Fallen Into You (Crash Into You 2)

Chapter Six

Tom did pick Jacob up that weekend.

He turned up early on Saturday morning and Helen let him in while I was dressing Jacob upstairs. I headed down the stairs to see Tom standing awkwardly in the hallway.

"This is your house, you know." I muttered, as I walked up to him.

"Hmm. How's my little man this morning?" Tom avoided my gaze and looked at Jacob.

"Dada." His chubby little hands reached out for Tom and he scooped Jacob up into his arms.

"I have everything I need for him at my mums. I will bring him back on Sunday at 6pm if that's okay?" Tom spoke to me, still not looking at me.

"Please don't do this."

"I'm sorry, Sophie. See you tomorrow." Tom replied and turned to leave before I opened my mouth again.

I watched him buckle Jacob into his car seat then get into the driver's seat without even looking back at me. I slammed the front door shut and slid down it, tears falling down my cheeks.

What was I supposed to do all weekend without my husband and my son? Yesterday was bad enough.

I had finally gotten everything I've ever wanted since college. Well the CEO job was the main thing I wanted but a family was in the back of my mind. I had it all and now I felt like I was losing it all.

Maybe I could go into work and keep myself distracted?

I couldn't face going to work but I did do a bit of work from home in one of the guest bedrooms. I couldn't be in our bedroom at the moment, surrounded by his things; his aftershave, our wedding photos.

I ended up sleeping in the guest bedroom that night, but I really struggled to sleep. I missed putting Jacob to bed and checking on him. The massive house felt even more empty and so quiet. I didn't like it. My dreams were also awful that night. Josh's head popped up, but Tom came and rescued me but then he saw me in bed with Tristan. All the images just whirling around in my brain. I woke up quickly, covered in sweat and ran to the en-suite to throw up.

I wiped my mouth and brushed my teeth before getting back into bed, but it was no use. I couldn't get back to sleep. 4am. I couldn't get up now, so I lay in bed letting the images flash by in my mind, hating myself.

I waited until 6am before finally getting out of bed and heading to the kitchen. I sat down at the breakfast bar and stared into space for a while before getting up and switching on the coffee machine.

"Oh, Mrs. Parker, I am so sorry. I wasn't expecting you to get up yet." Helen greeted me, putting her grey flicked hair into a ponytail. "I can make your coffee."

"It's fine, don't worry. I don't expect you to wait on me during the weekends. Especially not this early." I replied, as I poured the fresh, hot coffee into a mug. "Would you like one" I asked her.

"Yes, please, if you don't mind."

I poured some coffee into another mug for her and passed it to her before sitting back down at the bar. Helen came to sit next to me and patted me softly on the arm.

"How did you sleep?"

"Not great at all. I slept in one of the guest bedrooms but just kept having bad dreams. I miss them both."

"I can imagine." Helen answered sympathetically.

"He will barely talk to me."