❝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 promise... it wasn't my fault.❞
Scarlett's POV
We just stared at each other.
That is all we could do in that moment. Because, we were finally alone.
Together.
After months.
"You..." Benedict took a deep breath, shakily. I could tell he was nervous. But, so was I. "... You look beautiful." I licked my lips and glanced down at my dress.
"S-so... do you." I manage to say. "You always looked wonderful in a tux." Benedict's mouth curls into a smile.
"Thank you."
We did it again.
Just stared again. "Shall we get started?" He steps out of the way, and I take a step forward.
Suddenly, I clutch my baby bump, falling forwards and I hold hard onto Benedict's hand. "Hey, hey..." I take deep breathes. "What's wrong?"
"Just... kick... ing." I say in-between breathes. He whispers into my ear softly.
"We don't have to do this Scar..." I shake my head.
"N-no. I... I want to." Nodding his head, Benedict helps me straighten and helps my walk to the table.
It was beautiful.
The candles burned brightly, rose petals scattered on the table and the cutlery rested on a crimson table cloth. "Oh Ben..." I say and press my left hand onto my lips. "This is... amazing."
Hearing his footsteps slowly walk away from mine, I keep my eyes onto him as he made his way to the table.
"I'm glad... An amazing dinner for my amazing... girl." I could tell that he wanted to say 'wife' at that moment, but he didn't.
It was the slight painful expression on his face for just a second.
However, he steps forward for me to grab hold of his hand. And I did. A chill ran down my spine. But it was a good chill.
We lightly pressed our feet to the floor and Benedict pulled out a chair for me. I sat down and he tucked me him.
Then he made his way behind the counter, placing the plates onto the cloth-it smelt amazing.
"I love this..." I blurt out, biting my lip.
"Me too." He reached out for my hand, but I wasn't ready. I pulled mine back. "I made orange juice, because you're... you know, pregnant."
I wanted to, I really wanted to, but it was just a bit unusual.
So we ate our dinner.
We laughed and spoke about our daughters. Dwelled on the past and a bit about the present. It was all smiles again, and that's what I loved.
Many conversations later, we sat on the sofa and began watching a movie.
He let me choose, so we stuck on 'Just My Luck.' I loved it. A romance comedy.
Just what I needed.
I lay my head onto his shoulder as Benedict draped his arm over mine.
"You feeling better?" He asked me.
"Yes... Just... Well, the days aren't getting shorter." Kissing the top of my head, he reached forward for the remote, lowering the volume on the TV.
"Can we... talk?" Nodding, I lean back, rubbing my baby bump.
Benedict shifted himself to face me.
"I just... I want to explain what happened that... night." I looked away for a moment, but found myself with my eyes in him again. "You know I love you." He held my hand. "And that day, I had no intention-" I caressed his cheek and he stopped.
"I know..."
"What?"
"I know... we can never ever move away from whatever happened that day. I... want to move on." I smiled.
"How about this... You give me one week. One week to prove how much I still love you. If you're not happy, you never have to see me again. What do you say?" I pull him forward and lower my voice.
