#carsonbaker

“I told you I quit,” Brian said, sitting down with a corona in hand.

They were currently at one of Tej’s cribs, everyone had vacated apart from them, something Brian manufactured. They were sitting on opposite ends of an L-shaped leather couch. The lights were dim and slow Jams played in the through the room.

“But you went back, workin’ undercover ‘cause they’re on your ass and now you’re stuck doin’ shit you don’t wanna do.” She pointed out, rolling her eyes at his shocked expression. “Your friend told me.”

“Dammit Roman,” he cursed, facing her with apprehension, “It’s not what you think.”

Carson shrugged, “You’re a cop O’Conner. You’re a liar, you lied to me, and I don’t even know why I’m sayin’ this to you. Leave, so I can get back to drinkin’”

He dismissed what she said, and leaned forward on his knees, “Why are you drinkin’? I thought Pink Gin was your favourite.”

Carson was drinking a Corona as well, something he never thought to see.

She tensed, “Things change people change.”

“You haven’t changed,” he shook his head.

“I had to. Repeatin’ mistakes is kinda my thing. Fall for bad men, liars, manipulators… I had to change so it doesn’t happen again. It can’t happen again.”

She wasn’t wearing her infamous pink clothes. She pulled off black effortlessly, but it wasn’t her. He knew that.

“You’re smart Carson, you have a big heart,” he said.

“Don’t pretend that you know me,” Carson scoffed.

“I love you.” That’s how I know you.

“Ewww, stop. Go. I don’t need to hear this bullshit,” she grimaced.

Brian sighed, “It’s not bullshit. I wouldn’t lie about that. Ever.”

“Sure,” she said wryly, side eying him when he seemed to shift closer.

“I’ll prove it to you.”

“No you won’t ‘cause I know you.”

“You do. All those shitty things I did, hurt you. But you know that I could take it back in a heartbeat.” He said, so sure of himself. “But I’ll prove it to you. This to you. Let’s play a game.”

“No,” she took a swig of her drink and averted her gaze.

“A drinkin’ game. You answer the question, I drink. You don’t answer, you take an item of clothin’ off.”

Her eyes widened, “You’re sick.”

“What do you have to lose?”

“Nothin’ thanks to you.” She retorted, his face stilled.

He cleared his throat, “Let me make it —“

“— up to me. I know.” She groaned, realising he wasn’t gonna leave her alone. She doubt he ever would. “Fine. Hearin’ your voice is more bearable when I’m drinkin’.” She mockingly gestured to him, “Ladies first, you start.”

His stupid grin made her roll her eyes again.

“Do you still love me?” He asked, gaze trained on her, waiting an answer.

“Really?”

“Yes really.”

Brian suppressed a sigh when she didn’t answer but let his eyes wonder as she peeled off her shirt. Red lace caught his attention, the detailed bra he couldn’t help but fixate on.

“My eyes are up here.”

His eyes flickered up, to see her slightly glare, “I know. Your turn.”

She clicked her tongue before asking, “Have you hooked up with anyone since me?”

“No,” he didn’t hesitate.

She laughed, “Liar.”

Brian rolled his shoulders back, adding on, “I’ve tried. To get over you. But all I could think about was you.”

Carson begrudgingly took a sip of her drink realising he was telling the truth. She wasn’t how to take it, sure, it was a compliment or at least she thought it was. But he also wanted to forget her, get over her with various women.

“Have you hooked up with anyone since me?” Brian asked, maintaining eye contact.

“Yes.”

He clenched his jaw at the blatant lie, “Don’t lie to me Carson.”

“Fine no.” Brian grinned against his drink as he took a sip. “Shut up.”

“Lyin’ should mean you should take somethin’ else off…”he trailed off.

She quirked a brow, “You just wanna get me naked.”

He would never say no to that, “I want you. I can’t deny that Sonny.”

“Don’t call me that. And fine. The games the game, I’ll take somethin’ off.” Her shoes came off. “And now that’s three. This is unfair.”

