Zak Bagans imagines and short stories #TheWattys

Married part 21

Zak POV

A baby.. A baby! My mind had been doing over time, I couldn't accept this. My stomach felt like it has been washed around and put back in me. Anxiety filled my body every time I thought of it.

I looked up at Y/Ns house. She had to be there. She just had to be!

I wrapped my knuckles on the door hard. I stepped back looking up at the window.

"Y/N! I know you are there! Open the door!" I called up to the Windows.

I knocked the door harder until it Y/N answered.

Her face was red and eyes were puffy, sniffling she shoved a box into my arms.

"Here, I don't need nor want this stuff anymore and as for me and you? I want a divorce. We are done, I am moving back home and raising this child on my own." She said holding her hand on her tummy.

"I knew this would never work out! I hoped and prayed it would! But I was careless! I should have made you protect yourself, I should have done more to protect you! So you wouldn't have ended up in the IS situation with me!"

I couldn't get a word in edgewise as she continued. Amongst all the tears the only thing I could think was how beautiful she was to me. Even with her blotchy face and runny nose.

"I don't want any money from you. I never have, so right now I want you to forget all about me. Go home, bring me the papers that are in your safe. I'll sign them and this will finally be over!" She said firmly, wiping her eyes, she held herself strong and walked back into the house slamming the door. I heard it lock, I stood looking at the door. My heart couldn't accept this, I looked at the door, hoping it would open. Hoping this was a nightmare and she would open it and let me in.

I was scared, terrified, in fact at the idea of being a father, but now I was even worse thinking that I had lost her!

"I'm sorry!" She sobbed on the opposite side of the door.

I looked at the box containing all the things I had bought them over the years, from silly little things right up to a necklace I had bought her for her birthday last year.

I was finally able to work my lungs into taking a breath. A part of me had shattered and fallen away, I felt exposed and vulnerable. I felt alone.

"Y/n... Ple-"

"Go!" She cried.

I nodded and stepped away from the door and returning to my car. I got in and sat there for a few minutes trying to think what I was suppose to do. I couldn't leave her, she couldn't leave me! Not after everything we have been through.

I punched the steering wheel and then pinched the bridge of my nose. There was no way I could repair this... No way at all.

Turning the key to the car I left and drove home in a trance.

My mind would replay the times we've laughed together, cuddled, kissed, made love and even cried in front of each other. I wiped my eyes hard and gripped the wheel a little tighter in my other hand.

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The next morning I stood in my office and laid the papers on the desk. Anger at myself filled my body and I swiped everything onto the floor yelling in rage.

My eyes caught a photo, I sank to the floor and wiped the glass fragments away.

It was of the crew and Y/N. Her arms around my neck, her eyes bright and a smile that could bring the world to a standstill.

In the depths and darkness of my home, I allowed my feelings to take over, I broke down asking myself why I was so stupid, why I had reacted that way and what I was going to do next..