The Trap House Imagines {COMPLETED}

Drifting Apart ~ Sam Golbach

You and Sam are the definition of high school sweethearts. Together since you guys were 14, got married at 20, found out you were pregnant at 23, but now you are 27 and life isn't so good. You and Sam aren't  really talking  anymore. You guys only say "I love you" before he leaves for work. That's even if he remembers to go into the kitchen. You were currently making breakfast. Samantha, your daughter, was eating some French toast and drinking orange juice. She looked so much liked Sam, their hair is the same, their eyes, she has your lips though. You weren't wearing your pajamas because not talking with Sam made you feel self conscious like he couldn't fulfill his needs with you or something. You always think your stupid and over reacting about Sam. You were wearing a 21 pilots shirt with skinny jeans, a pair of vans on, no make up and hair in a messy bun. You didn't have work today so you were staying home to clean. Samantha was going to preschool then staying over at your moms for the weekend. You remember the days when Samantha would stay over at your moms house and you would spend time with Sam. But also the bad times.
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Samantha was staying with your mom so you were going back to get ready. "Baby. Are we still going to the restaurant?" You asked. "Can we reschedule or something? I tired and have work in the morning." He says. You understand if he is tired, but he wouldn't wake up with Samantha if she had a fever and was crying all hours of the night, you would be sleep deprived and he wouldn't even care. There were times when he took out Samantha so you could sleep, but it would get interrupted with phone calls. "But this is the one time I don't have work. I want to spend time with you. " you say. "Well. I'm sorry but I'm tired. We can reschedule for tomorrow" he says laying down. You look over into your closet seeing your dress looking at you. "Why can't you just do this one thing for me? I'm always taking care of you and Samantha. I don't feel like cooking, I want to feel beautiful by dressing up, and want to go out. Do you even remember what day it is?" You asked mad. "What day is it?" He asked. "Our anniversary of being married for four years" you say. His eyes grew wide. "That's today? I already scheduled something for today with Colby. I can cancel it and go out with you." He says grabbing your hands. You roll your eyes. "I don't even feel like going anymore" you say grabbing your keys. "Where are you going?" Sam asks confused. "To get our daughter. She doesn't want to be over there. Why keep her somewhere where she is scared?" You asked walking out the door.
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You always had a problem with Sam cleaning up. And the only thing he  cleans up is his office. You smiled at remembering the first time he had cleaned up something. Now out of you and Sam, you're the messy one, but you clean up your messes. Not Sam. As you were cleaning up the mess of mail and papers you saw a name of a lawyer. Steven Brown, you get confused until it clicks, is Sam trying to divorce you.
No he wouldn't.
He vowed to love you forever.
He promised he'd stay.
Unless it was all a lie.
You didn't know what to think. There was no emotion at all for you to express. You put Sam's paper in a neat pile. You walked out into the kitchen and washed the dishes, dried them, then put them away. You fixed up your couch and cleaned out the fridge. You then went into you and Sam's room. You made the bed and collected the laundry. Then went into Samantha's room that was clean. You made the bed then collected her laundry. You went to the washing machine and started a load. You heard the door open, but no words. It was Sam. He doesn't talk besides saying 'I love you' but at least he is saying something. You walked out into the kitchen seeing Sam mad. "Where are my papers?" He asked. "Your office." You answered starting dinner. He left. You turn your head to the side and tears dared to spill out. You remember the good days when he treated you like a queen, but now during these days of life. He doesn't even talk to you.
You guys just finished your vows and he carried you into the hotel you guys were staying at for your honeymoon. He made you feel special and would call you beautiful. You made a promise to your dad that you would wait until marriage and so you did. And Sam took care of you. You and your dad were close until he passed away do to health conditions on his heart. You guys had the same birthday so you took it hard. Sam had made you breakfast in bed the next morning and you guys stayed in for a few hours before leaving for lunch. You guys were in love. But that all got ruined by one mistake.
