Imagines

MacGyver x Oc - Space

Annabelle sat sighing as she put her knife and fork down on her plate. There was a chair that Mac was supposed to be sitting in across from her. It was their anniversary and Mac promised he'd been home in the, yet as obvious as the silent tension. She picked up her plate and rinsed them before putting the plate in the dishwasher. Annabelle then went to shower and changed before sitting out on the deck. A few hours later she heard the door open and shut he called out for her but she didn't reply just poured out another glass of whiskey.

"Sorry I'm late work took longer that expected." he sat down and went to give her a kiss but she dodged it.

"Belle, what's the matter?"

"What is today?"

"Saturday." She scoffed as tears began to fall down and downed another glad she poured another one out.

"Two years that has got to be some sort of record, In the history of marriage." he was confused till realisation dawned on his face.

"Annabelle, I'm so sorry, I... I will take you out tomorrow and I will make it up to you."

"Tomorrow isn't the day we got married two years ago. I have been talking about it for months and you can't even been bothered to show up."

"Belle, I forgot, work has been hectic."

"Like that makes it any better. And too think I wanted to bring a baby into this." she said

"Your pregnant."

"Do you think I would be drinking if I was." She stood up and wobbled Mac stood up to steady her.

"Get the fuck off me. You son of a bitch." she pushed him away.

"Annabelle, your drunk."

"Well thank you Agent Obvious. What else could numb the feeling that my husband thinks work is more important than his wife? You're the one that wanted to start a family and I wasn't ready so you waited, When I'm ready i'm starting to think that you would be a terrible father." that him where it hurt.

"Don't say that Annabelle."

"It's true, you forgot my birthday and our Anniversary. Both times I sit in this fucking house waiting for you to come home, alive, four times i could have lost you. You play it off like it was nothing. Imagine a child in that situation. Where's Daddy, Mommy? It's my birthday Mommy, Why isn't Daddy here? I want Daddy to read to me, Oh I'm sorry baby, Daddy is just consumed in work with putting bad guys away. We're in the same boat sweetie, because he forgets my birthday and anniversary too!"

"I..."

"No more lies! I do everything for you, I sit and put up with your shit constantly, giving you a smile and a hug and saying it's okay when it's not. I keep this house in order, I think about having kids when you can't even be bothered to show up for a fucking meal!" Annabelle stumbled into the house.

"Fuck this shit, man. I'm tired of it." she dropped the bottle and glass causing two loud smashes. Going into their shared bedroom she grabbed some things and threw at on the floor before slamming and locking the door.

"Annabelle! Belle open the door, I'm sorry!" Mac banged on the door "I'm sorry okay." You dropped onto the bed and cried till you finally fell asleep.

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Annabelle woke up the next morning with a raging hangover and groaned opening her yes to the harsh light. She managed to drag herself out of bed and leave the room as the memories of last night flooded into her head.

Mac was sitting on the sofa when Annabelle stumbled through. he watched as she groaned every few minutes as she tried to get what she needed, he finally got up and retrieved the painkillers and water. She glared at him and took the pills and water, downing it she turned to raid the fridge.