In due time (Completed)

Chapter 50- Plan

Kate

I sat in the balcony with a giant mug of black coffee in hand and a bowl of diced fruits on the table. The sun was at the perfect point where its rays beamed down on me and bathed me in its warmth. I shoveled down spoonful after spoonful of fruits after draining every last drop of the decadent caffeine. My tattered copy of Wuthering Heights laid open on my lap after my head began to hurt from Elizabeth and Darcys constant bickering. It reminded me why I hated conflict between couples and took me back to last night.

Last night. A night that I will regret forever. Tyler and I never fought, well we did occasionally but never at that magnitude.

Yes, that little altercation was a huge deal for me.

Our fights were more petty arguments over trivial things like chocolate or vanilla, or team Cap or team Ironman. Trivial stuff. It's what makes a relationship fun but last night gave me a piece of reality. Everything is never always unicorns and rainbows. When shit got real it terrified me. Sure, no relationship is perfect but fighting isn't something I'd want to be a norm. When things get heated and words are exchanged, sometimes one can't take back the words no matter how badly they wanted to.

That's how I was feeling right about now. I didn't deserve to be pacified by Tyler especially not after the things I'd said to him. He didn't deserve them and now, I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make up for ever saying them.

The sound of the glass door behind me sliding open startled me. A barefoot Tyler stood behind me, squinting at the striking sun. A black wife beater covered his chest and his disheveled bed hair looked wild.

"Morning," my voice came out as a whisper. I stole a quick glance at him then looked forward almost immediately.

He kissed the top of my head and took a seat next to me. "What time is it?"

I glanced at my phone next to me and answered, "almost 10:30."

"How long have you been up?" He asked, playing with my fingertips.

"Two hours or so, I think."

"You should've woke me up."

All I could do was shrug. We might have resolved our problems last night but today, the guilt was eating away at me. Add that to the thoughts of the inevitable shit that's about to happen in the foreseeable future and you have a ticking time bomb ready to go of inside your head.

"Breakfast?" I offer while picking up my mug and bowl and start walking away without his answer. He catches me by my wrist, obviously noticing my deafening silence, and pulls me to him.

"What's wrong?" He whispers and holds my eyes with his gaze.

I shake my head from side to side as I try to break eye contact with him.

"I thought we agreed we wouldn't do that. C'mon, talk to me," he pushed.

I clenched my eyes shut to prevent any tears from falling. I'd cried more last night than I did my entire life and it was energy consuming and not exactly the best feeling in the world. I didn't wanna go down that road again.

"I'm sorry," my voice cracks, "for everything that happened last night. I'm sorry for saying all of those horrible things to you. I know I hurt you and I'll never forgive myself for that. I'm sorry, Tyler."

He pulls me closer and wraps his arms around me. He kissed the top of my head before he speaks.

"It's okay, Specs. Yeah, you did a shitty thing but I can't get hurt by something that I've gotten over. Sure, it wasn't particularly nice hearing you say shit like that but you didn't hurt me." He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me, long and gently. "I forgive you, okay?"