Dinah Jane (one shots)

Your Child 1.

A/N: So above is the song that I used as inspiration to write this little piece. Lyrics from the song will appear throughout the piece. There's not much else you should know. I didn't reread or spellcheck this shit so I'm apologizing ahead of time for any spelling or grammatical errors that may appear. Enjoy!

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Dinah sat at the head of the deep cherrywood colored table in the dining room with all the lights that lit up the kitchen and dining room off. The table had been completely cleared of any cloth or silverware. The only thing that occupied the table top was the half empty bottle of wine that she'd been saving for one of those nights, her wine glass that had been refilled about three times already, a closed brief case and two candles that provided the dim lighting and only lighting she sat in. She tightened the string on the burgundy silk robe that covered her black lingerie clad body and propped her legs up on the table, crossing them at the ankles, her black red bottoms hanging off the edge. She looked damn good and she knew it. If she was experiencing any hurt, she sure was going to make this as excruciatingly painful for him as possible. It was only right. Hell, he deserved it. He deserved everything that she was about to do to him for putting her through all of this.

Swirling the drink in the cup she took a sip and waited for her husband to walk through the door. She'd gone over the events that happened earlier that day, probably a million times, over in her head. Each scenario started out somewhat the same, with the initial news, and it came in various forms: a letter in the mail, a phone call, a knock at the door, a run in at the grocery store and they all had the same end result, heartache. Something told her had it not been today it would've been sometime in the near future. She was beginning to blame herself too and she couldn't seem to figure out why.

It's his fault. Dinah thought out loud.

He just couldn't keep his fucking dick in his fucking pants, could he? Nope! He just had to stick it into anything and everything with a pulse.

She continued to ramble as she downed her fourth glass of wine and poured another. There was no way she could have blamed her either. Although everything inner told her to do so immediately upon hearing the news, Dinah knew she couldn't do that. It wasn't in her character, to blame the other woman; especially when it takes two.

She stood up, glass still in her hand and walked over to the mirror across the room, her heels clicking across the hardwood floor and stood still a few inches away , staring at her reflection.

And you, you're so fucking stupid. You knew he was out cheating. Everyone knew. Even his friends warned you, but nooo.... You just had to go fall in love huh.

She scoffed and shook her head in disgust sighing as she ran a hand through her freshly curled, blonde tresses.

"Yep, Dinah, you're a fool."

Today you had a visitor
Or should I say an old friend
But wait a minute
That's not where it ends, no
Is there something
That you wanna tell me, hmm
Cause I'm believing what your friends say
About your hidden secrecies

Dinah was shaken from her thoughts when she heard keys being turned in the lock of her front door and soon followed the heavy footsteps of her husband. He entered their two story house, the one she made sure to put in her name, and dropped his "work" bag at the door. Taking off his coat and hanging it on the coat rack, he proceeded to the dining room to find his wife standing in front of the mirror, ignoring or simply unaware of the suitcases she had packed back by the front door. He slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Placing a kiss to her cheek, moving her hair in the process, he nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck and placed small kisses on the flesh. A soft smile formed on her lips, a reaction to being kissed in that particular spot and she felt herself almost falling into the familiarity that is them, was them, as she looked at him through the reflection. The smile disappeared shortly after the faint yet very familiar scent of cheap perfume found its way to her nose. She scrunched her face and he turned her around in his arms pecking her lips.