“The game is the game.”

She scoffed, “Ugh, I shouldn’t have agreed for this.”

“Fine look.” Brian stripped off his top, amused that her eyes flickered to his chest. “Come closer.”

“What? No,” her nose scrunched up.

“You scared?” He teased.

“No.” She reluctantly shifted closer, not wanting to give him any satisfaction, “now drink.”

Brian took an another swig, before taking off his converse sneakers.

“You didn’t have to…” she trailed off.

“I know,” He nodded.

Two more bottles were opened, their words started to slur and bodies relaxed. Carson preferred to strip than be honest, Brian just liked taking off his clothes.

“Do you want to go?” He asked, staring into her eyes.

“No.” It was the alcohol talking, she told me herself. “Do you want to stay?”

“No,” he answered cheekily.

“Liar.”

Brian stripped down to his boxers and socks.

“You did that on purpose,” Carson accused, taking an unnecessary sip.

Both of them ended up drinking more. One bottle turned to two.

“You miss me,” he said.

She took of her skirt and socks, leaving her in her red underwear.

He was practically drooling.

“You want me,” she stated.

Brian took off his socks as if he didn’t want to scream ‘yes’ at the top of his lungs.

“You love me.”

Carson stilled, before unclipping the back of her bra, letting it drop to her lap, before pushing it onto the floor.

Brian’s eyed her hungrily, senselessly shuffling closer.

“What was it that I did to you, that had you so horny?” She groaned at the question, despite the goosebumps rising all over her body. “Come on, tell me. Our secret.” He gestured between them, “Was it the neck kisses? I know how much you loved them.” His eyes were hungry with lust. “Or just me going down on you in public?”

“Brian.”

“You called me Brian,” he grinned. She had been calling him O’Conner all day, to prove a point and he was sick of it.

“That’s your name genius,” she sassed.

“Answer the question. You don’t. You still have a lot of clothes left to take off.” A thong was hardly anything, which is exactly why he wanted them gone. “Was it when I gripped your thigh when I was drivin’? Or stared at you and nothing else when I was speedin’?” Her breath hitched when she caught the veins in his hands. “Remember when you told me to pull over and just jumped on me.”

“I did not jump on you,” that caused him to lean closer, face contorting as he lifted a hand to lightly brush over her face, making her squirm in her seat.

“Rode me so hard, I forgot my own name.” He said lowly, “Come on tell me, baby.” He licked his lips, drawing her heated gaze. “What about me did you miss so much? That you couldn’t let someone else touch you ‘cause it wouldn’t be the same. I know what it was about you.”

“What was it?” She asked quietly.

“I’ll tell you when you sit on my lap.”

He thought he would be met with an argument, a fuss, but she slid across so easily, straddling his lap as he caressed her waist.

“You wanted this all along,” she tsked, playfully shaking her head.

“Never stopped,” he said, dipping his down to kiss each of her breasts, emitting a small ‘fuck’ from the Baker Driver. “That’s what I missed. The moans. No one sounds like you. No is better than you,” he groaned when she started to move against him, grazing his hardened state as she grinded against him. “That’s it, good girl.”

“We shouldn’t.” She said breathily.

He tugged her closer, “We should.”

“Suki’ll be back soon.”

“Then we’ll have to be quick.”

“You were never quick,” she whimpered.

“And you’re never quiet baby, just keep moving like that.” He guided her hips. He was painfully hard. “Shit. I’ve missed you. Just like that.”

She bit down on her bottom lip, “Just like that.”

“You just had to wear this red number didn’t you?” His fingers briefly trailed over her thong.

A small giggle escaped her, “Prefer it to pink?”

“Nothing will beat pink on you. But this, shit.”

Their lips finally met in a lustful frenzy. She gripped his hair, whilst pulling his boxers down, and the next they knew his dick was freed. He slid it under her, pulling her hips back down and moving her thong to the side. At the sensation of his dick rubbing her slit, she threw her head back with a whine. Desire roared through her like a bullet.

