guarding my angel || "guardian angel" sequel

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**Johnny's POV**

People always say that you don't fight with the people you love.

I, one hundred percent, can disagree with that statement.

It seems like all Victoria and I do these days is fight. I come home late from work? Argument. She forgets to turn the light off? Argument. I don't leave at 3am go get her some weird ice cream flavor she's craving? Argument.

It's gotten to the point where I've had to sleep on the couch because I can't stand the tension between us when we sleep in the same room. And in the morning, I'll leave for work, and if she's awake we'll make polite conversation. But if she's not, I'm out of there before she knows I'm gone.

It just isn't healthy anymore. I love her more than anything in the world, and pretty soon I'll need to love the baby too, we both will. But how are we supposed to do that if we don't even act like we like each other?

That was all I could think about as I walked home from work at the DX. Maybe tonight would be better, maybe we could make it through the night without arguing, and I can finally sleep with her again. I got so used to holding her, it's hard to fall asleep with empty arms.

I unlock the front door of the apartment and find Victoria cooking in the kitchen. She turns when she sees me and half-smiles, which is better than I usually get.

"How was your day?" I ask her. "Is the baby feeling alright?"

"Yeah, we just kind of hung around the house all day, I was extra tired," she says, and turns back to her cooking. Her baby bump is really beginning to show, and all I want to do is hug her from behind so I can hold both her and the baby, but there was no way in hell I would be doing that.

I leave the conversation at that and head into the shower to wash myself clean of the long day I had. When I finish, I pull on some sweats and a sweatshirt and return to the kitchen to get myself some dinner. Victoria is sitting at the table, already eating.

"Your parents called today."

I drop the spoon I was using to dish up my pasta.

"I told them you weren't home, and that they should call back another time."

"How the hell did they get our number?!" I ask in disbelief.

"I gave it to them," she says. My eyes widen in anger and I turn around slowly.

"Why the fuck would you do that?" I ask with gritted teeth, phrasing it more like a statement than a question.

"Because they're you're parents, and they just want to talk to you," she says innocently, as if she's done nothing wrong.

"How could you do that!? You know how awful they were to Bailey and me!" I say, fuming beyond belief.

"You're just mad because your parents abused you and mine didn't!" she yells back out of nowhere.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" I say, tears streaming down my face from a mix of anger, frustration, and PTSD.

"Why else would you be mad!? They're your parents, and they just wanted to talk to you!" she screams.

"Because I never wanted to see them again after Bailey and I left that messed up place! They ruined our lives, Victoria! They're the reason Bailey tried to kill herself!"

The room gets quiet. No one had spoken of Bailey's incident in almost a year.

"Don't blame this on me, it's not my fault you had a troubled childhood, and I don't want that for my baby."

"Your  baby!?" I scream. "That baby is mine too! And just because my parents abused me doesn't mean I'm going to abuse my own fucking child! Is that seriously what you think of me!?"

Victoria gets really silent. My mouth falls in disbelief.

"That's seriously what you think of me," I say, pacing across the kitchen.

It's gotten to the point where I don't even remember where the fight started. We've yelled about so much that I'm not sure where this all began.

"Why would you have stuck with me for this long, planned a future with me, and let us fall this in love with you if this whole time you've thought I would abuse our family?" I say through tears, much quieter than before.

"What if I don't love you anymore?" she says, slowly and with a pained expression on her face.

My throat closes up and I find it hard to breathe. I don't have a response to what she said, and I couldn't think of one if I tried.

The sound of our breathes are the only things that fill the empty space for longer than I could've counted.

"I... I need to go," I finally stammer out, stumbling backwards as if she'd hit me rather than said what she did.

Her faces stays with an emotion I can't read. My hand finds the door nob behind me, and I quickly open it before slamming it shut behind me.

I throw myself into a sprint and begin to run without a destination. My emotions eventually get the best of me and I collapse into a patch of grass 3 miles from the apartment.

I choke on my sobs as I roll onto my side, looking towards the dark sky. The clouds cover the stars, ironically making the sky just as dark and shaded as I am.

Four years. Four god damn years that I loved her and couldn't get her out of my mind. My future was planned with her. She was my future. She's carrying my baby! We have a family together!

Everything I've ever wanted, I had with her. Our beautiful baby is coming in just over 6 months, and she doesn't even love me anymore.

How could we have gone from being inseparable, to her completely falling out of love with me?

I roll so I'm completely laying on my back. She was my everything. God, she still is. She made me happier than I ever have been.

This can't be happening.