. Distrupted. I've been messing with her. Fuck, what did I say that to her.

It's been 4 hours. Where the hell is this girl? She rejected my calls, every single time. She didn't even read my texts. Is she safe? It's still raining heavily outside. What if she's not coming back? Fuck.

I sneakily opened the door and quickly removed my jacket. Alfie ran up to me and grabbed me towards him.

"I'm so sorry Fel, I swear I didn't me-"

"It's nothing. Really. I'll need to sleep. I have work tomorrow." I said as I quickly ran up the stairs.

Alfie quickly followed me and pulled me closer, "Please listen. I'm sorry. I really am. I didn't meant anything that I said."

"It's not you. It's me. I'm sorry you have to put up with my shit. I sincerely apologize for being in your life for 13 years."

"No Fel no. I love you. Since the day we met I knew you were something special. You're the one that's meant for me. Don't you ever say those words ever again." he replies.

I pulled him into a hug and started sobbing.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being such a horrible wife. I was too stuborn. I'm sorry. And I love you too."

"Hey, don't cry. Can we not have this argument again? I don't care if we have children or not. I only care about you."

I went to grab his hand when I notice him wincing. "Oh my gosh Alfie, what did you do?" I gasped. "About that. We might want to move that picture hanging on the wall over a few inches." He told me, avoiding all eye contact.

"Why?" I ask. "I got mad at myself and you were out there in that storm, alone and I was so angry and scared that I just took it out on the wall."

I grabbed his good hand and led him to the kitchen to grab some ice to treat his swollen one. "You didn't have to do that. I wouldn't leave."

"Let's forget this argument. And go to bed. And move the picture on the wall." I said as I pulled him to our room.