She was dripping against him.

Carson’s head tilted back as she rolled her hips.

His hands moved to grip her ass, encouraging her to keep riding him. All she could feel was him. All she wanted to feel was him. Gasps and moans slipped from her as she allowed herself to be overtaken and drawn into an ocean of pleasure. She could feel herself rising higher and higher, riding the wave. Her mind was becoming delirious from the fire in her veins and the motion of her hips rocking over his exposed dick.

“That’s it.” Brian grunted, he couldn’t look away, thrusting against her making her back arch. “And you wanted to lie and say you didn’t miss me, huh,” He licked a scalding line up her sternum, only to swirl his tongue around one of her nipples, making her cry out. "Come, baby."

She chanted. "Please."

He watched her unashamedly as her orgasm hit her. Her lips parted, eyes closed and head thrown back, mewing loudly. After her euphoric wave washed over, Brian’s thrust staggered, before he retracted his dick and spurting onto her stomach.

“Fuck.”

Ragged breaths escaped her as she stared at him, struggling for breath.

Seconds passed when Brian thought regret seeped through, but she instead, gently palmed his cheek, bashfully and drunkenly smiling at him before drawing him into a sweet kiss.

He whispered, “Let’s go to my place, we can continue this there.”

——

a/n:

thank you for the request, took me a while to figure out what I wanted to do. Alcohol and feelings shouldn’t mix!

It was luck that they hadn’t been caught by a security guard at the back of a Walmart parking lot.

His shirt was off, and Jean-shorts by his knees along with his boxers. It was a shock her dress shirt still clung to her body, given how much they both were panting.

“We need another condom,” Carson breathed out, dazed as her eyes fluttered open.

“I don’t have another one,” Brian managed to say, searching his pockets.

“Fuck.”

He turned back to her with a sheepish look, “Maybe we could just risk it.”

“Fuck no,” she tiredly pushed against his chest. “Boy, we’re not doing that.”

“I’m clean I swear,” he exclaimed, as if to convince her.

“We need protection.” Carson wouldn’t risk it. “You’re not gonna accidentally knock me up.”

“I’ll pull out,” he weakly tried, leaning closer to her.

“You won’t.”

“How are you so sure huh?” He asked cheekily.

“Because you’ve been moanin’ about how good I feel.” She taunted, running her nails down his chest, “You love it too much to pull out.”

“I do,” Brian admitted, licking his lips. “I do.”

“Then no more sex,” She said, worn out, “but you can give me head.”

“Oh I can, can I?” He teased.

“Yeah,” she bit down on her lip as he started kissing down her stomach before finding solace between her legs again. “Fuck.”

——

“Brian —“ a moan silenced her. Brian immediately kissed her thighs before lapping up her core. “Fuck.” Her body trembled as he gripped her thighs, stopping her from running away. He was relentless. Having brought her to his place he wasn’t gonna waste the opportunity. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Back arching, moans slipping, hair gripping, it was all too much for Carson.

“Brian stop. I can’t — just… just fuck me.” She glanced down panting as she tried to shake him away.

Brian’s chest heaved up and down as he finally let her go, mouth salivating and wet before he licked his lips seeing her shuffle onto his bare lap.

“You sure?” He panted, looking up at her in awe.

“Yes.” Only her voice wasn’t desperate enough for him.

And so Brian rose up onto his elbows, “You want it?”

“Yes,” she huffed, stifling a moan when he shifted, causing his dick to skim her centre.

“You want me,” his eyes marvelled at the realisation.

“Brian shut up,” she whined, smacking his chest.

“Just say it real quick.”

“Get a condom,” she retorted, only for him to fully sit up, lust-filled eyes meeting hers.

“Say it.”

“I’ll just go,” she grumbled out, daring to move but his grip on her waist was firm.

She squealed when he flipped them over, letting out a breathy moan when he ground into her.

