-BOOK 4/4 IN SERIES- So This Is It (YouTube FanFic)

[Chapter 6] Forgiving and Forgetting

-Kalel's POV-

After Ian left, I tried to continue my talk with Anthony. But he just got angry and left too. He didn't return for dinner. He didn't return for Lucy's bedtime. And I went to bed with him still out. I was really worried about him.

The next morning, I woke up to only find myself in bed. I rolled out of bed and walked into the living room. I frowned, Anthony wasn't on the couch. I covered my face with my hands. I heard the front door open and looked up. It was Anthony.

"Oh my god!" I screamed as I rushed up to him and hugged him tightly, "I thought you got killed or something!"

"I'm fine, Kalel," He retorted, stepping out of the embrace and walking around me, "I just needed some time to myself to think."

"About...?" I questioned, though I had a pretty good idea what it was about.

He shrugged his shoulders as he walked into the bedroom hallway. I followed him as he went into our bedroom, undressing himself and putting new clothes on, "Just everything, I guess."

I crossed my arms over my chest, "I'm really sorry for what I did, Anthony. I don't know how many times I could tell you that."

"You won't need to," He remarked, slipping into a new t-shirt and turning towards me, "We're married. It's all about forgiving and forgetting. Right?"

"But..."

"Look," He cut me off, walking up to me, "Do you want me to be upset with you?"

I gulped, "No."

"Then just let me deal with this the way I want to deal with it, Kalel." He sighed and walked past, out of the room.

I followed him out and into the kitchen, "What way are you dealing with it?"

He was getting something out of the cupboards. He heaved a sigh and replied, not looking back at me, "Like I said, forgiving and forgetting."

"But you said it yourself," I retorted, "Me sleeping with someone and getting pregnant once is a mistake. Twice isn't."

"God damn it, Kalel!" He shouted, slamming the cupboard door shut and spinning around to face me, "Stop fucking reminding me! It's like you're trying to shove it in my face that all the kids you've had and are going to have aren't mine. They're your enemy's boyfriend's and my best friend's." I hung my head, "You know, Rachael wouldn't do something like this."

"I'm not Rachael," I argued softly.

"Still. If it weren't for you coming back from wherever you went to, I would still be with her. And I wouldn't be in this situation where my wife got pregnant with my best friend's kid!" He yelled at me before storming past me, "You know what, Kalel? I'm done. I'M FUCKING DONE!" He slammed the door behind him. I smacked my forehead. What about forgiving and forgetting?

-Natalie's POV-

I was sitting at the dining room table with a cup of cold coffee in my hands, alone. Since last night, I've just been...alone. Ian's gone. Rachael's going to be gone tomorrow. Next I know, everyone else is going to be gone too.

"'I didn't get anyone pregnant'," I mocked, remembering Ian's words. "Bull shit!" I jumped to my feet and walked into the kitchen, starting to clean dishes to distract myself from my own thoughts.

But I couldn't help saying, "'I don't remember doing it, though'...How could he not remember!?!" I threw down the plate I had in my hand into the sink and turned around covering my face with my hands.

Just then, there was a knock on my door. I gasped, hoping it was Toby and he got my text. I rushed up to the door and swung it open, only to see Rachael standing where Toby should've been.

I clung onto the threshold, "What are you doing here, Rach?"

She sighed, "I needed to get out of the apartment. And you're the only one I really have to talk to, so..."

I clenched my jaw, "So? What makes you think I want to talk to you?" She frowned, "I mean, first you're leaving me here and then you told me my husband cheated on me. Which I kicked him out for, thanks to you."

"I know," She retorted softly.

"And then...wait, you know?" She nodded her head, "How?"

"He came to our apartment and asked if he could stay," She disclosed to me. My eyes widened in anger. "Look, it's my fault you kicked him out, so..."

"You're damn right it is!" I shouted at her.

"So I thought the least I could do was let him stay with Andrew and me before we leave," Rachael finished her sentence.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest, "Which is when, tomorrow?" I scoffed.

"Yeah...but the thing is...I don't want to move anymore."

I lowered my arms to my sides, "What?" I croaked.

"I never wanted to move. I just kept telling myself that because...I don't even know why I did. Probably because I'm just so desperate these days..."

"You're not desperate," I tried to convince her, though I kind of agreed with her. She hasn't been the same ever since Ian and I got married. She just seems to go with the flow, have no opinion for herself.

She laughed, "Come on, Nat. I'm dating that cheating douchebag for a second time. You don't call that desperate?"

"I never said it was desperate...maybe just a really bad decision," I retorted with a slight chuckle. Rachael smirked.

"So...why'd you come here again?" I inquired, slipping my hands into my pockets.

"Just to talk," She answered, blushing slightly, "But I guess we already did, so..."

"Why don't you come in?" I cut her off, stepping to the side. She grinned and walked into the house.

-Andrew's POV-

I stood in front of the closed bedroom door. I heaved a sigh, raised my hand, and knocked three times. "Rachael?" I waited for her response, "Rach, we seriously need to talk."

"She's probably ignoring you," Ian suggested from the living room. I glared over at him.

Just then, there was a knock on the front door. I sighed and rushed over to the door, opening it and raising my eyebrow in confusion, "What the hell are you doing here, Padilla?"

"I'm here to talk to Rachael," He answered confidently, pushing past me but stopping when he saw Ian. "Ian?"

Ian looked back at him and nervously chuckled, "Hey, Anthony..."