Holding Out For A Hero

44. Go Your Own Way

3 Weeks Later - November 2, 2018

"Hey how was work today?" Dave asked as I sat down on the couch.

"Okay I guess. Glad Marc let me go early. Might get called in tomorrow if that's ok with you," I replied. James crawled out of Dave's lap and over to me and I wrapped my arms around him.

"Ya I can manage without you tomorrow if you get called to set," he replied. He turned to look at me as James and I made funny faces at each other. When I looked up at him my smile faded because I knew that look a little too well.

"Dave no I'm not in the mood for that right now. Plus James is still awake and it's kinda too late for a nap," I said.

"He can play with his toys in the corner while we go to the kitchen," Dave said.

"I'm not in the mood," I said.

"So you'll get there once we get in the kitchen. Come on," Dave said as he stood up. He walked over to me and took James out of my lap. He put him on the floor and then held his hand out to me. I took it and he pulled me up and into the kitchen. I let go of his hand once in the kitchen and just stood still as he walked over to the table.

"Well come on let's get this over with," Dave said.

"No I'm not in the mood Dave. Fuck I'm never in the mood anymore. If we never had sex again I'd be perfectly fine with that. It's not enjoyable anymore. I feel like you're taking your anger out on me through sex and my fucking hips are permanently bruised. I'm not in the fucking mood," I shouted.

"So you don't enjoy sex with me anymore?" Dave asked

"No I don't. It's not even sex anymore. It's like punishment or something. I'm sorry that I slept with someone else and I wish I could take it back. I can't keep saying it Dave. Either you believe me or not. I love you and want to work things out but you're making me want to run the fuck away. Things can't keep going like this," I replied with. I no longer cared and was just letting it all out.

"I need time," Dave said back.

"I gave you fucking time Dave. I'm done. Either you forgive me and we move on or you don't and things end. I need to know because I'm tired of being your fuck toy," I shouted.

Dave sat down at the table and just looked down at his hands. We stayed like this for five before I got fed up and left the room. I ran upstairs, into our room and grabbed my big suitcase. I started putting clothes into it and grabbed a second one for shoes and bathroom stuff. I put the suitcases at the top of the stairs and then went and to James room and started packing one for him. When I was finished and took all three suitcases downstairs and out to my car. I came back inside, went to the living room and picked James up. I walked into the kitchen and saw that Dave hadn't moved an inch.

"James and I are moving to the beach house. You can have him during the week while I'm filming if you don't have anything planned for the day. Good bye Dave," I said as I grabbed my purse.

"Bye bye dada," James said as I turned around. I started walking away as the tears started welling up.

"Wait," Dave said as I got to the garage door. I turned around and saw he was coming closer to us. He took James from me and hugged him tightly.

"I'll take him while you're working. Just take him to the studio with you and I'll pick him up. Maybe this is what we need. Some time and space away from each other. You take care of yourself and him," Dave said.

I nodded and he pulled me in for a one armed hug before giving James back to me. I headed out to the car, put James in his seat and then opened the driver's door. I looked at Dave and then got in and left. The whole way to the beach house I tried not to cry but it was hard. James started crying as we walked inside so I focused on calming him down and putting him down for a short nap. When he finally was asleep and in his crib I called Abby and told her where I was for emergency purposes but that I wanted to be alone for awhile. After I hung up with her I just sat down on the couch and let the tears out. When James woke up we spent the rest of the night just cuddling on the couch watching Shameless and eating spaghetti-o's. I didn't get called to set that weekend thankfully. The next week I would drive to the studio where Dave would meet me to take James for the day. He'd bring him back to me at the end of the day and we'd go back to the Malibu. Abby, Taylor and Olivia came out to see us on the second Sunday of James and I being at the beach house. The kids were taking a nap when the doorbell rang. I got up and as I headed towards the door I hoped it wasn't Dave. When I opened the door I was shocked as who was standing there.