A Relentless Heart.

.:Prologue:.

**Caution** **This entire story will contain moderate swearing. If you don't like, don't read! I'm afraid it's relatively important to these characters otherwise I wouldn't have put it in. I'd like for you to give it a chance though... **

.:Prologue:.

[Aaron]

“babe?” I call through the house, as I hear Eli close the door behind him and Nate. “hey, Meg, you still awake, baby?”

“She must’ve gone to sleep, man.” Nate murmurs and Eli puts a hand over my shoulder, holding me back.

“No!” I rebuke his statement, shrugging off Eli’s grasp. “I need to tell her how sorry I am. I love her, E, her and the baby.”

“This can wait till the morning,” Eli soothes, “Aaron, dude, you’re drunk. Meg will not wanna see you like this.”

Stumbling, I place both of my hands on Eli’s shoulder’s, looking straight into his eyes, even though he was rocking from side to side in front of me. “I have to. She’s gonna kill my baby cause she hates my f*cking guts.”

“Man,” Eli shakes his head, his face splitting into two and reforming in front of my eyes, before both sets of his lips start moving, “Aaron, you need to lie down, and sleep it off. Meghan will not do anything drastic to herself, or to the baby, Aaron, ok?”

“No, it’s not ok. I need to say sorry!” I exclaim. Eli opens his mouths to try again but I hear the sound of a door closing in our bedroom, and rush forwards, and up the stairs. “Meghan!” I call as I slam my feet down, racing up the steps to the second floor, and running straight for the bedroom. “baby, I love-”

My sentence disintegrates into my throat as I push the door to our master bedroom fully open, my eyes falling straight onto the scene in front of me. Meghan is standing at her side of our double bed, folding a shirt in her small hands, and packing it neatly into an already nearly full suitcase. As she looks up, and meets my eyes, my vision swims and blurs, and a tear drips down her cheek. “Hey Aaron,” She whispers, her voice quiet and apologetic.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my own voice coming out frail, and weak.

“I’m packing, baby.” She murmurs, picking up another shirt and placing it onto the pile, after folding it, before crossing to the dresser, puling the baby supplies we’d already bought, and adding them into her suitcase.

“but why?” my voice falters, and I clear my throat roughly, “why are you packing?”

Her brown eyes flick behind me, before landing back on mine. “Cause I’m leaving, Aaron.”

“You- you don’t have to- to leave!” I state, stepping towards her.

Her face wrinkles with pain, and she wipes a tear track away with the back of her hand, adding a pile of white babygrows into her case. “I do, Aaron. I can’t live like this. It’s not good for me. Or for the baby.”

A hand wanders protectively to the six-month bump that’s housing my child and she caresses the bulge of her stomach lovingly.

“What- what do you mean?” I ask,

“The baby, Aaron, I have to think for the both of us right now.” She murmurs.

“I don’t understand.” I whisper, a hand running over my face.

“I’m giving birth in three months, you remember that, right?” She asks, and when I nod, she continues with a sigh, “You’ve cheated on me now, at least 8 times in the past 3 months. And I’d understand, I would, if I wasn’t giving you love at home, if I ever thought that I wasn’t enough for you. If I ever thought that maybe a family, me, you and this baby, wasn’t what you wanted. But I thought you loved me, really loved me. Some slut obviously was a better f*ck though right? 8 sluts at that. And I can’t sit here and pretend everything’s ok anymore. I would’ve been out of here the second you told me, if it weren’t for our child inside me. But I can’t even pretend for the sake of our baby either, not anymore, it’s not right.” She swallows as she zips up the suitcase and tugs it off the bed.