“No you won’t. You’re staying, so lay your stubborn ass back and tell me the truth.”

His taunts were effective, as were the kisses he trailed along her chest.

“Fine. I want you,” Carson had to confess, through her whining.

“Wasn’t so hard was it?”

“Just like you,” she quipped, though, he was more than hard. He felt as if was about to explode between her damp upper things.

“Oh, okay,” he grabbed a condom, with lightning speed, ripping the packaging with his teeth and sheathing it on.

“Brian what — I’m kidding. Oh,” her head tossed back when he thrust into her without warning, “fuck.”

“Not so hard huh?” He grunted.

Carson kept quiet, not trusting her words as his breath tickled her ear when thrusted deeply. Speechless. All the air from her lungs was being pushed out with every touch, caress and kiss.

It was all-consuming, his passion and his lust. It was gentle yet vigorous. He wouldn’t stop until he had her begging for more. He didn’t care if he would eventually lack the energy, just as long as she was satisfied.

Her words were gargled as she tried to make out a simple statement. He found amusement in her struggle. She swallowed thickly. "Yeah, right there..."

“Right here?” He teased, eyes were hooded, “What was that? You want me to go deeper?”

“Please,” her nails found his shoulders, and the heels of her feet found the dip in his lower back. It prompted him to do as she begged. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”

And just like that, Brian had another chance with the girl he loves, only he would have to work hard for it when morning came, the alcohol drained from their systems and she was pissed all over again.

a/n:

i forget how freaky these two are!

Vince scoffed, his glare never left Brian’s retreating figure until Leon and Jesse pushed him outside. Letty followed Dom, deciding to help him with the rest of the food prep, whilst Mia and KeKe helped pick up anything broken to toss in the trash.

Carson rolled her eyes as she joined Brian in the upstairs bathroom. Her dress would’ve gotten ruined if she hadn’t moved away from her boyfriend who had tussled with Vince until Dom got involved and pulled them apart with Jesse and Leon’s help.

Brian was against the sink, watching as she pulled out the first aid kit in silence, brows pinching together when she didn’t say anything to him, and just sighed to herself.

“You’re gonna give me the silent treatment, really?” He exacerbated, as she pulled out bandaids, cotton pads and hydrogen peroxide.

“Just stop movin’,” she muttered when she got him to wash his hands.

“He insults us and I get the cold shoulder? I don’t believe this, you’re supposed to be on my side.”

She frowned, “There are no sides Brian, and drop that base from your voice, I’m not the problem here.”

He laughed in disbelief, “Oh, and I am?”

“I never said that," she sighed, trying to wipe the cuts as he winced at the pain.

“You’re not denying it," Brian stressed, annoyed that she didn't have a problem with it.

“You didn’t have to react," Carson hated violence and her boyfriend seemed to be constantly around it.

He scoffed, “So I’m just supposed to take his shit.”

“I never said that either," she retorted, "Hold still." Brian cursed when the hydrogen peroxide coursed over his open wounds, "Sorry."

“Then what are you sayin’? ‘Cause to me it just sounds like you think I’m in the wrong," he gritted out, body digging into the sink as he felt some pain. "That I’m the issue, and I should just sit back and let guys like Vince walk all over me.”

She rose a brow, “Guys like Vince?”

He rolled his eyes, “Here we go.”

“Here we go what?” She looked at him, seeing how heated he was getting about this.

“You’re focusin’ on that, really?”

“He’s my family so watch how you talk about him," she exclaimed.

“I’m your boyfriend and you’re actin’ like that don’t mean nothin’”

“You know that’s not true," her shoulders slumped. "You mean so much to me. Brian, you know that.”

“Do I?”

“You know you do.” She paused, pulling out a large bandage and cut it in half, “It’s just…”

“It’s just what?”

“You didn’t have to punch him," she stressed, applying some cream before wrapping his wounds.

