Demi
My heart hurt as Nicko turned away from me and stared out at the view again. I had hurt him last night more than he had ever hurt me. I lashed out and exploited every weakness I knew he had. I played on his rage issues, trying to pick a fight, and like he said, broken him. Our relationship will never be the same and we both knew it.
There didn't mean like there was anything I could say so I just laced our fingers together and kissed his bruised knuckles, "I know you think that, but it couldn't be farther from the truth."
He flexed his jaw, "I think I want to be alone right now if you don't mind."
I sighed and stood up, picking up Mia's carrier as I walked back inside. It was all I could do to not break down but my daughter innocently playing her toes stopped me. I just laid on the couch with her on my chest, smiling as she played with a lock of my hair. I was such an idiot, throwing all of this away for a meeting with Wilmer. That's what started it all. I betrayed Nicko's trust with that action alone. I needed to do something big to make it up to him somehow.
~*Nicko*~
When Demi went inside the bands around my chest loosened and I could finally breath again. I wanted to forget this whole thing ever happened but I couldn't, her words were embedded into my brain. I didn't know how to move past this. Eventually, when I thought enough time had passed that Demi had left with Mia, I walked inside but was surprised by her sitting on the couch, phone pressed to her ear watching Mia playing on the floor. She hadn't seen me yet, so I paused and listened as she spoke.
"He's going to leave me Mar. I can feel it. He hates me you should've seen the way he was looking at me... How am I supposed to do that? I can't function without him!"
She was crying hard, but my feelings of guilt were turned off. Why should I feel guilty?
"He's not going to go to couple's counseling Marissa it would be a waste to even ask him."
I sighed and walked over to her, plucking the phone out of her hand as she watched me with wide eyes, "Sorry Marissa she'll have to call you back." I said, the hung up and leaned close to her, "I don't want you spreading our business around. It's you and I here. Not you Marissa and me. That being said, I don't hate you. I love you Demi, this is just a hard thing to deal with. I'm not going to leave you. If I was, I would be gone by now. I can't function without you either. Counseling is an option that I'm not opposed to discussing. I actually think it'd be good for us."
Demi's lower lip quivered and she swallowed hard, "Do you promise?"
I sat down and pulled her into my chest, "Yes, I promise. I love you Demi, nothing is going to change that."
She kissed my neck and ran a hand through my hair, "Can you do something for me?"
I looked down at her, our faces so close our noses kept touching, "Anything."
Demi stroked my cheek, "Can you kiss me? You haven't kissed me since we were in the shower three days ago. It's driving me insane."
I smiled slightly and leaned in, pressing our lips together gently, deepening the kiss as I felt her arch her back to press her body against mine. Mia giggled then, bringing us back to reality, and I pulled away, leaning my forehead against Demi's, "How was that?"
She smiled, "Surprisingly satisfying."
~*~
"So, Nicko why don't you go ahead and tell me why you think you two are here?"
I took a deep breath and leaned forward, trying to explain myself to Demi's therapist, Dr. Reardon. "I guess it's because Demi and I have some big issues in our relationship, but we want to make it work."
