Bound to Him (Story 2)✔

~Chapter 22~

~Caroline~

I could handle my mother's rants in my ear about 'needing help' but them coming from Sol...I was bound to snap. If anyone should respect my decisions, it should be him. I had to face it though, my husband was pro therapy after all.

To my utter dismay he wasn't done yet. "Let's talk about something else. Tell me about this Clark Turner guy. Whoever the fuck he is." Sol demanded, following me down the hall and into our bedroom. It was a trap; I had nothing to do with my hands and he was blocking my exit. If I wasn't mistaken, he might be more upset over Clark than he was with my mental state. Or perhaps he was irritated now because I was being unnecessarily stubborn. Whatever.

"I know as much about him as you do." Which was the truth but by the look Sol was giving me, he wasn't convinced. I had to take a deep breath, push loose curls away from my face before I went on a boxing match with my own husband. "He keeps...popping up. I've told him to leave me alone. Pretty sure Thomas has told him the same thing. By the way, I don't want him tagging along with me anymore."

Really, I adored Thomas but I needed space and I wasn't a fan of his big, fat trap. There were just some things I needed to process before discussing it with Sol; like my two whole breakdowns today. "That isn't going to happen, Caroline and we both know why." He explained, after a very amused chuckle. So, I was just going to be guarded until Mitchell Larsons brother was found? Seriously...

I could imagine how he would react if I told him who I really thought I'd seen at the supermarket. Yes, it could just be my imagination but...the possibility made me shiver. Those stunning, heterochomia eyes had seemed very there today. "But we aren't discussing Thomas right now." Sol cut in after it went quiet for a few seconds.

It was then that I realized this-whatever it was-argument, was not going to solve a damn thing. "I don't know, Sol. I'm not worried about Clark Turner and I don't think you should be either." By the look on his face I could tell he wanted to argue that.

He didn't. My husband simply shrugged a massive shoulder, "I still think you should go talk to someone." If he would have stood there for a second longer I would have totally flipped but he didn't. I watched him turn around and leave the bedroom. Even though I knew none of this was gonna go away, I was so over dealing with it. Was going back to the way things were before really too much to ask for?

At this point, I wanted to run away and I seriously considered it as I stood in the middle of the bedroom, feeling sorry for myself. But the fussing that interrupted my thoughts coming from down the hall brought me back to reality. I needed to focus on my children...my family...I'd already lost too much time with them.

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"Can we have pizza for dinner?" If I could count the number of question Christopher Specter asked me in a day...It was a good question though because it was nearly six and I hadn't thought twice about dinner. We were sitting in the living room, my nose in a book as he sat at the coffee table coloring. His entire box of crayons was dumped onto the surface and he had plenty of coloring books to choose from.

Lydia was laying awake in a portable sleeper that always stayed in the room, looking around and Thomas sat in a chair, watching the evening news. "I don't see why not but maybe you should go ask your Dad." Who had been tucked away in his study most of the afternoon. The words barely left my lips and the child was already jumping up.

I wasn't sure if he was occupying himself with work because of our earlier 'discussion' but I didn't bother him. I'd just helped Gwen with some housework and spent time with the kids. Chris and I had had a heart to heart about him being more neat where his bedroom was concerned. He hadn't liked it, had fidgeted a lot during our talk but we'd gotten through it fine.