The Tale's Willow

Fire of the Butterfly 1

A/N: I don't know what the ship name would be for these three. If you have one or ideas, please let me know! ;) Once again, I'm sorry for any Jenika fans.

A year and a half. Eighteen months. That's how long he'd been married. It took eight tries before Jenika had even said yes to a date. Then she only wanted to wait five months before getting married. Tim had fallen madly in love with the blond woman. Or he tried to. There was another blond he was madly in love with and had been since shortly after they met.

Only the other blond had been married at the time. By the time that blond was divorced and single, he'd met and fallen for Jenika. Life wasn't fair. He thought his wife loved him. It wasn't until they had a break and everyone had scattered to their respective homes for the week did he find out otherwise. He opted to head to Texas to visit his mother and family there. Jenika headed to their home in Nashville.

He came home a day earlier than planned. Walking into his house, he felt something was off but couldn't place it. There were two wine glasses sitting on the coffee table. The bass hoped she'd just had a girlfriend over and hadn't cleaned up from their visit yet. He dropped his bags at the foot of the stairs before slowly walking upstairs to see if his wife were in the bedroom.

Upon opening the door, he found his wife in the throes of passion with another man. The kid looked like he was in his early to mid-20's and had a body models and body builders would die for. They were so engrossed in one another, they didn't realize he had been standing there watching for at least ten minutes.

"Don't let me interrupt while I pack my bags." Tim growled before storming over to the closet.

"TIM!" Jenika screamed, jumping off her lover and grabbing her rob to cover up with, "What...what are you doing home so early? I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow."

"Clearly."

"Tim...I...I can explain." Jenika stated as she shooed her lover out of the room.

"Oh? He was working in our bedroom naked you fell on top of his dick?" Tim snorted.

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard, Tim." Jenika rolled her eyes.

"Where'd you even meet that punk?" Tim asked, "No. Never mind. I don't want to know."

"Tim, this isn't what you think." Jenika exclaimed, pulling Tim out of the closet.

"Oh? Then what is it, Jen? It looked like you were fucking some dude that wasn't me!" Tim crossed his arms across his chest.

"Well, uh, I was trying to get my sexual appetite back." She offered.

He raised his eyebrow at her. Not saying a word as he stared at his wife made Jenika uncomfortable.

"I love you, Tim. Please believe me." Jenika stated.

"If you loved me, why were fucking someone else?" He questioned.

"Well...he has a great body." She retorted.

Tim's eyes widened at what she'd told him.

"I mean, come on Tim. You're approaching 40. You've got a beer gut." She rambled.

"So, you don't find me attractive?" Tim asked, "And thought you'd let some random dude with a hot body stick his dick in you instead?"

"You make it sound so trashy." Jenika rolled her eyes.

"Answer my question, Jen. Do you find me attractive?" Tim dropped his voice.

"With a beer gut? No. Maybe if you dropped that and started working out more I'd find you more attractive." She told him, "No one finds that attractive. Middle-aged men with beer guts is a huge turn-off."