“Yes, I did," he groaned, as she took a step back, “We hold hands and it’s a problem, we smile at each other it’s a problem, You sit on my lap and we kiss suddenly he can’t take it anymore and makes digs. If it’s at me I get it, he hates me, but the second he calls you naive, or an idiot, I'm not gonna sit back and do nothin'."

"Well I can see that," Carson gestured to his sore hands, "and I'm not some pushover, I can handle Vince, I'm just tired of the drama."

"He's the drama," he said, calmer.

"Says the guy with bloody fists," she teased, putting away the first aid kit and coming to stand between his legs.

"Well, they match his busted lip."

She couldn't help but laugh, "I appreciate you defending me, I do."

"I'll always defend you, you know that," Brian wouldn't let any harm come to her, even if it was just stupid words.

"But you need to keep that temper under control, you could've ripped my dress."

"Let me see," he cooed, trailing his hand down to the hem, "Sorry baby."

"Yeah I know, it's fine just calm down sometimes," she pleaded, with a pout.

"I'll calm down when he learns that I can kiss you whenever I want," Brian said, sternly, snaking his arms around her waist, "touch you, take you out and he can't do a damn thing because we're together alright? or I'll start thinkin' he's actin' more like a jealous ex and less like a brother."

"Alright, alright, you’re all cleaned up," she gently patted his chest, "lets go."

"Wait, wait, wait, let me kiss you, before we go down stairs, couldn't wanna get interrupted again would we?"

Carson laughed into the kiss.

—

Passive.

She wasn’t questioning anything he did. She would concede any time he suggested they do something. She wouldn’t argue.

It didn’t make sense to him.

And quite frankly it was annoying him.

“Baby?” He called out from beside the kitchen sink, looking at the soapy dishes.

She replied, turning down the television, “Yeah?”

“I don’t wanna wash the dishes, can you do it?” He asked.

Now, the dishes were Carson’s nemesis. She would claim they ruined her nails whenever she did them. She hated it, and everyone knew it too. Apart from being a damn good racer, she was known for being a brat. A brat who was too good for washing up the dishes.

Brian hoped she wouldn’t accept his plea but the fact that she stood up from the couch and met him where he stood rubbed him the wrong way.

“Sure,” she agreed, approaching with a timid smile.

Before she tentatively grabbed the gloves, he said, “Don’t.”

“What?” She turned to him, watching as his brows furrowed.

“I said don’t.”

She asked, “So you asked me to do the dishes and now you don’t want me to?”

“No, I’m tellin’ you don’t. I’m givin’ you an… order.” Brian grimaced at his choice of words, but the expression turned into a frown when she barely reacted.

“…okay.” She breathed out.

Once again not putting up a fight.

“No, it’s not okay.” He rushed out, startling her.

“But you said —“

“No. Stop this.” He said almost pleadingly.

She blinked at him, “Stop what?”

“It feels like you’re apologisin’ for being alive Carson.”

Carson. He only called her that when he was irritated.

Carson gulped, “I’m sorry.”

He groaned into his hands, then pulled them away seeing her wince.

“Don’t…” he huffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Did I do somethin’ wrong? Did I piss you off somehow and is this your way of gettin’ back at me?”

“What are you talkin’ about?” Her voice sounded small.

Something he didn’t want but he needed to get to the bottom of it.

“You agreed to do the dishes,” he stressed, motioning to them.

She sheepishly shrugged, “And?”

“You once said that doing the dishes is hard labour and you’d rather have your tyres slashed than do them.” He studied her closely, seeing her open her mouth to speak then keep it closed. “See this is what I mean, why aren’t you puttin’ up a fight?”

She inhaled deeply, “I… I’m confused, you wanna argue?”

“I want you to be you.” He emphasised, earning a look of confusion.

“By arguin’?”

“By not agreein’ with me on everythin’.”

Carson fiddled with her fingers, trying to find a response, “I’m not doin’ that.”

