Picking The Pieces Back Up (IAFD Sequel)

The Needed Talk

Drew's POV:

I turned around oh so slowly to see my wife... 

My wife...

My beautiful, wonderful wife... Who I hurt, tore apart, and put through hell. 

"Darai...." I breathe out. I'm at a loss for words. I've missed her so much. I missed her face.

She didn't look like the same Darai I knew. Her glow was gone... She looked very tired. 

"Why...are you here..." She says slowly.

I still cannot make words come out of my mouth, so I just stare at her. I don't know what was wrong with me, but I felt like I was stuck. I was acting like a bitch. 

Talk to your fucking wife. Stop being a pussy.

"I- I came here to see the kids." I say, standing straight.

"Why." She says bluntly. It's like she didn't even asked. 

"Mumma thought I should come see them. I missed them Darai, you can-"

"Don't come near my kids. Ever again. You lost the right to see them when you disclaimed them." She says sternly. 

I didn't recognize her at all. She was so cold towards me. I deserved it though.

"Darai, sweetie. It's my fault. I thought it'd be a good idea for Drew to come around and just help. You needed rest, and I thought he should see the babies. Blame me."

Darai takes her eyes off me, and looks at Maria. Her eyes soften at her, and she takes her hands in hers. 

"I know you were coming from a good place, and you want to do the right thing, but he doesn't deserve to see them. After all, they're not his kids." 

"Darai, please. Don't be like that I know you are angry, but please let him help!" Maria cries out.

"Mumma. Let me speak to Darai alone. Please?" I say, staring at Darai with stern eyes. 

"No, there's nothing to talk about. Leave." She says to me, turning around and heading for the stairs.

Like hell I will. 

I raced after her and went up to our bedroom. I put my foot in the door just as she was about to close it.

"Drew, MOVE!" She yells at me.

"No. Stop screaming, they're asleep!" I harshly whisper at her.

"Drew I will break your fucking foot. Move away from my door and get the fuck out my house!" She says angrily. 

I push the door open, and close it. I lock the door, and stand in front of it. 

"Darai. We are going to talk. Whether you want to or not. You are going to hear me out. I'm not leaving until you do."

"Hear out what? What do you want to talk about?! You said everything you wanted to say, Drew. You made it clear who I was to you, and what you though of me that day. The fuck do we need to talk about?"

"We need to talk about what I sai-"

"You said all you had to say, Drew. I don't want to he-"

"God DAMMIT DARAI. SHUT THE HELL UP! LET ME SPEAK!" I yell. I didn't mean to yell at her, she just wasn't listening to me.

Darai stares at me with a confused frown, but she stays quiet. 

I closed my eyes, and took a deep breathe. "I was wrong. I was so fucking wrong. I... I treated you like a stranger. Darai... No amount of sorry's will make up for what I did. I know.... I know I'm supposed to be giving you time. I'm supposed to give you space, but... I can't take it. Do you know what serving those papers did to me... It killed me..."