A Fuck Up I Need

Chapter 1

Chase p.o.v:

I was in the backyard, blowing bubbles for my boys. My three year old, Joey, just sat and stared at them, while my six year old, Thomas, ran around the yard, popping the bubbles and giggling. I smiled, there isn't a thing I would change about my life. Two beautiful boys, an amazing wife. I'm living the life other men wish they had.

"Boys, it's dinner time," Stacy calls from the back door with a smile.

I smile back at her and grabbed Joey and Thomas, making Thomas giggle. I walk them into the house before dropping them both gently on the couch. Their laughter fills my heart with joy. They hurriedly get off the couch and rush to the dining room, where their spaghetti waits for them.

I smile at them, then turn to Stacy, my beautiful wife. She stares at me, a small frown playing on her lips as she walks to the table.

Uh, okay? What was that about?

I shrug it off and go to sit and eat dinner with my family. Thomas is there talking our heads off about his imaginary friend, Cali, and about how Thomas the Train stole his name. He's such an energetic kid. I love him and his brother Joey, who is his exact opposite, quiet and shy, always observing and watching the people around him.

I laugh at my son's stories then glance at Stacy, she's not talking, barely eating too. She keeps looking down at her hands.

"Babe, you good?" I ask, concern lacing my Irish accent.

Stacy snapped out of trance and nodded, the fakest smile I've ever seen plastered on her face.

"I'm fine, it's just-" she stopped midsentence and took both boys empty plates and put them in the sink.

"Boys, go play, Me and daddy need to have a talk," she said, helping Joey out of his chair and on to the floor. Both boys raced to their room, probably to play with some nerf guns.

I look back at Stacy, who now is holding an envelope in her hands.

"So, What's up baby? Are you okay?" I ask, reaching for her hands.

She pulls her hands away, and hands me the envelope instead.

Hurt and confused, I grabbed the envelope, looking at her before opening it.

Right there, those giant letters at the top of the page, were like a stab in the heart.

Divorce Papers

With tear filled eyes, I look back at Stacy, who seems to be concentrating on the table.

"Stacy, please, I thought everything was fine, we're happy, you, me, the boys. Why do you wanna-" I start to rant, gripping the papers tightly in my hand as I let the tears fall down my face.

"I'm cheating on you, Chase, I'm sorry, but I don't love you any more," she says, stopping me in my tracks.

I stare at her, my tears stopping momentarily.

"You're what? With who?" I ask, my anger growing and my sadness halting for a brief moment.

"Nicolas Harper, the bartender from the club," she states, not taking her eyes off the table, but if you look closely, you could see the tears clouding her eyes.

"Nicolas? How could you do this to me? To us? To our family, Stacy? Why?" I yell, I didn't mean to yell, I really didn't, I never yell. I'm just really worked up.

Stacy stands up and glares at me. This is why I never yell.

"You're never around anymore Chase! You're always busy with work or hanging out with the egos, or even that poor excuse of a best friend you call Bing!" She yells back, making my blood boil even more.

"I work to keep the food on the table and roof over our heads! I hardly ever go see the other egos anymore because I'm here with you and the kids!" I growl, not even bothering to mention Bing. I haven't seen the man in months because Stacy said he was a "bad influence for the boys."

But how dare she say all those things when all I EVER done, was for her and my kids?

"Oh shut up Chase, at least Nick will be a good role model for the boys, not some man that refuses to grow the fuck up!" She screams.

My eyes widened.

"T-the boys?" I whisper, the tears returning as I finally understand everything at once.

Stacy, now calm, nods her head.

"I'm taking the kids Chase, you need to be out of here by tomorrow."

I shake my head, I just keep shaking my head.

"Stacy please, please, I'll change, I'll be a better man, a better father, a better husband, just please, don't do this," I beg, I can't leave my boys. I just can't.

"Out by tomorrow, Chase, you can sleep on the couch tonight," she says, signing the papers, then handing me the paper and pen.

I glare at the paper, quickly signing then standing up. No reason fighting it.

I turn and see my boys, my babies, hugging and crying in the door way.

Stacy seems them too.

"I told you two to go play," she says, grabbing the papers and putting them back in the envelope.

"W-we heard s-screaming," Thomas said, clutching onto his little brother.

I kneel down and hug them both, more tears escaping my eyes. Heh, well what do ya know? About an hour ago, I was the happiest man alive, now? I'm losing everything.

I kiss the tops of their heads and then stand, walking to the master bedroom that me and Stacy share. I'm sorry, use to share.

I grab my suitcase and start packing. I text Herkin and ask if I can stay at his house for a bit, and that I'll explain everything when I get there.

I pack quickly, then hear a ding from my phone.

'Doc: Of course Chase, I hope everything is okay'

I put my phone in my pocket, then grab my suitcase and turn to the door. Stacy is standing there, leaning against the door way.

"I said you could stay here for the night," she says, I swear I can hear guilt in her voice.

I shake my head. I can't be here any longer. I won't survive my own thoughts.

"Why stay in a place where I'm not wanted?" I ask, sarcastically, walking past her.

"Chase, please don't be like that," Stacy says, as if being nice now will erase what she did.

I ignore her and turn to my son's. I grab my dogtag necklace that has a picture of me and them on it and give it to Thomas. I then reach into my bag and pull out a spiderman snapback hat and give it to Joey.

I hug Thomas super tight as he cries into my shoulder. I let him go and kiss his head once again, before turning to Joey.

He hands me a gray snapback that he had hidden behind his back. Taking it, I notice the tag on the inside.

'To the best dad in the whole world'  written in sloppily, probably by his brother.

Holding in my tears, I hug my baby boy and kiss his head. I stand up, wiping my tears, and turn to see Stacy watching us. I walk to the door, stopping right in front of her.

"I'm so sorry Chase, I never wanted it happen the way it did," she says, shifting from foot to foot.

I nod and look at my soon to be ex wife.

"I'm sorry that it happened too, but please Stacy, let me see my boys," I try once more, hoping to get through to her.

She shakes her head.

"Grow up first Chase, then we'll talk about it."

I stare at her, then I walk out the door, grabbing my keys off the table as I do so. I get into my Honda and start the engine. I look up at my families home one last time. I see my boys looking out the window crying.

I wave to them, then pull out of the drive way, and away from my son's. My life.