Brian softly scoffed. “Then what are you doing? Explain it to me because it’s been days and I’m not the only one who’s noticed.”

“Brian… I don’t wanna… piss you off,” she quietly defended.

She nearly looked away at the slightly annoyance on his face. This is what she wanted to avoid.

“How would you piss me off? What, by being you? You could never piss me off.”

“I did last week,” she confessed.

But he didn’t seem to understand.

“What?” Brian was hoping she would explain further.

Carson reluctantly started, “You were watchin’ the game.”

“Right.” He slowly nodded along.

“I asked you to help me with the laundry and you snapped at me.”

He scrunched up his face in confusion, “What?”

“I called your name a few times and someone must’ve scored or somethin’ because you weren’t respondin’. I called you to help me and you just raised your voice and said —“

“ — ‘relax, stop naggin’ me.’ Shit.” He ran a hand through his hair.

She kept explaining, “In the past, guys usually get sick of me. Pretty quickly actually.” She let out a laugh of disbelief, “It usually starts off the same way. Snappin’ or yellin’ at me for stuff I don’t understand or claiming I’m overbearin’. I didn’t realise that I started doin’ that. I don’t wanna lose you Brian so I’d rather just keep quiet.”

His hands dropped to his sides as he shook his head, “No.”

“What?”

“Don’t you ever keep quiet.” His sternness almost made her wince, “Your ability to not take shit, especially from me is one of the things I love about you. I didn’t even realise that happened last week. That I yelled at you, you got triggered… baby I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” She muttered.

“It is.”

Brian hated that she thought he was pulling away because of the incident. He hated that she started pulling away because of it and that she was quietly regressing.

He also hated all the guys that made her feel this way and despised the fact he lowkey was one.

She waved him off, “I should’ve told you.”

“No, I should’ve realised. I know you don’t like being yelled at. I didn’t even realise I did it. I was distracted and I’m sorry.” He stoped closer, fortunately she didn’t step back, “You shouldn’t have to make yourself be small because I’m being an ass.”

She murmured, “You didn’t know.”

“Well now I do.” A smile tugged at his lips.

She subtly nodded, she squinted at him, “So you’re not gonna make me do the dishes right?”

He laughed, “Please, as if I’d let you ruin this manicure.”

He took her hands in his, then kissed them.

“Thanks Bri.”

She pecked his lips a few times.

When she went to pull away his hands settled on her waist, drawing her back in.

“Let me show you how sorry I am,” he whispered against her lips. She hummed in agreement. He quickly picked her and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his legs. “I’m so sorry.”

a/n:

Location: Brazil.

Where they had their honeymoon.

He just prayed it was the perfect destination for them.

“Carson?” Brian called out to her, seeing she was still on the phone to Suki. Asking about how Jessie was, if she ate, if she asked for them, if she was scared without her parents. “She’s fine. Trust me she’s in good hands.” He heard her finally hang up with a huff. Their clothes were still in their suitcases, that remained at the entrance of the villa they resided in. A few people owed him some favours at his job, so he didn’t hesitate to call them in, especially for his wife. “Let’s take a look around. We’re staying here a while.”

She gulped, “You said 4 days.”

“Right, that’s good, you needed a break.”

“You weren’t listening to me,” she let out a groan as she folded her arms.

His shoulders slumped, “I was.”

“I said I needed help. I needed what you promised me. Not a holiday. Brian, have you ever realised I have never spent more than a day away from Jessie?”

“I’m aware and this is why this would be good. A good time just to relax.” He was immediately starting to realise maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. She was panicking. Shaking at the thought of being in a different country. And what made matters worse was she had begun to leak. “Baby…”

“Fuck,” tears pooled in her eyes when she noticed, clutching at her breasts. “I… please tell me you packed — never mind.”

“I did, it’s in the car,” Brian assured her, he made sure the pump was the first thing he packed. Luckily aware of each feeding time. Even though Carson was still breastfeeding, she was weening Jessie off of it, and starting her on formula. Luckily there were bottles in the fridge back home and milk lollies in the freezer since Jessie was teething. “I’ll go get it.”

