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"I already told you I'm sorry Anastasia. What else do you want me to say?" I hear Christian say, his voice soft.
The rattling of a drawer startles me. I back up against the wall to make sure no one knows I'm in the other room.
"How can you expect Hardin to forgive you if all these secrets just keep coming out one by one?"
"Three years Anna. Three years. What else do you want me to say? I fucked up! I get that. I was trying to get out of something that I got myself into back then and I fucked up!" Christian's voice gets louder.
"Don't raise your voice at me. We have two kids in the other room and your brother and his girlfriend in their room. I get you fucked up, and I'm here for you Christian!"
Christian speaks over Anastasia.
"Then what do you want me to say?" Christian says in defeat throwing his arms in the air.
He sits down on the stool at the kitchen counter putting his elbows on the counter, head in his hands.
"How do I know those men aren't going to come around here?" Anastasia says, her voice breaking slightly.
Christian looks up at Anastasia.
He takes her hands and pulls her closer to him.
"Baby those men aren't going to come near here. They're not going to hurt you or the kids. I won't fucking let them. Not this time." Christian says closing his eyes.
This time?
"What are you doing?" Theodore asks making me jump slightly. I turn around and smile.
"Oh my gosh you scared me!" I say, letting a long breath out.
"You're listening to them fight aren't you?" He whispers looking towards the kitchen.
"No I wasn't." I lie.
"They don't fight a lot. Mostly only when daddy does something wrong. Mommy gets mad. But they always make up, and then they kiss." He says making a disgusted face.
I can't help but giggle.
"Where's Hardin?" He asks.
"He's in our room taking a nap. He'll be out a little later?" I lie again.
"Is he mad at my daddy too?" Theodore looks down.
"No. He's not mad. Why would you think that?"
"Because daddy said that when him and Hardin were younger daddy got into a lot of trouble and Hardin got really really mad at daddy. He said uncle Hardin and him didn't talk to each other for a long time." Theodore says, looking towards the kitchen again.
"But they're trying to fix everything now. They made up." I lie.
"Then why did Hardin look angry today?"
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"Theodore dinners almost — hey Tessa i didn't know you were in here." Anastasia says, saving me from having to answer Theodores last question.
"Where's Hardin? Dinners almost ready." She smiles.
"He's in our room taking a nap. I'll go see if he's awake." I smile turning around towards the bedroom.
I take a deep breath and let it out.
What did Christian mean when he said it won't happen this time?
The curiosity still eats at my stomach. I want to tell Hardin what I heard but he's already so angry, I leave it alone.
