• DIVORCÈE •

Part 5

"Good morning," His voice is quiet and soft as the bed sinks from beside me. I can feel a trail of kisses left on my arm as I lay on my stomach. He takes my hand and kisses me softly before rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.

I inhale the smell of breakfast just as the quiet pitter patter of Eva's feet pad against the floor. "Mama!" She calls out how she normally does.

The sunlight beams through his massive windows, as I try to sit up without revealing my nakedness to my daughter. Thomas picks up Evangeline and puts her on his bed, its far too big to be used for one person. My mind eases off to last night and all that happened.

Once Thomas took us to his home, I took Evangeline upstairs whilst he disappeared and went off somewhere else. He kissed the top of my head, promising he'll come and find me.

The place he owns is massive, and far too big for him. Evangeline was heavy in my arms as I trekked up his staircase. Everything about my body was shattered, my emotions were all fucked up, not to mention I was still shaky from the events that took place an hour ago.

I heard Lizzie's voice from a far as she continued to scream at him. Something about myself and my daughter staying and how that is unacceptable.

I put Eva to bed, in a room I knew was not Tommy's. I couldn't find the main bedroom, so I put her in one of the rooms that had a bed big enough for the two of us. My fingers were still trembling as Thomas began to yell back at Lizzie. Did I feel bad? Absolutely not.

Thomas was fully to blame about the infidelity, but Lizzie Starke betrayed me by fucking my husband. Lizzie Starke, the same bitch that promised me nothing was going on with the two. She has played a role in the misfortunate ending to our marriage.

My fingers trailed over the door, the detail of the wooden door that separated my girl and I from the world. I broke down, sinking to the floor remembering the bangs that came from the ones in my house.

The man said he wanted me and my daughter. For what? I can only imagine.

Thomas knocked on the door lightly as I laid beside Evangeline, counting my lucky stars she was alright. That we were alright. Thomas looked divine as he walked into the bedroom, a small timid smile on his face, "I was lookin' for yous."

I sat up slowly, looking at the beauty of this man. He wore a white shirt and a pair of trousers that looked big on him. He looked boyish and so handsome as he walked towards the foot of the bed, he looked like the Thomas I knew and love.

"We were here." I whisper, biting on my bottom lip. "Did you tell Lizzie to leave?" I ask, feeling his eyes on me.

"I did." He clears his throat, looking around the room, "Is this where we're sleeping tonight?"

"I don't know." I mutter, also allowing myself to examine the place.

I move off of the bed and onto my feet, where Thomas stands and press my lips against his. He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his body. Evangeline sleeps soundlessly as we make our way to the bathroom connected to the bedroom. He lays down a few towels, as I peal off my clothes. Thomas pulls me into him before we make love, there on the bathroom floor.

We move to another room, one where a crib is. The sun was only beginning to come up as I wrapped a blanket around my naked body and Tommy held his little girl. That's where we slept, in another room that he told me was his. He left kisses on my skin to help me sleep, and then helped me wake up in them too.

"How are you feeling?" Thomas asks as he lays beside me. Eva sits on his lap as she puts some grapes into her mouth. She's been bathed I see, and wears clean clothes.