Carson struggled to contain her tears when Brian raced out of the villa, leaving her in her own exhaustion. She didn’t want to be here. She just didn’t. Driving, then being shipped, was tiring and cramped. Not even the music could comfort her. I just need help, not a fucking holiday. It appeared Brian had planned a few things for them to do. The beach was one of them. The beach where her whole body would be on show.

She tugged at the mesh cover that cascaded over her thighs. Thighs she didn’t want to look at. Thighs that were glowing in the sun but she didn’t seem to care about that. The weather only worsened her mood. As were many young bodies that ran passed her and her husband as she tried lying down on a beach chair.

“Want some more water?” Brian gestured to the almost empty bottle on the table between them. He sat up, feet sinking into the sand whilst he stared over his wife’s body. “Whatever you’d like Sonny.”

“I’m fine.” She readjusted her cover for the 10th time.

“You’re gonna get way too hot in that thing,” he said, pulling off his shirt, it was clinging to him. The sweat had seeped through and he couldn’t take it. What he didn’t know was his perfect toned body irked her more. “C’mon baby, wanna put this on me?” He held up a bottle of sunscreen, catching her attention. As did the many eyes that cut to her husband when they looked over. “You know you hate if I get sunburnt.”

Swallowing the knot in her throat, she nodded, cautiously getting up, clutching her cover, hoping it didn’t ride up.

The sand made her stumble between his legs, where his hands caught her waist and stabled her.

“Ah,” he chuckled, grinning cheekily up at her. “You’re so beautiful. Don’t know how many times I’ve said that today, but I need to say it more.”

“Pass me the bottle,” Carson held out her hand, dismissing his compliments. His amusement almost faltered, had she not been standing so close. His hands didn’t want to stop caressing at her sides. One more minute and her body would stop tensing. But her demand was clear and so he passed her the bottle. “Thanks.” She mumbled, popping open the lid, and squeezing its contents into her hand. She rubbed it into her hands and then into his shoulders. He didn’t look away when she repeated the same thing until he caught her hands. “Brian, I need to get your back before you burn.”

“Can you please relax?” He said almost pleadingly. “I know I disrupted your schedule. Everything. But I’m trying. I want you to come to me when you’re worried.”

Carson tensed again, shrugging out of his hold and rounding the beach chair, wanting to finish what he had asked before.

“I’m sorry.” He didn’t stop talking, even if he couldn’t see her expressions on her pretty face. “I just need you to know that.”

“Okay,” she settled on to at once she was finished. He craned his neck to the side, to see that she hardly reacted to his apology. “What?”

“That’s it?” His eyes followed her as she began walking back to her chair.

She said nothing else, rolling her yes at anyone leering at her husband, frustrating her more. Brian didn’t press again. Despite the boiling sun and the raving locals, Carson didn’t care much to look around at the place she once loved.

And so when they returned to the villa, their arguments only crept up again, as the sun was bleeding into the horizon.

Her bikini and cover dropped onto their bedroom floor as he trailed after her in his trunks and flip-flops.

“You literally told me, everything I do is my job.”

Brian frowned, “I know.”

“You literally made me feel ungrateful,” she exclaimed, grabbing a hair band and pulling up her hair.

“I know and —“ Brian was cut off as she faced him, eyes simmering with rage.

“You don’t fucking know Brian. Do you know it feels like having a kid and you try and try and give her everything you never got and it feels like she doesn’t feel it? Like she doesn’t feel the love I feel?”

“What…” his breath hitched in his throat as his gaze darted over her contorted features.

She breathed out, “She likes you more than me.”

“She doesn’t.” Brian instantly denied.

“She liked you because you’re hardly around. Everyone loves the parent that isn’t really present.”

He couldn’t help but softly scoff, “Right.”

