safe with me. / c yelich. ✔️

54.

n a d i a

"He tried to use the fucking lame excuse that it was the alcohol. But I know how Christian gets when he's drunk." I tell Aspen, the tears just running down my cheeks. "I can't believe he would do this...And right after our fucking honeymoon too!? Is he stupid!?" I buried my face in my hands as I just sobbed. Aspen pulled me close against her and just let me cry.

"You don't deserve that, babe...Did he explain himself?" Aspen asked, I just looked up at her and shook my head,

"I didn't let him. I just told him to get out." It had been nearly three weeks since everything happened. I didn't let him even try to tell the story, I was too mad. I didn't want to see him, and I definitely didn't want to have that conversation.

"Would you even listen to him if he tried to explain it?" Aspen asked me as she wiped under my eyes.

I shrugged, sniffling, "I was too pissed to even look at him. He kept saying it's not what you think, but his hands were all over that girl, Aspen..." I said as my voice cracked again and I choked out a sob. "He hurt me and he hurt our fucking son. Wyatt doesn't know where his daddy is and constantly cries for him because he's too young to understand that his dad is a piece of shit."

Aspen sighed, rubbing my back, trying to comfort me. She had been back home when all of this happened and the day she came back to Milwaukee, I knew I needed to tell her and just talk to someone about this.

"So that's it? You're just ending things like that?" She questioned, making me realize that I hadn't really told Christian what I was thinking.

"I..I never really told him we were done, I just told him to get out. I have no idea where he is, and I don't know if he'll even want to come back to me. I hurt him.." I sniffled, crossing my arms, "But he hurt me too, even if it was unintentional..."

"You need to talk to him, Nadia. I know you're mad and upset with him, but, talking to him and allowing him to explain himself might be worth a shot."

I shake my head, knowing I need to stand my ground, "No. If he wants me back, he'll fight for me. I'm not just gonna let him waltz back into my life. He's hurt me before, and he's going to have to show that he wants me more than ever."

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c h r i s t i a n

I fucked up. I was a fucking idiot, I knew she was going to find out and my dumbass didn't tell her right away. I should've. But, I didn't. And now I was paying the price for it.

I hurt my wife. I hurt my best friend, the one person I love the most. The person I would take a fucking bullet for. She was gone, just like that. I wanted her back, but I don't know if she felt the same about me.

She didn't give me really any space to explain what happened. It was a quick thing and it ended in her yelling and getting mad and telling me to leave. So, I did what she wanted me to do, and I left.

The guilt ate me alive, I just wanted to talk to her. I wanted to go back home and be with my wife and my son.

Wyatt. My handsome son, probably so clueless on where his dad is. I just left him, not even saying goodbye. What kind of person does that to their kid? A piece of shit, that's what.

I had been staying at Ryan's for the last three weeks as I was practically kicked out of the house I shared with my family. There were so many times I wanted to go home and talk to her and just have Nads in my arms, but I wanted to wait until she was ready...

"You coming to BP?" Ryan asked me as I laid in the guest room, scrolling through my phone like I usually did. I just shook my head and looked up at him.

"I'm gonna skip this one out." I replied, sighing as I just looked back down at my phone. Ryan nodded and closed the door to the guest room and left, leaving me alone in this apartment.

I needed to go talk to Nadia.

***

I decided to shower up and make myself look like I wasn't a disheveled mess, when we all knew that was clearly the truth. I threw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie before grabbing my keys and drove back home. I missed my girl and my little man, I wanted to see them.

It took a lot out of me to grow up some nerve to get out of my car and walk to the front door and knock. It felt weird to me, honestly. I didn't like this. I wrapped my knuckles against the door a couple of times before I could hear Wyatt yelling for Nadia. He was so fucking grown up.

"I'm coming, Wyatt! Don't open the door, it could be a stra-...ger.." Nadia finished her sentence as she saw that I was the person behind the door. "Hi.."

I nodded and waved, "Hey."

"What's up?" She asked me, leaning against the door frame.

"Can we talk?" I asked her, noticing how upset she visibly was.

Nadia shrugged and moved out of the way to let me walk in, "Come in.." She said quietly as I walked in and she shut the door behind me. "Wyatt, go in your room for a bit. Mommy and daddy have to talk." She told Wyatt before he ran into his room and looked back at me, "What?"

I took a deep breath as I grabbed her hand, leading her into the living room where we sat on the couch. "I want to settle things."

Nadia looked at me, crossing her arms and just stared, "So start talking."

"I know that post is what pissed you off. But, you never let me explain myself and what happened that night. I don't remember that girl, I don't remember her name, I don't remember why she was all over me, I remember I was drunk off my fucking ass and I shouldn't have walked away from the group of guys I was with. It was stupid of me to go off by myself when I should be more aware of who I'm around and where I am." I started, Nadia just looked at me and nodded.

"I am not proud of what I did, I'm fucking ashamed and feel like the biggest idiot." I told her, "I ruined us. I understand if you don't ever want to see me again, if you want to just hit me across the face. But, I seriously am sorry, Nads. Deep down in my heart, I am so sorry for the pain I caused you, I miss you, and I miss Wyatt. It's not fair to you or him what I did. I just want to be with you, and I want to have a happy life and marriage. You're all I want, I don't want any other girl in the world. I told you that when we said I do.."

Nadia stayed quiet for a second and then took a deep breath, "I asked you before you left to be safe. To make smart decisions and that if you were to get drunk, that you would do everything in your power to contact me. Even if it was fucking 6 in the afternoon here and I was making dinner? I would've talked to you and made sure you were okay, Christian. That's what married couples do. You're my husband, and you're Wyatt's dad. What you did really hurt me, and it sucks that I had to find out through social media and not through the mouth of my husband. I think that's what stung the most."

I nodded, listening to her as she let out her frustrations.

"I forgive you," She began, "But, you are not to be going out unless you are with people I trust and people that I know are going to watch out for you, and take care of you. Your image is vital to you and your career, and it doesn't make you look like a faithful husband or a good father if you're out drinking and partying it up. It's not cool, Christian."

"I understand.." I mumble, looking down at my hands.

Nadia moved closer, sitting in my lap and tilted up my chin, "I am still upset, and I know it's going to take me a little while to get over it, as it's been three weeks now, but, I really do want you home with me and Wyatt. He misses you so bad... I miss you so bad..." She said, grazing her thumb across my cheek.

"I'm never letting you go again, Nads. I promise you that."