Nate Maloley Imagines

Let Me Come Home

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(Original name was changed to fit imagine book)
P.S. Sorry for any mistakes in name changes you may find(once again not my imagine)
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It was early in the morning for the kids but you had been up all night, you had been up every night for the past few weeks. The divorce would be finalized soon and then maybe you hope you'll sleep. You stretch out your exhausted limbs and swing your legs off the bed and slip on a pair a kitten slippers. Nate and you had been married for almost seventeen years and for most of them were spent fighting. It was only now that the both of you (mostly you) had decided to get a divorce.
You had grown up in a home where your parents fought all the time so you knew what it was like to have a home like that. Nate didn't. His parents got divorced when he was still young and even though he made closure with it, it was still a sore wound.
Nate had moved out and into a hotel until he could find a place to stay for awhile.
You woke up your oldest child, August, he was sixteen. He was already moody but he had been sweeter lately. Unlike most teenagers, he understood that a divorce is hard on everyone. Your youngest, Abigal was already up and in a tutu that she wore for her Halloween costume last year. Abigal was four and in Daycare, in her small hand, she held her prized stuffed giraffe. She didn't quite understand what was happening at home but she knew that Daddy was gone and Mommy was sad. "Hey kiddo, why don't we go potty and put on some real clothes?" you asked Abigal. you hadn't realized it until now but Abigal was only in her undies.
After potty and a change of clothes, you carried Abigal down the stairs that were much too long for a four-year-old to climb down. You feel your stomach drop as you remember that Nate had this house built especially for you, how you wanted a grand staircase and vaulted ceilings and large rooms so you could host parties. Parties that never got to be planned.
August had already sat at the table with a pop tart, "August, I told you last time and the time before that to stop eating those. You have time to put a piece of toast in the toaster or even make cereal." You tell him. "But we never eat them unless we're late-" "And when are we late?" you ask with a raised eyebrow as you place Abigal into one of the chairs and she puts her giraffe in the neighboring one. "Well, I've already started eating it so I can't waste it," August argued. "Alright but I'm throwing those things out," you ended and made yourself a cup of coffee and Abigal some toast with some jam.
Abigal gobbled up the food as you heard a knock at the front door and opened.
note: change locks on all doors you reminded yourself.
Nate came into the kitchen and Abigal jumped from her seat and ran to her father. "DADDY," she yelled as Nate picked her up "Hey there sunshine," he replied as he placed her back on the ground. "Good mornin', August," he nodded towards his son. August was a momma's boy. "Mornin' Pops," and continued to eat his pop tart while staring at his phone. "Nice slippers Y/N," Nate commented, You nod but stay silent looking into your coffee hoping that when Nate takes them to school and Daycare today that he won't come back and try to wiggle out of the divorce again. He's called you almost once a week trying to win you back and even with the 'No's he still tries.
Nate flicked his wrist to look at his watch and widen his eyes. August looks over at you with a look that says 'See, pop tarts are a good idea'. "Oh c'mon guys le's get you guys off to school," Nate says as he turns around heading for the door, Abigal trailing behind him as August shrugs on his backpack. "Nate," you finally say and he turns to look at you "You almost forgot Abby's giraffe." You pick up the dirty stuffed animal and handed to your daughter who hugs it, the neck bending away from her. "Oh..," Nate said "Well we couldn' forget tha' now can we?" he asked Abby as she nodded. You gave both of your children a kiss goodbye as they left the house and into their father's car.
"Don't forget you're picking up Abby from Daycare and I'm picking up August, alright?" you ask Nate. He nods and heads towards his car. Abby waved at you from her booster until the car left the property. You sighed in relief as you finish your coffee and head up the stairs to change into better clothes. Though you loved your slippers they aren't very appropriate for the office. And by the office, you mean the room that you worked in. You typed away at your computer trying to understand your work when you heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Nate's head peeks through the door and slides completely in. "Hey Y/N, I was hoping we could talk," Nate asked you almost like he was on extremely thin ice.
He is on extremely thin ice.
"Well I'm a bit busy right now, Nate so it'll..." but Nate had already placed himself on the edge of your desk. You placed your fingers on the bridge of your nose, pinching the skin while sighing. You close your laptop and look at Nate trying to see why he was still in the house. "I know you said no but I think we should talk this out," Nate began but you had already stood up from the desk. "What is there to talk about Nate? I've told you this over the phone and in legal documents. I don't think there is another to tell you that no I don't want to get back together." You stated and sat back down with the feeling that he wasn't paying attention to any of what you had just said. "But why?" Nate asked in a whine, you slammed your hands onto the desk which caught his attention and stood back up.
"YOU KNOW WHY NATE," you said boldly and continued. "I will not have my kids hear me scream at you while you whine like the four-year-old and then run away like the sixteen-year-old." You didn't sit back down this time "So you're the victim in all of this?" Nate sarcastically questioned you and got off the desk and stood in front of it with his hands on his sides. "I did NOT say that and NEITHER of us are victims in this. Abby doesn't even understand what the hell is going on and August isn't acting like a normal teenager. Do you know how bad I want him to fight with me? I want him to slam his door and play loud music and NOW I CAN-" suddenly Nate was kissing you just like you two were young again. You sat down on the desk and let him kiss you for a couple minutes.
Nate's hand brushed the stray hair off your cheek and held it, "I know neither of us are victims, Peach but I can't stand sitting in tha' hotel room, it's strange knowing tha' it's in the same city of my wife-" you began to pull away, shaking your head but he gently pulled you back in. "My wife and kids and I can't go back to them, I miss the kids so damn much and I miss yeh, I miss yeh more than I ever thought I could," Nate confesses. "Y/N," and he placed his other hand on your side of your neck so feather like you barely felt him except for all the heat radiating off of him. "I miss you so fucking much, I miss your food, your clothes in the same place as mine. I miss having you in the car asleep and drooling," Nate somehow got closer. "I miss looking at you when I wake up, I miss your hands, your lips," and kissed yeh, "Your neck," and kissed your neck, "Your collarbones," and kissed your collarbones.
You were in a daze, a drunk daze of Nate , something you hadn't had since you began dating. Nate's hands had moved from your neck and cheek to your sides and squeezing them as he began to suck on your collarbones. "Please," Nate pleaded "Let me come home." "Home?" you questioned as you sobered up "There isn't a home here anymore, not for anyone." You pushed Nate's shoulders and stood up and walked to your office door and opened it. Nate stayed on the desk, staring blankly at you for a few minutes trying to see if you were serious. He stood up and walked to the door but stopped in front of you "Wha' are yeh gonna do abou' the house?" he asked you and without missing a beat "It's in your name and you know where the door is, lock it when you leave." You released the doorknob and walk back over to your desk and re-opened your laptop and went back to work as Nate left the house, the lock faintly clicking after the door closing.
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A/N
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