The Best and the Hardest Thing

Ours

I woke up in my bed still fully dressed from the previous night unable to remember how I got there. I opened my eyes squinting at the light coming from the slightly open curtain. I rubbed my eyes and checked my phone 10:30 it read. I jumped out of bed in a panic, I stared at the bed and noticed the pillows smeared with mascara and tears. What happened the previous night all came to me.

I groaned rubbing my temples and walked to the bathroom, I turned the shower on and began to scrub at my skin trying to wash off the guilt I felt. Once I got out, I put on a vest top and leggings and grabbed a hoodie from the back of the bedroom door, putting it on as I walked down the stairs. I didn’t feel like make up or dressing up. all I cared about was getting my son, apologising to my friends and sorting my relationship with my husband.

Just as I got my head in my hoodie I was approached by broad chested, toned Casey straight out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“uh, sorry. I thought you were asleep, I’ll just grab some clothes from the closet” he excused himself

“Don’t be sorry, this is after all your house.” I blushed, my stomach felt crowded with butterflies. If I wasn’t so depressed I would have probably pounced on him like a wild animal before he had even spoken.

“sleep well?” he asked

“Yea, thanks…how did I get there Casey?” I asked confused “to bed I mean”

“You passed out crying, so I carried you to your room” he said sadly “ I slept on the couch”

“Our room, you mean?”

“I need to get dressed” he muttered dismissing what I said before running up the stairs.

“I love you Casey” I blurted just as the door to one of the rooms upstairs slammed shut. I felt neglected; maybe Casey was over me and all the drama that came with me. After all he did say we might have stuck together for all the wrong reasons, but on the other hand he kissed me the previous night and I could feel the passion, the love, the want that he had for me. So I just couldn’t understand the change of mood. It was as if the kiss had never even occurred in the first place.

I sat on the kitchen counter eating some grapes as he came bolting down the stairs. I jumped of the counter and stood in the hallway

“I have to go, there’s an emergency at work, and I’ll come by to see Jayden tonight. Bye” he shouted closing the front door behind him. Soon enough the roar from his car sounded as he sped down the street.

I ran up the stairs and chose a pair of ballet flats from the closet and slipped them on,  I grabbed my phone and rang Erica to come pick me up. As I waited I got my purse and put in some toys for Jayden, diapers and a change of clothes. In the midst of things I began to get lost in thought of how things played since the announcement of my pregnancy with Jayden.

The glistening of my engagement ring in the hallway mirror brought me back to reality. I wondered if there would ever be a possibility of a reconciliation between Casey and I, After all Chris had come clean about everything and I honestly did love Casey but the question was whether he loved me enough to put up with my outrageously crazy family and all the drama that came with the package of being with me. Maybe after all we did speed into the whole marriage thing; we had the whole of our lives to decide whether we wanted to make the commitment. I guessed us getting married was for closure, the ribbon to the ideal family even though we actually weren’t the typical average family, but more of one of those families you would see in soap operas like the For better or worse by Tyler Perry.

I needed to hear Casey’s point of view before I told him mine. It would be good if we spent time apart, see if we really were meant to be and if we are then the saying that hearts do grow fonder must not be a myth. Obviously, we would agree on a schedule for him to have Jayden, but deep in my heart I hoped and wished that what had happened between us was all but a dream.

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