crush imagines

late night fights

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I run my thumb pad across the diamond ring he gave me almost two years ago.

Was I no longer important to him? My eyes shift over to the clock, hanging on my wall.

It's almost two in the morning and it's the fourth night that C/n has come home late.

I've begin to think that maybe he's cheating on me but brush it to the back of my head.

Tonight I want to wait up and see what's going on. I'd usually brush it off and sleep. He'd act like nothing happened, not explaining anything.

I hear the keys in the lock turn and my apartment door slowly open. I hear a sigh and cross my arms, as I see a messy haired husband walk through the door.

"Babe?" I cringe at the name he'd just called me. "What're you still doing up?" He asks, his voice raspy.

I give him an annoyed sigh. "C'mon, don't act stupid. I've been waiting for you; you said you'd be home at eleven!" I raise my voice.

C/n also sighs. "I needed extra time for a job assignment that I never handed in." He says. I scoff.

"Don't give me that, I can smell the other perfume that's way too expensive to be mine." I spit at him.

"Y/n, are you accusing me of cheating?!" He says, harshness in his voice.

"I dunno, am I?!" I yell back. He squeezes the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"I was driving my sister to dance lessons, she's only 15!" He yells. "Don't give me that excuse. Someone that age cannot afford Victoria's Secret perfume!" I yell.

"I'm not lying I swear! And I've been trying to get us more money, Y/n. We're losing it immensely!" He says.

"Gee, I wonder why! You're probably off at nightclubs buying a tone of beer because you're 'too stressed' or something!" I throw my hands up.

I wanted to tell him what I've been waiting for since a month ago when the tests said positive. But I've been waiting for the right moment.

"I can't do this right now. I never sleep anymore because I'm worried you'll leave me for someone better." I say, my voice cracking as a lump rises in my throat.

"I'm going to Y/f/n's house." I mumble, dragging my body up stairs. Salty tears begin soaking my rosy cheeks as I pack my suitcase.

C/n stands at the door as I hear him sob. I drag my suitcase behind me as I mumble "By the way, I'm pregnant."

He lets out a sad, surprised sigh as I walk out the door. I take my wedding ring off and shove it in my pocket.

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part 2 maybe? what do you think?