Decisions

Chapter Three

When I awoke hours later my head pounded as if I was experiencing a hangover. I felt his name in my mouth as I reached over to his side of the bed, however, the empty space where he once laid reminded me of what had just become of us. I sat up in the bed still a bundle of tool and lace. Slipping into my bathroom I tug and pull the dress off until it's a heap in the middle of the bathroom. While the bath was filling I scrubbed my make up off until my face was rosy pink I slowly emerged myself into the bath. When my fingers began to prune I pulled the plug and stepped out of the bath. I threw on some loose clothes and made my way out to the kitchen but when I heard Jakes voice stayed back to listen.

"Just please let me talk to her?" Jake begged, deprecation seeped from his words.

"Now's not the time Jake," My mom replied "You had plenty of time and you choose not to."

"Please, I want to apologize'

"No Jake, I'm not letting you in here"

I walked into the room and Jake suddenly looked down at his feet and my mother just stood there unaware of my presents.

"Mom its ok, let him in," I whimper. My mom lifted her hand from the door and Jake walked through. We awkwardly stood in the kitchen no one bothering to talk. Working up the courage I was finally able to speak again. "Mom, why don't you go get Bailee and come back in an hour." Kissing me goodbye she carefully closed the door behind her leaving me and Jake alone. I make my way into the living room to sit on the couch and patiently awaited him to explain his side of the story. Jake calmly walks over to me and kneels in front of me.

"Oh Darla, I am so so sorry," he sobbed taking my hand in his. "I messed up, I didn't mean to. I got too drunk. It was just a slip up I promise you I will never do that again."

"Jake, how can I believe that?"

"I swear I won't do that ever again. You are the only thing that matters to me. You are my princess, my baby girl" Jake laid his head in my lap. "Say you won't end us Darla, say you will still be my wife"

"Jake I ca-"

"Don't you finish that, just say I do," he pleased. "Darla I will quit my job if that means getting you back I will do anything. You are my future" I looked at him and my heart began to give. I have loved him since before I could even walk. I always knew he would be the man I would marry. My heart was torn apart, and I wasn't sure if I could ever trust him again. But at that point I didn't care. All that I wanted was Jake to be mine again.

"I do," I whispered.

Jake and I stayed on the couch for what felt like an eternity with neither one of us talking. It's the first time I could ever remember a silence between us. It was almost deafening, I knew we should talk about Samantha and the baby or at least what the future would hold but instead we sat awkwardly next to each other. Building up the courage to speak. I turned towards Jake. "I th-think we n-n-need to talk about S-s-Samantha" I stumbled.

"I don't want to talk about her, Darla. She means nothing to me. Can't we leave her in the past?" Jake pleaded. "Let's get married tonight and move on with our life. You're the women I love. The only one I ever wanted to be with." Before I could even answered he pulled me into a kiss. I knew I should have objected right then and there, to push him away but I desperately wanted to go back to how things once were. So instead I leaned into him, allowing him full control. A familiar feeling spread over me but quickly it felt like poison in my body as I heard his once again echo through my mind, "Affair with Sam".

"Dar?" Bailee called. At first I thought it was in my head until Jake pulled away and I realized my mom came back with Bailee and our go to break up meal. I couldn't bring myself to look into either of their eyes. I knew to them it was black and white. Jake cheated, Jake was in the wrong and therefore should never be forgiven. It wasn't that simple. I needed Jake. I never knew a time before him. We were best of friends who became a couple. How could I throw all that a way for what Jake said to be a slip? Just a drunken slip.

"Let's eat" I force out as I jump up to grab plates. No one talked as we ate. I could feel my moms and sisters eyes on me, watching my every move. The few times I had the courage to glance up I watched them give each other a look or glare at Jake but there eyes always ended back to me and I would quickly look down. As soon as we were all done Bailee and my mom quickly agreed to do dishes and me and Jake found our way back to the couch. It felt like a typical Saturday evening, cuddling up to Jake with some nonsense show on. When I got up to get us a blanket I heard Bailee in the kitchen complaining about how I took him back so quickly. I hurried back to the couch before I could hear anything else.