(Stuck in) The Middle

Leaving...But Wait

Song to listen to while reading:

How - The Neighbourhood

Alex

What do I have to live for? Yes, I love Cheyenne but this is her fault! I will never forgive her for taking away my first son.

I know that Cadence wasn't my biological son, but it felt like he was made to be my son. I loved him with all I had.

So now what do I have? It's only been 2 months since his death and I still feel like shit.

We're in our bedroom, arguing with for the billionth time. Whatever. I don't care anymore.

"Why are you blaming me for everything?" Cheyenne yelled.

"Why wouldn't I?" I sighed.

"I didn't fucking run over him! I was simply just trying to find some peace! Maybe you should try it!" She yelled.

"Whatever, Cheyenne."

"Look, you weren't the only one who lost Cadence. Hell, mother didn't come to his funeral because you wouldn't let her! What's wrong with you? Why can't you just take a step back and just...calm down. Just find your soul."

"But that's not what I want! You already damn well know that!" I hissed.

"Look, I love you, and you know it. Why don't we start fresh, you know...plan our wedding?" Cheyenne smiled.

"Cheyenne, maybe we need to take some time from each other." I sigh.

"W-why would we do that?" She asked, her eyes full of tears, waiting to fall.

"Yes, I love you, but that might be enough right now. And you're right, I need to soul search.

As I started packing my things, Cheyenne just stood there frozen.

She didn't so much as twitch, until I started walking out of the bedroom.

Before I even got out of the door, she leapt across the bed, holding me back.

She positioned herself, sandwiching herself between me and our bedroom entrance.

"Please, don't leave me. Please! What am I going to do without you?" She begged, kissing my neck and cheek.

Somehow, in the midst of all of the begging, she had wormed her hand down my pants and presented a stoking motion.

As soon as I knew it, we had climbed in bed completely unclothed.

She then performed her signature act with perfection and I must say, that that alone made me think twice about leaving.

Then we started the real deal in no time.

Oh what the hell, one last time wouldn't be too bad.