Makeup remover wipes S.M.

Chapter 44

She cries, that's all I can hear for the second morning in a row. I slowly move down the stairs I plan on offering her a glass of water, but as I approach the stairs her cries get louder. "It's falling apart mom." She sobs against her mothers shoulder while they try and comfort her. "My marriage is falling apart." She sniffs trying to get over her tears. Her and I have been getting into very heated arguments over everything since she saw me with Leah and I know it's just because she worries, but I worry too so our means of compromise or our attempt at fixing things just ruined it. But our marriage is not falling apart. It's only falling apart so long as she believes it is.

"No it's not," I mumble walking down the stairs until I'm within three feet of her. "No it's not," I shake my head firmly. She falls into my arms hugging  and me tightly. "I love you with all of my heart and every word I told you, when we were eighteen I still mean it." My head falls atop hers. "She lied to me baby girl, and I'm not trying to do that to you. I just want you to be happy." I brush my fingers through her hair. "I'll do anything for your happiness," Her hands fall on my shoulders and she uses them to push herself up when she jumps. I catch her in my arms smoothly and I hold her softly her head against my shoulder and her arms folded against either side her chest while I cuddle her. It worries me a little bit that she doesn't hug me back, but I hope she will.

"Can we go upstairs? And lay in bed together?" I carry her slowly up the stairs, she's going to want a divorce or a brake. She's gonna confess the love she's developed for Brian or something and then she's not going to want me anymore. I'll be dead weight but I won't let go, I'm gonna have to let go after what I said. I'm such a idiot sometimes.

"Well teddy bear," she stares deep into my eyes. "You ever think we were too young?" I nod slowly as does she. "Do you ever think maybe our marriage was a mistake?" I shake my head firmly and she smiles into the bedsheets. "But maybe it was," her thumb runs over my cheek.

"How could you think that?" My voice soft my head falls on top of hers and I bring her into my chest so that she can't see me crying. I can't keep calm and listen to her try and sugar coat her divorce statement. "Baby girl I love you with all of my heart, and I know I've told you a million times you could do better," I give a long pause as the tears start to sound evident. "But I really wanna be what's best for you right now." She gives a soft giggle but a sigh follows quickly after.

"Maybe I'll be wrong," she finds my shoulder kissing it softly. "Maybe you are what's best for me, and our family," the thought of this scares me, she's going drag Brian into it now. "But maybe you're not." Her voice is weak and there's no confidence laced to it just sadness almost.

"Could I at least try to be what's best?" She kisses my neck softly with a sigh just like she's been doing this whole time.

"You've been trying for eighteen years." She mumbles making me sob aloud.

"So I've never been a good husband?" The words hurt a lot. I proposed to her because I wanted to be the only one she'd ever love, I wanted to be special to her. I wanted to give her and my kids the life that people like them deserve. I wanted everything throughout our whole marriage to be perfect and I wanted nothing more than old age to tear us apart, and she promised me the same. "Or a good dad?" I can just see Mercy as a toddler while they run up and onto our bed because they saw a monster and they're afraid. How many nights is just fallen asleep in their room once they did because if I was there they wouldn't be afraid anymore.

"You were really good at it all for a while," she nods sitting up with me her hands on my shoulders. "And then it all started to get boring, and it was predictable and we fell into a routine and those kids will still love you like the amazing dad you once were for them, but the others might not know you the same way." She kisses my cheek softly and slides up the bed right next to me. I just want to push her away, tell her to get off, but I don't. Instead, I bring her closer, I hold her tighter than I ever have before and whisper in her ear,

"Every word that was spoken at that alter, every I love you I've ever given, my feelings only got stronger. Did yours fade?"

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I finally convinced her that I deserve one more chance so I went to our field -blocking it off every way that I could knowing people would be attracted to the lights- and I decorated all of it, places I didn't even know were a part of it. I set everything up perfectly with a little picnic right in the exact spot, that now no longer exists, that we first stumbled upon this place. I tried my absolute hardest with this date knowing if I screw up so does my relationship. Cancer wasn't a part of my life long plan with her and neither was Leah so now that we can put all of that aside I'm gonna keep her as mine as long as we both shall live. "Alright, I might've agreed to this, but it doesn't mean I'm gonna change my," she stops while I pull the blindfold off. All of the lights and white roses strung in the trees, I've been working at it, all by myself, since eight this morning. I couldn't sleep so I set stuff up because she'd agreed to give me another chance, I refuse to waist it.

"Do you like it?" She nods slowly not turning to me her hands covering her mouth the whole time. "I'm really glad you do," I squeeze her tightly, her head in my chest while I hand her the first of about fifty some notes I've left for her along the trail. All little things I love about her, reasons I fell in love with her after just twelve short hours, they're also filled with secrets. I told her she knows everything about me but there are little things that no one really does.

"Really?" She gasps reading the note. I can't remember what order they were in or anything like that so I read it to see what she's so excited about.

"Yeah baby girl," I smile. The first note tells her about the reading room we have in the house, it's kind of hidden kind of not, it's actually a huge part of the house that I don't know how she missed. It's full of windows so she can read without turning the light on all of the time, and there are shelves all over for her stacks and stacks of books, along with a swing that hangs down in the middle. It's really just a beautiful place to be. "Should we continue?" I smile leading her down the path, with each note she cries or laughs, smiling like an idiot.

"Oh god," her hand falls over her mouth while she sees the picnic. She cries turning back towards the path as if she were trying to leave.

"Baby come back," I chuckle grabbing her hand, I feel such relief knowing that she most likely won't leave me after this. She's shed nothing but tears and it makes me really happy to see that maybe she and I can spend our old age together. Maybe everything can be alright for us.

"Is this one true?" She holds the card out to me, I chuckle and nod making her smile. "Then maybe we should be a little risky?" She pulls at my shirt a little sucking on my collar bone. The last secret, it tells her about how much I love doing risky things, things that scare me, things that are borderline law braking. "Or maybe I should try your sweet spot for a couple of good moans."