You cry as you remember that one mistake. You remember it as if it was just yesterday. You had found out you were pregnant with you second baby. This was two years ago when Samantha was three. You had gone to the doctors for monthly check ups. When one day, a check up had declared the baby has a miscarriage. It effected you a lot and you didn't mean it, but it just happened. At that time you would just lay in bed. It broke you when you found out about the miscarriage. You didn't let anyone touch you. But what happened wasn't something to enjoy.
You were laying in bed. You couldn't do anything. You got extremely skinny from not eating. Sam always have you a plate of food next to the bed on the bedside table, but you just couldn't eat. Your body was going through depression and would just throw up the food you ate. You had just taken a shower so you had your hair into a messy bun and wearing Sam's shirt. The shower took you about two hours, but it was ok because no one was rushing you.  You were currently sitting on the edge of the bed feeling numb. You heard the door open downstairs and little foot steps on the stairs. You look at the time. 8:30pm. Almost Samantha's bedtime. You try your best to walk, but fail and have to lean against the wall. Sam comes up shortly after and catches you. "I'm ok let me down." You say. He nods and let's you go. "Are you ok?" He asks. You nod going towards the bed and sitting on the edge. "It's just... You just haven't really talk about..." You interrupted him. "Well I don't wanna talk." You snap. "Well I was just trying to help" he says. "Well you aren't. You don't know how it felt... Losing a part of you. " you say with tears looking at him. "What is that suppose to mean? I know how it felt I was the father and I know how it feels to lose something like that." Sam says basically yelling. "It's not the same." You say. "Whatever. You obviously think I don't care about you or the baby. But I do." Sam says. "I'm not saying you don't care. I'm just saying.." You were interrupted this time. "No. I know what your saying. It's pretty clear" he says walking away. In Sam's point of view, he just needed to cool off. In your point of view, you didn't know what to do. From that day forward, you would flinch at his touch, as him raising his voice. You wouldn't even let him touch you after you stopped flinching at him. You guys drifted apart and you didn't know how to stop it.
You went and took a shower to wash off all the bad vibes that caused you to cry earlier that day. You walked out of the bathroom with a towel around your body. You forgot your clothes on the bed and when you walked out you saw Sam sitting in the bed. Since Samantha isn't home and is at your moms house he didn't have to put her to bed. You and Sam haven't had any action in years. So you in a towel made you self conscious and made you just uncomfortable. You close your eyes. You grab your clothes bringing them into the hot bathroom. Once dressed you threw your hair into a messy bun and fell into the bed. You grabbed the tv remote and turned on a movie. "Sam I have a question." You say looking at the movie. "Hmm" he replied. "Are you getting a divorce?" You asked scared for the answer. He moved his face from his phone and looked at you. He was in shock. "Wh-why would you think that" he asks. "It's just. We have been going through a tough time lately and I saw a note for you to call a lawyer and I just thought you didn't love me anymore." You say with tears looking at the bed. Sam's face became mad. "You went through my stuff?" Sam asked. "I was moving it and it fell and I just looked at it. " you say raising your head with tears. Sam's face softens from anger to sadness at your tears. He pulls you closer. "I'm sorry. No I would never divorce you. I love you with all my heart. " he says grabbing a hold of your cheek. You look at him and within seconds you felt his lips on yours. It felt like fireworks. You felt happy feeling Sam's body against yours, Sam's lips against yours. As Sam got to business undressing you and making you feel pleasurable and loved and like a queen, he grabbed ahold of your hand with his and kissed you. He noticed your self conscious. "Don't be shy. I love you." He says kissing you once more.
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Sam's POV
I woke up the next morning seeing Y/N laying on her stomach with the blanket around her waist. I smile at the love of my life. I smile at the memories we made yesterday and frown at the thought of a divorce. I would never leave Y/N, not even if she hated me. I love her with all my heart and from her reacting to my 'I love you' with a little blush and a smile means that she loves me too and has never stopped.
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