~Marshall's P.O.V.~
Everything about the last hour hurts me deeper than anything has in a long time. I can't articulate the pain in my heart, she really can hurt me like no one else. If this is anything like what she feels when we fight, then I swear to God or whatever is up there that I'll never scream at her again.
Even after all this I can't find it in myself to be angry with her. I overreacted, I always do. And locking her out? I don't like to think about it, I know the last thing she wanted was to hurt me. I pull her into my room, shutting the door after her. I put my hands on her stomach. God I shouldn't have screamed at her, not with the baby. My regret must show on my face because she picks up on it right away. She runs her hands up my chest and wraps them around my neck, holding me tightly.
"This was my fault." She says quietly. "I just thought that I should tell you, I don't want any secrets." She shakes her head. "The last thing I wanted was to hurt you."
"I know baby." I say, kissing her forehead.
"You're all I care about." She whispers, pressing our foreheads together yet again. "I don't need him, I need you. I want you..."
"It hurts." I tell her, my hands rubbing her back. "When you talk about him, it's like I'm not enough."
"That's not true." She protests calmly, holding the sides of my face. "Marshall you're all I'll ever need."
She takes my hand and presses them against her stomach. My chest contracts as she does it. I love her, them, so much. I lean forward again and plant desperate kisses on her lips. For some reason kissing her makes my chest tighten and my heart ache all over again with pain. I tear myself away unwillingly, still holding her against me.
"Is this how I make you feel when we fight?" I ask her quietly.
It hurts so bad I feel like I'm going to throw up. It doesn't help when she nods in response to my question.
"I needed this." I say, putting my hand on her cheek. "Now I know how it feels, I never want to hurt you again."
"How can you say that?" She shakes her head once. "After everything I said, you're trying to take the blame." She closes her eyes for a second and rests her head on my chest. "You don't need to apologize, this was my fault."
"Rach..." I wrap my arms around her and let her cry for a couple seconds. "It's okay, I forgive you don't cry."
"Knowing you're hurt over something I said is the worst feeling in the world." She mumbles, looking up at me. "I'm done with him. If it's hurting you then I'm done. You're all that matters to me."
"We don't have to talk about it anymore tonight." I tell her, I don't want to upset her any more.
She takes my hands and I sit down on the edge of the bed. She walks in between my legs and rests her hands on my shoulders. My hands slide around to the back of her thighs, gently rubbing them. She looks sad and I know it's because she thinks she hurt me. On some level she did, but I'd rather deal with it than have her be upset.
Her hands slide up to my cheeks and her thumb traces over my bottom lip. Her touch sparks something in me. The most innocent of movements makes me crazy with want. She doesn't even know she's doing it, she's just effortlessly sexy.
"I think we need to talk." She says quietly, letting me pull her body against mine.
"Tomorrow." I say, only one thing on my mind that doesn't involve a lot of talking.
"As long as you're okay." She whispers to me, holding my face again.
I respond by turning into her hand and kissing it. When I look back at her she nods once. I stand up, pulling the sheets back and laying down. I watch her move in the darkness of my room, kicking off her shoes and taking off her shirt. Even though it's dark I see a hint of black lace, which sends lightning through my body. I watch her step out of her jeans and putting on my shirt, the routine. Then she rolls into bed next to me. I turn to her and start to kiss her.
