My Fault

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I walk in the house with In-N-Out

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I walk in the house with In-N-Out. I set the drinks on the island counter. I walk up the stairs and her sobs from our bedroom. Walking in, I see a bunch of papers on the bed. I read them and my heart drops. 'Infertility'

'Skyla?!' I see her head on the other side of the bed. I sit in front of her and pull her in between my legs.

'I'm so sorry...' She holds onto me for dear life.

'Ba-' I see her eyes, they look lifeless.

'Don't leave me, Dominic... Please...' I hold her so tight, I'm never letting her go.

'Never, baby... It's no one's fault. Sky-' She hits my chest.

'No! It's my fault. I'm the reason we can't have a family! I'm the reason we can't be perfect. Dominic, I can't give you the family you want!! I can't...' She breaks down and all I can do is hold her.

'It's okay baby. It's not your fault. This happens to women all across the world. What was one of the alternatives?' She sniffles and moves to where her cheek is against my chest.

'A sp-sperm donor...' I smile.

'Then I go in, give you my sperm, and we have a family. Skyla, I love you...so much.' Her small hands grip my shirt and she cries even more...

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I open my eyes and realize we fell asleep. Skyla's still gripping my shirt, just a little less tight. I pick her up and gently lay her down onto the bed. I kiss her forehead and go to the kitchen. I look at the stove's clock to see it was almost time for me to leave. 9:45

I call my boss and explain what happened. He gives me two weeks off and wishes us the best.

Going into the fridge, I pull out the eggs and milk. I begin to make Skyla's favorite; french toast.

As soon as I set the food on a plate, I hear little footsteps in front of me. I see Sky rubbing her eyes as she yawned. She had on one of my t-shirts, and I'm guessing no undergarments.

'Good Morning.' She gave a slight smile and sat on top of the counter. of course she needed my help.

'Morning...' I look at her to see tear stains. Her eyes aren't as bright as they usually are. I grab her face and pepper it with kisses. Kissing down her neck, I hear a small set of giggles. I look up and grin at her.

'I love you..' She smiles and kisses my nose. I hate knowing she feels this way, and I can't do anything but be there. I know how much she's hurting because I am too. Skyla told me the first time I said that I loved her, we were going to have a family together. Now I know she has doubts about that.

'What're you thinking about, baby?' I glance at her and shake my head. I grab the syrup from the cabinet and place it next to her.

'Lies. Now tell me.' She had a bossy look on her face. Just because she's said, doesn't mean she won't punish me.

'I'm just thinking about what happened. I just want to be there for y-' She jumps off the counter and storms upstairs.

'Don't start your shit! I am not in the mood.' I sigh as I bring the plate up to our bedroom.

I knock lightly and set it on the nightstand.

'When you get done eating, come to the pool. Let's have some fun, okay?' I go to the bathroom to get my trunks.

In less than 30 minutes, she comes towards a lounge chair. I come out the water to see her being very bold.

What the fuck?

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