Scandalous/ A Jordan Knight FanFic (18+)✔️

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Jordan

Once I get Mia inside her house, I try to get her to sit in the kitchen and talk to me. She won't sit, nor will she talk. She goes straight to the fridge and grabs a full bottle of wine. She takes it into her bedroom and climbs right into bed, fully dressed, only stopping long enough to slip off her shoes. Then, she tucks the blanket up to her nose, so only her eyes are showing, burying the back of her head into her feather pillow.

I lean into the side of the dresser and wait for her to say something. She needs to get the words out. Keeping them locked in, replaying everything she saw, isn't going to make her feel any better.

"How about a bath?" I ask her. "I'll make the water really hot and—"

"I'm good just like this."

But she isn't good. She's far from it.

I move over to the bed and sit next to her, rubbing her arm through the comforter. "Tell me what to do."

She slips the bottle under the blanket, and it looks like she's guzzling some of the wine down. "Nothing. Just go. I'll be fine."

"I can't leave you like this, Mia."

"Yes, you can," she mumbles from behind the blanket. "I need some time to think, and I can't do that when you're here."

Thinking won't make her feel any better. Nothing will. Not after seeing her husband getting it up the ass, especially not after he told her that it wasn't his first time and that he had been doing it behind her back.

It's one thing to be unfaithful. She has done the same thing and isn't any better. But to lie about who he really is? That shit is wrong on so many levels.

"You don't have to hide from me," I tell her.

I try to move the blanket away from her face, but she wiggles away from me, sliding toward the middle of the bed.

"Please just go," she begs. "I can't do this with you right now."

I stand and walk to the doorway of her room, turning to take another glance at her. "If you need anything, I can be here in minutes."

"I won't." She holds the wine to her mouth and chugs more.

Fuck, I know that kind of pain. I know how it can eat at you.

I know how it changes your whole world.

"Mia, there's something I want to tell you." It's been a while since I thought about that moment in the hospital. I hate the way reliving it makes me feel, and I know that's coming through my voice. "Evelyn and I lost a baby. She was in her second trimester and miscarried. He—my son, Asher—was the reason we had gotten married. We had his room decorated, clothes in his closet, his goddamn name painted on the wall. And then he was just gone. It was the worst thing I've ever gone through. I wanted to know what I had done wrong, what I could have done differently to save him. I blamed myself, even after everyone said I shouldn't. But, at the time, I couldn't see past the pain. I just hurt like hell, and that was all I could focus on."

I close my eyes for just a second, wiping away the picture of his nursery. It's that image I always go back to. The place where I'd have brought him as soon as we got him home. Where I'd have put him to bed, where I'd have told him about my day on the ice.

"I'm telling you this because I know what it feels like to be blindsided. What happened isn't your fault, like losing my child wasn't mine. This isn't going to be the last thing in your life that causes you pain."