Recovery

Chapter 33

play the song as you read and baby matthew of to the side

I sat in the bed with Matthew beside me as I feed him his bottle. I'm stared at him as he sucked on it with his eyes closed. Once he finished I laid him across my shoulder and burped him. And just like that he was out. I chuckled.

"Aww little man your going to sleep on me? Who's going to keep me company now?" I said lowly to him. I took his hat of smoothing out his curly hair then I placed him inside of his room into his crib I turned the baby monitor up high then went back into my room.

I glanced at the Time which read 12:00am I sighed as I laid in our big bed alone. By the time the clock struck 5:30 the bedroom door creeped open. I listened as Jacob slid off his pants and shirt leaving him in inly his boxers he then placed his gun onto the dresser then climbed into bed with me.

I turned to face him.

"Where you been?" I asked irritated.

"Out." He said simply.

"Out?" I questioned.

"That's what I said right." He shot back...

"I swear your so fucking irritating Jacob I'm sick of this shit." I shouted.

"How about you lower your damn voice." He said irritated. "It's late and I don't feel like hearing all that." He said seriously.

"Yea whatever." I said turning back around.

He mumbled something as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

I stared at the wall. I would make a huge scene but what's the purpose? This has been going on for a while now. Jacob comes home at all different hours of the night sometimes he stays gone for days. And when he does return it's all about the baby. When I ask him where he been he always the same excuse. "Handling business"

That excuse has gotten so over used that most times I don't even ask anymore..... We argue so much now. We ain't what we used to be.

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The next morning I beat Jacob up like always. After giving the baby a bath and dressing him for the day I sat him in his swing while I cooked breakfast.

As I finished the last of the eggs I felt strong arms wrap around my waist. I smiled as he laid his head on my shoulder.

"It smells good." He said.

"Thanks." I said turning in his arms.

He instantly crashed his lips into mine. I tangled my fingers through his hair as I deepened the kiss.

"You know I love you right?" He asked pressing his forehead against mine.

I sighed as I looked at the marble floors.

"Lyric." He said getting attention.

"Yes?" I asked lowly.

"Look at me." He ordered.

I slowly looked up.

"You do know I love right?" He repeated.

"It just doesn't seem like it anymore. "I said truthfully.

"How?"he asked.

"We'll you never spend time with me any more. And your barley home... When you are it's all about Matthew. I just don't feel loved anymore. I know you say it all the time but it seem like it has lost it's meaning." I explained.