Let's Love While We're Young (Sequel to Come With Me, My Love {Jalex Mpreg})

Fucking Stupid (Jack's POV)

I still can't believe any of this. This is fucking stupid. I know Alex is drunk off of his ass, but honestly, I'm his husband. And being drunk is no excuse for what he did. This is insane. Words can't even describe how hurt I am right now. I saw my whole world come crumbling down right in front of me. I feel like I've been stabbed through the heart.

And the fact that Alex didn't even care about what he was doing? That's where I draw the fucking line. That hurt more than anything. You know, I probably could have eventually gotten over the fact that he was making out with that whore, but when he doesn't see any fault in what he did, that's what hurts the most.

After I ran a good five blocks, maybe a little more, I finally stopped and caught my breath. I leaned up against a building, letting the cool Chicago wind hit my face. And that's when I lost it. The scene of Alex and that girl making out replaying over and over in my head. The words he said to me seemed to echo throughout the darkness of the night. But most of all, once again, just how he seemed to not care is what got me the most. I fell against the side of the building and sat down on the cold concrete. The tears came streaming down my face. I lost something that I can't replace... I loved him, but it went to waste... Could this be worse?

I composed myself, wiped the tears from my face, then stood up and continued to walk down the streets. I didn't show any emotion anymore. Why should I? Alex didn't, so why should I? I'm better than him and I don't need that shit in my life. I continued to walk until I finally reached our house, at least a half hour later. I walked through the door and Marie was laying on the couch watching tv. Elisa was passed out in one of the recliners, and Meagan was no where to be found.

"Oh, hey Jack," Marie said as she yawned and sat up.

"Hey," I replied.

"Fun night?" she asked. "Where's Alex?"

"Can't complain, I guess. And he's still at the club, hanging with everyone. I said I was tired, so I said I was going to go home. How was Libbie?"

"A little angel," she said. "She fell asleep after we got her changed into her pjs. She was out just like that. Meagan is upstairs with her."

"Awesome," I said. "And you guys are all welcome to stay here for the night."

"Thanks, but I think I'm going to go home and wait for Joe," she said. "I'll take the girls home too."

"Sounds good," I said. "Thanks for watching her."

I made my way into the kitchen as Marie woke Elisa up. I poured myself a glass of water, then leaned against the counter and thought about everything. I tried not to make it too obvious that I was hurting because I really didn't want to discuss this with any of the girls. It's not that I don't trust them, I just really don't want to talk about it.

After about five more minutes, all of the girls had gotten their things and left. I was left alone with Libbie upstairs. I didn't want to wake her, so I just stood in the kitchen, listening to the quiet hum of the living room tv. After a while, I got an idea, so I grabbed a notepad from the kitchen drawer and grabbed a pen. I started writing:

"Alex,

I'm still not sure about what happened tonight, but all I know is that I'm going to sleep in the guest bedroom tonight. When you come home. feel free to sleep in our bed and do whatever. I expect to talk about what happened tomorrow when you wake up. It needs to be talked about and I'm not going to leave it alone. I hope you have time to think about it.

Jack"

After I finished writing, I went upstairs and taped the note to Alex's pillow on our bed. After that, I grabbed some pants and my pillow, then made my way to the guest bedroom, which was down the hall and across from Libbie's room. I opened the door and walked inside. I threw my pants and pillow on the bed, then went across the hall to check on Libbie. She was still sleeping soundly, nothing out of the ordinary. I went back into the guest room and closed the door. I went into the attached bathroom and changed into my jogging pants. I just threw my other clothes into a pile behind the door. After that, I walked back into the bedroom and turned the tv on, leaving it on a random news channel. After that, I turned the light off and slowly cried myself to sleep...

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"Jack!" I heard shouting hours later that woke me up from my deep sleep.

I sat up in my bed and looked around. No one was in the room with me, but it sounded like it came from down the hall anyway. I waited and a few seconds later, I heard footsteps walk down the hall, followed by the guest bedroom door bursting open.

"What's the meaning of this?" Alex asked as he held the note up that I had left for him.

"A note," I replied simply.

"There's nothing to talk about," he said sternly.

"Nothing to talking about?" I questioned. "Alex, you were cheating on me. How's that nothing to talk about?"

"Just get over it, Jesus," he said

"How on earth am I supposed to get over something like that?" I asked as I got out of bed and approached him. "Truthfully, I probably could have gotten over the fact that you were making out with a chick, but what really bothered me the most is how you acted. How you seemed to not care about what you were doing, how you were hurting me."

"This is fucking stupid," he said.

"Ok, we're talking about this tomorrow when you're sane," I said. "You're drunk off of your ass right now and not thinking straight."

"Sane? I'm fucking sane!" he shouted.

"Alex, be quiet! Our daughter is right across the god damn hallway!" I said.

"Oh, I don't fucking care! I don't fucking care about anything anymore! I don't fucking care about what I've done, I don't care about this house, and I sure as hell don't care about you!" he screamed.

"A-Alex," I was taken back.

"You fucking heard me, you worthless piece of shit!" he shouted.

"Alex, what's wrong with you? This isn't the you I know and love," I said.

"Shut the hell up!" he yelled once more, then he slapped me.

Alex, my husband whom I love, just slapped me. I never thought he'd ever do that... What the hell is happening anymore?

"Daddy?" Libbie asked as she appeared in the doorway. "Why did you just hit daddy?"