Hello. I love your content. You can write an image where Eddie Diaz and Female reader have a relationship and Eddie cheats on the reader with Christoper's teacher The reader finds out and Eddie repents and seeks to fix things. â¤ď¸đ
Note: this was a hard one for me to write. I had the fights and every thing down but the make up was difficult for personal reasons. But here you go!
It was the third night in 2 weeks that Eddie came home late from shift. When you asked him he would avoid eye contact and simply tell you he had been running errands. The first time you believed him, the second night you were doubtful but this time you knew better.
You were sitting on the couch watching some old movie. You werenât really watching you were distracted by the idea of your husband being with someone else. Christopher sat down on the couch next to you. He laid his head on your shoulder.
âMom, whereâs dad? He promised me he would be home in time to hear about my day.â Your step son asked. You squeezed his shoulder.
âI donât know buddy, I havenât heard from himâ you replied.
âWhy donât you go get ready for bed? You donât have to go to sleep yet but just get comfortable and watch a movie or play a video game.â You suggested. He agreed and went off to get ready.
Hours passed, Christopher fell asleep. You sat in the dark on the couch. You heard the front door unlock. You listened to the sound of his keys hitting the table.
âWhere have you been?â You ask startling him.
âOut, I had things to doâ he replied
âItâs 2 am, what could you be doing?â You replied getting mad.
âDonât start y/n, itâs been a long dayâ he whispered.
âOur son stayed up all waiting for his dad to come home so he could at least see him before bed, but you never showed, he fell asleep waitingâ you stated, walking towards the kitchen.
âHeâs my sonâ he replied. You stopped in your tracks.
âExcuse me?â You turned and stepped towards him.
âYou are just his step momâ Eddie replied coldly
âI am the one who packs him up and takes him to school, I am the one who holds him and tells him everything is ok when you decide not to come home, every time we get a phone call saying your hurt I am the one who comforts him. Donât you dare say Iâm not his momâ you say holding back angry tears. You push past him to the bedroom. He slept on the couch.
You wake up to the smell waffles and bacon. You make your way to the kitchen to find Christopher and Eddie making breakfast.
âGood morning buddy, whatcha got there?â You ask pressing a kiss to Christopher head.
âWe made breakfast!â He cheers.
Eddie walks over and tries to kiss your cheek. You pull away.
You put on a fake smile and sit down next to Chris, that boy turns it into a real smile though. You love hearing Chris talk about everything that makes him happy. You finish eating, Eddie says he will do the dishes.
You go get ready for the day. You take Chris to his friendâs house and run some errands. You get back to a spotless house. Eddie isnât there though. Your not surprised. You sit on the couch and attempted to read a book but you canât focus. A few hours past and Eddie comes home.
The odor of a strange perfume smacks you in the face. It all makes sense now. The late nights, the anger outburst, the secrets, he was having an affair. You put your book down.
âWho is she?â You ask calmly.
âI said who is she?â You ask
âWho is who?â He ask, playing dumb.
âCome on Eddie, donât play dumb, I deserve better, I deserve the truthâ you state, standing up.
He sighs and sits down on the couch solemnly. He runs his hands over this face.
âIâm sorry, ok? Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to let it go this far. I never meant to hurt you. Iâm sorryâ he whimpered
âWho is she?â I state, remaining calm and quiet.
âJulia, Julia Adamsâ he whispered.
âOur sonâs teacher!?â You reply shocked.
âIâm sorry, it started off as a tutoring session. She was helping me figure out the curriculum so I could help Chris, and then it slowly turned into moreâ he said sounding defeated. He gets up.
âI cant believe youâ you turn and lean on the table behind the couch. He walks towards you. He tries to rub your back but you pull away.
âIâm sorry Eddie, I need some timeâ you rush off to the bedroom to pack some stuff.
It had been a few days, you had tried to avoid Eddie as much as possible while still picking Chris up and taking him to and from school. You werenât ready to face him yet. You loved him but you didnât know if that love was enough to heal your open wounds.
You were staying with Hen and Karen while you picked your life back up. They were both at work and Denny was at school. You heard a knock at the door. Before you could answer it, you heard a voice.
âY/n, baby? Itâs me, please answer the door! I know youâre in there, please can we talk? I miss you! Please! Iâm sorry!â You didnât want to open it but you also didnât want him causing a scene.
You slowly open the door. You find a disheveled Eddie standing there.
âWhat?â You say coldly.
âCan we please talk?â He begs.
âIm listeningâ you reply backing up into the house to let him in. He follows you in and sits down.
âI screwed up, I know, I am sorry, but please donât give up on usâ he says trying to grab your hand.
âWhy shouldnât I? Seems like you already didâ you say pulling away, âjust tell me one thing, why? Why her, why anyone, was I not enough?â
âThats not it, I love you with everything I have, but she gave me a different kind of attention. You love me for me, she saw only the brave firefighter who would do anything for his son, with you, itâs well you see my bruised and battered heart and mind and love me anyway. I donât know, I guess I just liked being the hero again.â
For the first time in days you actually looked at him. He was worn out.
âEddie I love you and everything about you. You are a brave firefighter who would die for his son, you were a dedicated husband and friend. You beat your self down daily trying to be better than the day before. I love you because Iâve seen how far youâve came over the years.â You say grabbing his hands. âIâm sorry for rushing out the other day. I love youâ
