London POV
It’s been two months since Ronnie’s been in rehab. I go in twice a week, sometimes bringing the girls and Marshall. He has been doing well; his doctor calls me every day and gives me an update. At first he wouldn’t talk, and then he had a breakdown and cried for three days. When I first brought Marshall in, Ronnie started crying, he apologized and hugged him. I’ve never seen Marshall get so emotional, they walked away and sat by themselves and talked for a good ten minutes. Marshall wouldn’t tell me what was said, but he did say that Ronnie apologized and told him he loved him.
It’s been a struggle; it’s like living in a different world. Life without Ronnie was very odd. Ronnie has now been home for about two hours and it’s like he never left. The girls haven’t said anything though, they act as if he never left, which, I suppose, is much better than dwelling on it.
“London! Come on! We’re getting in the pool!” I hear Hailie yell from the back yard.
I walk outside, already in my swim suit, and stand by the pool to watch my family play together.
“You look so beautiful in that bathing suit, angel.” Marshall wraps his arms around my waist from behind me.
“Thanks, Marsh, you know, I feel like everything is finally okay, like this is how it’s meant to be, you know?”
“Yeah, you know you would look so much sexier, soaking wet…”
“Huh?”
Marshall shoves me and I fall into the pool, screaming. I go underwater and enjoy the feeling of the water on my skin, before I kick my feet and breach the surface.
“Marshall Mathers!! I’m going to kill you!” I yell. I climb out of the pool and walk towards him with my arms open. “Come here, baby, I want to cuddle!”
“Hell no, Lon, I’m not getting wet.”
“Don’t you love me?” I widen my eyes and pout my bottom lip.
“The things I do for you, woman.” He shuffles over to me and lets me hug him. When he pulls away his white shirt is clinging to him. He reaches to the bottom and takes his shirt off. His muscles flex, and I walk up to kiss him.
“Eww, dad stop!” Hailie yells as she covers Whitney’s eyes.
I laugh as Marshall grabs my hips, “what do you say babe? Together?”
I nod as he jumps into the pool, with me in his arms.
Im so sorry. Im really and truly sorry. This is so horrible, but im so stuck. I have everything planned for the epilogue, which is the next chapter btw, but I had to get this one in. im really sorry, I promise to make the epilogue the best chapter. I was looking through the stats the other day and only about a hundred people who read the last chapter. I guess it kinda saddened me. But anyways for those of you who have read this far, you truly are my best friends. You stuck with me when I was in a bad place, and when I write shitty chapters. But I love you guys so much and I would hug every single one of you if I could. If you guys ever need me, even if youre just in a bad place, you can come talk to me. I hold no judgement. Okay, ill finish my long ass authors note now. I will work my ass off to make the epilogue the greatest chapter ever. kik me if you need me, or if you make an edit, @torileggett98 and I will post them on the instagram page @you_make_me_space_bound. Much love
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