"When?" He asks me, trying to shield the annoyance in his voice.
"A few days ago." I tell him, I don't want him to be upset about this. "He's in pain Marshall, he feels bad he wants to make things right with you."
I know that he's trying not to explode, but every time I bring up Maverick's name a sheet of tension is slung over us. I'm sitting on the couch while he paces before me, I know he's angry I just don't know why. He's been so good lately.
"He says he's in love with you Rachel, I don't know if I can." He says, rubbing his face with his hands.
"He said great things about you. About when you were kids." I point out, standing. "He's not gonna hurt me Marshall what are you afraid of?"
"I'm not afraid of him." He hisses, coming off harsher than he meant. "I'm worried."
"Worried about what?" I ask him, taking another step closer.
"I'm worried that I won't be able to control myself." He tells me, the anger in his voice rising. "I haven't fought in a very long time, I'm getting restless fists."
"Go to the gym." I tell him. "It's safe there, I trust it."
"I can't Rachel. I just can't." He says, shaking his head and biting his lower lip for a second. "I would kill him."
"Well you're not going back to the field." I bite at him. I really don't want to fight.
I glare at him and he doesn't say anything. He just looks at me with apologetic eyes. I mentally beg him to look at me any other way. He wants to go back, he wants to fight anywhere else but the gym. I won't let one mistake between Maverick and I place Marshall in a ring of death. He's my fiancé, and I can't imagine living without him.
"Marshall..." I say, tears welling behind my eyes.
"Rach-"
"Why are you doing this to me?" I ask him, tears falling from my eyes.
"Rachel let me-"
"Why?" I demand.
"I've been trying-"
"I thought we were past this Marshall!" I yell at him.
"Would you just let me fucking talk!" He yells right back.
"No!" I hiss at him. "Because anything you say is meaningless! You swore to me you would never go back there!"
"I can't just drop it Rachel, I can't just go back and pretend like nothing happened!" His voice deepens with his anger and I feel a shiver run up my spine.
"I can't believe you right now!" I wipe some tears away with the back of my hand. "One of the reasons I gave you another chance was you keeping your promises, and now you can't even do that!"
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He curses, taking another step closer to me. "You're not going to marry me now? Is that it?"
"You always fucking do that!" I point out, he's always been one to jump to his own conclusions. Once he gets an outcome in his mind there's no use in changing it.
"Well I'm right aren't I?" He asks, the familiar vein on his neck returns. I haven't seen it in a very long time. "You're saying the reason you got back with me just went to hell. So what now?"
He doesn't mean what he's saying, I know he doesn't, but he just gets so mad over the littlest things. My heart pumps blood violently in my chest. I'm so angry with him, we should be over this by now. We can't be fighting like this all the time. What's it going to be like if we ever have a family? I don't want to be the 'screaming and fighting' parents like mine were.