She groaned in annoyance, “What? Brian, you spend sometimes a week or two away from us. And when Jessie is finally asleep, and when Ultra is too, I don’t sleep. I can’t. I’m just alone.” She listed, feeling tears sting at her as she slumped against the wall they stood before, “Cleaning, washing, mopping, vacuuming, feeding, cooking, changing and then repeating it all over again.” Her throat felt raw, “I’m so fucking tired all the time and sometimes I just don’t want to be there. In that home. And sometimes… I don’t want…”

Brian’s blinking quickened when he caught on to her hesitant hints.

“What? To be a mom? To be my wife?”

“I guess,” her words escaped her before her mind could catch up.

Brian let out a shuddered breath, “Wow.”

“Don’t,” her jaw twitched, when she saw his downcast stare, “Don’t make me feel guilty. I already feel guilty enough.”

“I’m not trying to make you feel guilty,” he assured, yet her admission was like shards piercing his heart.

Carson swallowed harshly as she anxiously folded her arms, “It disgusts me, Brian. To know that sometimes I just wanna not…”

“You’re human,” he defended, following her every move.

“I’m a mom. And a wife and sometimes it’s too much,” she confessed, tears dared to escape her glossy eyes.

“I should’ve realised sooner.” He took a step toward them, wincing at the harsh light cast over them. “You felt alone. You were alone and I’m sorry.” Apologies were tumbling from his lips. “But that’s gonna change baby. You’re my wife and mother of our baby girl. The love of my life. I won’t let you get away that easy. Okay?” He assured. No, he promised as he stepped closer to her, determined to make her know every word he said he meant. Their hands grazed each other whilst he continued, “Raising a kid is both our responsibilities. Our jobs. Not yours alone.”

Not yours alone… she wanted to trust him. She needed to. For her sanity. For their marriage. For their daughter. For their future.

And so she nodded.

“Not mine alone,” she uttered, exhaling quietly as their foreheads pressed together.

“Not yours alone,” he repeated.

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a/n:

I felt this continuation was needed. Plus I like the angst between them.

“I can’t even see what you’re showing me?” She tiredly sat up on the couch.

He practically shoved the phone into her hand, “Here.”

How you livin’ Summer?

- JT

“The hell?” Brian exclaimed, setting his feet on the floor.

She glanced up in disbelief, “Why are you mad at me?”

“I wanna know why he’s textin’ you, why you even have his number saved?” He didn’t get why she wasn’t more understanding.

“He texts me stupid shit like that all the time. Usually happens when he’s drunk, it don’t mean nothin’” She turned off her phone.

“Why don’t you delete his number? Or tell to back off, unless you want him to text you?” He pressed, taking her phone back.

“You’re soundin’ really jealous right now,” she realised, turning to him and lowering the volume of the TV.

Brian scoffed, “No I’m mad.”

“What do you want me to do?” She questioned, frowning slightly.

“I’m not gonna tell you to do anythin’, I don’t wanna be one of those controllin’ guys but this ain’t right to me.”

“I’ll delete his number if you want,” she suggested, eyeing him as he got more pissed off. “Give me the phone — Brian.” She emphasised his name when he just turned back to the message on her phone he picked up, eyes manically reading over it. She rose onto her knees and snatched it off him, startled that his grip had been so strong. “There,” she deleted the contact from the phone. She showed it to him, letting his darkened gaze see before she tossed her phone round the side. “Happy now?”

He scoffed, “Don’t act like I shouldn’t be pissed about this.”

“I just fixed the issue,” Carson stated, huffing when he didn’t drop it.

“You should’ve deleted his number ages ago.”

“But I didn’t. And now I have. Because I’m with you,” she wrung out her hands. Frustrated she turned back to the television, curling into herself when his arms were still digging into his legs. “I’m sorry?” She didn’t know if she should apologise or not but he didn’t seem to be receptive to anything.

Brian just stayed quiet took the remote and turned up the sound.

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a/n:

didn’t know what to do with this one.