Who Do You Love? -lrh-

chapter one

Thalia's P.O.V

I sat there waiting at the dinner table. Food has gotten cold, after the fifth time of reheating it. The kids were put to bed ages ago and all staff has left the premises for the night. It was an unholy hour to even be out this late. I mean what could he possibly be doing that is more important than having family dinner. I even made dinner tonight, something i usually don't do. It was a special occasion but of course he couldn't commit to, well committing.

The front door opens and and he walks in as cool as cucumber. "Where have you been?" I stand up and walk towards him. He was silent, all you could hear is my heels clicking against the tile. "And why should i tell you exactly?" He looks down at me. " because i am your wife?! I was worried sick about you! It's two in the morning and you are just now getting home. You had no meetings, no business trips, no nothing. I could understand going to go get a drink or something but at least let us know where you were headed to." I threw up my hands in frustration. I stomped back to the dining room to store the leftovers. I had the sudden feeling that he didn't deserve the food i prepared for him hours in advanced. I'm sure he had something to eat while he was out.

"Are you just not going to feed me now?" He scoffs. I turned around and nodded my head. "I had made enough to feed this household plus the people who work here. They had time to stop doing what they were doing unlike some people." I shoved a pan of mash potatoes in the fridge. My own damn employees had time to spend with my family but not the man of the house.

"No need to be so sensitive Thalia."

I shot him a glare. "Sensitive? Anyone with common sense would know that your behavior lately has been out of control." I go over to the table and dump all the left over greens into a container. I go over to the cabinet and place them there. Took me a second to realize that the cabinet was not refrigerated. He's such a bad distraction.

"Who are you talking to? You are not my mother." He slumps down on the bar stool. I slam the fridge door shut in anger.

"I am talking to you Luke! I am a mother, not yours but i am one! You are a father to two beautiful children. We are parents to the most amazing people on this planet and i can't even explain to our own god damn kids why you aren't there to read them bed time stories because i don't even know why you aren't there! You're becoming a dead be-" before i finished i felt a tug on my shirt. I look down and notice our daughter looking up at me with her eyes filled with tears.

It broke my heart when i saw Blaire or Blake cry. I didn't want them to be sad ever.

I picked Blaire up and tucked her hair behind her ear. "What's the matter baby?" I hugged her. She said in between sniffles that she had had a bad dream and wanted to sleep with me. I hugged her tighter and began walking up stairs. "Goodnight Blaire! Daddy, loves you!" Luke yells behind me. I turn around and mouth "put the rest of this shit up"

May 7th, 2019-1:43am