Regrets🌹

5

(Your pov)

After 4 glasses of wine, you were definitely tipsy. Marshall had to put Miyah down while you sat on the couch staring blankly at nothing. You tried to take in what Marshall said earlier. He's in love with you. That's totally different from "like" or "really care about". You did have feelings for Marshall, but you two couldn't be together. Your relationship was strong and if you two were to get together and break up, that could ruin everything.

You hear Marshall coming back to the living room. He sits next to you and sighs.

"You okay?" he asks.

"I'm just thinking, Marshall." you spoke quietly.

"I shouldn't have dropped it on you like that," he takes your hand in his. "I'm sorry."

"We can't be together." you say, quietly.

"I can't just go back to being your friend."

"Why not? You would if you really love me like you say you do."

"Just friends never work when you're in love."

You're silent after that. Was that why you two were so close, because you're in love? You always thought people grow bonds with who they have children with. But are you really in love with him?

"Stop it." you say, just above a whisper.

"Stop what, Y/N?" he asks.

"Stop confusing me."

"You're confusing yourself."

"What am I suppose to do?"

Marshall shrugs, "Whatever you feel is right."

"I don't know anymore." you impress.

Marshall took your hand in his and looked you dead in your eye.

"If you want nothing more than just friends, then I'm going to have to live with that. I want you in my life no matter what we are." he said sincerely.

You lay your head on his shoulder and instantly pass out from all the wine you drank. Marshall chuckles at the sight and carries you to your bedroom. He tucks you in and kisses your forehead before leaving, shutting the door behind him.

Finally! Sorry this is so short but I'm suffering a slight case of writers block.