Kimberly ❤️
Dak had come over for dinner that same night. After dinner, I told him what Jordan did in school today. He wasn't happy about it either. He talked to the boy to figure out what was going through his mind.
"He has a small cut on his lip." He said, entering the kitchen.
"He'll be fine." I say, cleaning the kitchen counter.
"How hard did you hit him?" He asked.
"Hard enough." I say.
He gave me the "really?" face.
"Would your mom let you get away cut-less if you had said anything like that to your teacher?" I ask.
"She'd probably shoot me." He said.
"Which is way worse than a little pop to the mouth." I say.
He chuckles.
"I think a punch to the chest would've been fine." He said.
"I figured you'd say something like that." I say.
He chuckles again.
"What's been up with you though?" He asked.
"Just taking care of mommy business. Nothing new." I say.
He nods.
"Seems like there's other things on your mind too." He said.
He was always able to read me like a book.
"What makes you say that?" I ask.
"I've been with you long enough to know your every move." He said.
I finally stop to look at him. He was already looking at me. I shake my head, turning to wash out the rag.
"Come on Kim. Talk to me." He said.
"I don't have anything to say." I say, turning off the faucet and hanging the rag on the dishwasher handle.
"Really?" He asked.
I turn back to face him.
"Yeah." I say.
Then he just stares at me, as if he's waiting for me to say something. I stare back at him, not saying a word.
"Nothing to say? At all?" He asked.
"Nope." I say, persistently.
"Okay then." He said.
I force a smile. He looks at me for a couple more minutes, then decides that it's time for him to leave. I purse my lips, watching him walk to the door.
"Dak?" I say, sighing afterwards.
"Kimberly." He said, looking back at me.
"I do have something I wanna say." I say.
He quirks an eyebrow.
Here goes nothing.
"I uh...I don't know how to say this but um...uh..." I say, at a loss for words.
I stare at the ground, fiddling with my fingers. I look up, to see him still looking back at me.
Spit it out!
"I miss you." I say, closing my eyes tightly afterwards.
I didn't wanna look at him. But closing my eyes wasn't a good idea because I started crying. I open my eyes, looking at him through watery eyes.
"I miss you...so much." I say, feeling my bottom lip quiver.
He took slow steps toward me.
"I just....I don't know. I guess I just never fell out of love with you. No matter how much I tried to push my feelings away, they just wouldn't go." I exclaim.
I wipe at my eyes, taking a deep breath.
"Two years. For two years I held onto you, not wanting to let you go. And til this day, I'm still in complete shock that we let 15 years of marriage go down the drain. I was devastated. Heartbroken. Every word in the book." I say, sniffling.
I'm finally pouring my heart out to him.
"I wanted to hold onto us for as long as I could, but I knew that would be a problem trying to move on. I just wanted to be strong for the kids. And I can't even tell you how many nights I cried because of our divorce." I explain.
He now stood in front of me.
"You made me so happy Dak. I loved being your personal cheerleader, your number one fan, your everything. I loved us more than anything, more than life itself. I loved every moment we shared together; from our first date to the birth of our children. I know I never told you, but every little moment with you was special to me. You meant the world to me Rayne, you really did." I say, sniffling again.
He held my face in his hands. I held onto his wrist, looking down at the Cowboys logo on his navy blue shirt.
"And I've been celibate for two straight years. Do you know how frustrating that shit is?" I say, sniffling again.
He chuckled.
"Oh yeah?" He asked.
"Yes." I say.
"And how's that been working out for you?" He asked.
"Oh it's the worst." I say, looking up at him.
He laughs. I smile.
"I missed you way more Kim." He said.
"You told me." I say.
He chuckles. And without second thought, I connect my lips to his in a passionate kiss. I groan at the satisfaction. He moved his hands from my face to my lower back, pulling me closer to him. I wrap my arms around his neck. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist.
We pull away and I look down into his eyes.
"I love you so much." I say.
"I love you more baby girl." He said.
I peck his lips a few times, smiling. I then hug him tightly as he rubs my back. I pull back again, playing with my fingers behind his neck. I chew on my lower lip, staring down at him.
"What's on your mind?" He asked.
"Nothing." I say.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yup." I say.
"Okay then." He said.
He put me down.
"Whatever we do, it has to be on the low because paparazzi is a bitch." I say.
He laughs.
"I got you." He said.
I nod. I then yawn and stretch.
"You should get some sleep." He said.
"I should right?" I say.
He nods.
"Come with me." I say.
He doesn't question it. We turned off the lights at the front of the house, then made our way to my room.
Let's see how this goes.
Kimberly and Dak are going for second chances? Ooh 👀.
