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Y/N. I impatiently rang the doorbell as I yawned continuously. It was 10:15 pm and my turn to fetch my 12 year old twin boys from their father's house. My husband. My ex-husband Odell.
The opaque glass door swung open, revealing a new Odell.
"Hey," he greeted with a smile.
"You look shnazzy." I complimented.
"You like?"
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"A lot. I'm glad you got rid of the noodle mop." I teased as he smacked his teeth.
"Man, I'd look good with just a sack on. My noodle mop was an era."
"Yeah, bet. Where are my boys?" I asked, looking around his huge house.
"Knocked out. Played PS4 all day and night, had pizza and now they're sleeping in the man cave."
"Alright, I'll just come back tomorrow then," I turned around, heading to the door. "Wait, why'd you ask me to come fetch them if you knew they were sleeping?" I raised my perfectly arched eyebrow.
I'm guessing he quickly went into the wine cellar because he came back with a bottle of wine.
"Mm, wine," I murmured softly.
"Your favorite bottle." He smirked, pouring both of us a glass, almost filling it up.
"I didn't say I wanted any," I looked away, seeing what he was doing.
"That little moan said it all," he licked his lips. "Just join me for a glass."
"Are you tryna get me drunk, Mr Beckham?" I smirked, never refusing the glass.
"Would it be a bad thing if I did, Mrs Beckham?" He questioned, staring holes into my face.
Even though we were divorced, I still loved him. But I couldn't stand being treated as an option anymore. I was with Odell since college and supported his every desire, and once he made it big, he seemed to put our marriage on the side.
It made my kids question his fatherhood, me question our marriage and his love for me. He was losing interest in what he claimed to have loved and left us for about 2 years, when the boys were about 8, for work.
2... OR 3... OR 4...
Or more...
Glasses of wine later...
Omniscient.
Y/N was now laughing up a storm, feeling extremely relaxed. Her words left her mouth in slurs.
They were sitting on the comfy couch in the perfectly dimmed living space, conversing.
"I'm sorry." Odell blurted out.
Y/N looked at him with low eyes.
"Please d-don't ruin a perfect night."
She knew exactly what he was talking about.
"I'm not happy Y/N. Ever since the divorce got finalized, I just- I'm just not happy. I miss you and I know the boys miss us being a big, happy family."
"Odell... did you really just let me finish a bottle of wine only to talk about this situation? I am soo drunk right now..." she spoke with her eyes closed.
Odell literally had like 2 glasses while Y/N finished the rest of the bottle.
"Well maybe I don't have to do any talking then..." he leaned in for a kiss.
A passionate one. She didn't even fight it, but instead pulled him gently by his face. He started caressing her booty as her leg went up his.
