I made her breakfast which we quietly sat and ate and then she just got up and walked away. I drew her a hot bath and filled it with bath salts and bubbles to try and calm her a little. I had no faith he'd live, but she did, she had tons and tons of faith but the doctor says he wouldn't have made it regardless. He was a small baby but he was really cute and I'm glad I at least got to see him, hold him, and give him my love for the first and only time. "You're not changing my mind," she hums while I massage her shoulders. She lays on the bed and I sit atop her.
"But I want to try," a towel wrapped around her waist and her face opposite than where I am. "And I'm gonna succeed." I mumble kissing her cheek while I lay down on her. My hands cupping her chest. "You're gonna love me again and I don't care how long it takes."
"Love is a strong word, and while I did love you, there's past tense to it." She rolls so she faces me and she pecks my lips. "Our baby boy was gonna hold us together." She sighs a little. "But he's gone and with him is the spark of our relationship." She shrugs. She still isn't ready to tell the kids yet about our separation, and she's still mad about how they called her a child which is what triggered this whole thing.
"I should get ready, we have to go meet the kids." I sigh standing. I wanted to sell this place and get a smaller one for her and I but I can't now. It holds too many memories that I'll loose otherwise.
"One more minute," she pulls me back down and on top of her. "You're warm," She mumbles obviously sensing my sadness. Regardless I lay myself on top of her. Cuddling her as much as I can, holding her bare body in my arms shielding her from all harm. I didn't shield her well enough. She wanted a funeral with our little boy but she's not allowed. She wanted him to grow up and make us proud just like his siblings did, but he couldn't. Maybe she'll leave me for someone else, someone more capable. Someone who can give her another kid in memory of this one that we've lost. Maybe she won't want anymore kids, but maybe she will. And maybe that's why I'm not good enough.
"I love you," I mumble repeatedly kissing her cheek. "I love every piece of you, every inch everything, you're beautiful, you're perfect." I lay my head against her chest the calm thump of her heart puts me at ease.
"I'm leaving tomorrow," she mumbles. "I'll be doing some Victoria's Secret shoots." She explains. She knows I hate it when she does those, they're all so revealing. "I'll be back January first." She nods.
"But that means you miss your birthday, and it's the last one we'll celebrate together." She doesn't wanna file for the divorce till the end on the month. So on December first we're filing and then we should be able to divorce on the first or second of January.
"You'll be fine, you've got all of the kids, and you could call any of your exes over." She scoffs a little. "What about your stripper from New York? Or Hailey Baldwin everyone knows you were with her for a while." She sighs pushing me away. "I have to get ready."
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"I didn't say that," I yell a little while we drive towards our daughters house.
"Well you didn't say otherwise!" Our argument has been going on since she got into the shower. She threw a shampoo bottle at me for trying to talk to her and she hit me when I stepped in. I just wanted to talk about her birthday, it was supposed to be perfect, this was the year I wanted to renew our vows but she wanted to take a trip so we did. And she's been mad at me since finding everything she could all of this dirt to bury me with. Like Hailey, I didn't let her on the internet and I kept Reese private the whole time Hailey and I were together. She never doubted me and it all worked perfectly. She's so trusting, and very patient and I've always loved that about her. I think I always will.
"Ok so what if her and I were together? It doesn't matter that was thirty years ago!" I yell pulling into her driveway.
"We were married!" She groans slapping my shoulder. "You really has me convinced your fans knew who I was." She shakes her head.
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Makeup remover wipes S.M.
FanfictionThe sequel to Makeup S.M. Reese still hides, she won't come out of her shell he's trying really hard and maybe he could end up her makeup remover.