❝I wanna tell you how
how I feel but I'm scared
of being hurt again, scared
of you not feeling the same
and scared of falling harder.❞
In which a husband and wife finds themselves torn apart, only to be brought back together again.
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❝I want to tell you... but I... can't.❞
Scarlett's POV
"She's on the sofa Mommy, Daddy." Benedict rushes in front of me as I slowly walk into the living room. He strokes her hands.
"What's wrong El?" He asked her and she groaned.
"I have a tummy ache." She says and Benedict straightens himself, looking at me.
"What's should we do?" I sigh.
"I think we should go." Before Benedict could argue, Ella interuppted.
"No!" I frown at her. "I mean... please Mommy. Just until... I feel better. Benedict shrugs and I look at both Ella and Christina's faces. They were so up to something.
"Okay fine. Just for a couple more hours and then you guys need to be in bed." Ella jumps up to her feet and wraps her arms around me.
"Thanks Mommy!" I glanced at Benedict, who was chuckling as the girls leaped back onto the sofa and were hypnotised by the television.
An hour later, the girls were both lying down on the sofa and I pulled a blanket over them as they slept. Benedict came out of the kitchen, holding two cups of tea. I looked at him and he held out the cup in front of me.
"You always did like a good cuppa." He smiled and I took the cup off him.
"Thanks."
"Milk, no sugar, right?" I smirked.
"Right." Benedict sat down and I slowly eased myself onto the sofa.
"You know, I have the feeling-"
"-we've been played." I finish his sentence. "To right we have." I sip at the tea and place it onto the table. Then, I lay back. I notice Benedict look at me. "What?"
"You look like you've... got... bigger." I cover my bump quickly.
"Thank you(...)" I look around and it was silent for a moment.
"Man, the girls are crafty."
"They're just doing what children would do. Beg for them to see their Dad a little longer." Benedict sighs.
"Yeah..." He places his cup onto the table and then leans towards me. "I miss..." Benedict hesitates. "... the girls."
"You know it's hard for me to bring-"
"-I miss you." I bite my lower lip. "If I could turn back time..."
"Well, you can't." I snap back. "Sorry..." He holds my hand.
"What was that earlier? You nearly collapsed on me." I take a deep breath and squeeze his hand lightly, before pulling it away.
"... I'm not well." And then he did what any other caring man would do.
"Have some food. Or even drop the girls here more often. I'll even drop them to school if you want. Katherine wouldn't mind." My breathing begins to tremble at her name as Benedict offers his help in any way he could.
"I can't." I say quickly.
"Why not?" Leaning myself forward, I place my hand onto his shoulder, rubbing my thumb around.
"I..." I look away. "I can't say..."
"Hey..." He touches my cheek. I wanted to tell him. "Tell me..." Tears form in my eyes and I face him, looking deeply into his eyes. He wanted to help, but he couldn't.
"I can't... I'm sorry." I wipe my tears and stand up, changing my tune. "Don't try to help, you can't!" I yell and I see the girls wake up. "El, Chrissy, come on. We have to go." Making my way to the door, I open it.
"Scar, please!" I ignored him.
"Girls let's go! I'm outside!" Grabbing my keys, I stand outside, next to the doorway and overhear them saying their goodbyes.
I wanted to tell him. But how could I? He was happy again, I couldn't ruin it. And, it has been month since I knew I was pregnant. He'd wonder why I didn't tell him, and I didn't want to tell him that I was being blackmailed.
"We'll miss you Daddy."
"It's okay girls. I'll see you again. Get well El." I hear him kissing the girls.
"I don't want to go." Chrissy moaned.
"Mommy isn't well." Benedict answered.
"She's not been well for months Daddy. Ever since you left. She says she has a bun in the-" I rush to grab Ella and Christina's hands.
"We've really got to go." Benedict stands in the doorway, no words exiting his mouth as we walked away and made our way home.
