#this will suck

Evan had helped you move all of Connor’s clothes down to the guest room and you were so grateful. Now that everything of Connor’s was moved out of the master bedroom, you and your son and Evan sat on the large couch in the living room. On the large television your favorite Disney movie was playing, as you wanted to watch something Jason would enjoy. Evan sat with his left arm around your shoulder as you leaned on his chest, sleeping. Your little snoring was overpowered by the louder snoring of your little chubby son, who was leaning against your stomach. (Y/n) and Jason are so cute when they sleep, Evan thought to himself as he leaned his head against the back of the couch.

Vaguely noticing that the movie just ended, Evan’s eyes were fluttering closed. Even though moving all of Connor’s stuff was not much of a physically exhausting feat, watching you cry softly at everything that you two moved was the exhausting part. The dull sound of someone opening the garage door made Evan be on slight alert, but he was still tired. It was only when the door slammed shut that Evan was fully awake, being thrown into high alert.

The loud slam woke you and Jason up, you shouted in panic as your head shot off his chest, “OH MY GOD!!! WHO SLAMMED THE DOOR?!” You looked around, very very very frazzled. Your big eyes looked up at Evan as you asked, “Who was that?”

Jason starts crying at being suddenly thrown from his slumber. It was at that moment that Connor walked into the living room, chucking his briefcase down. Once Connor’s eyes focused on Evan, he glared while sneering, “Why are your arms around my wife, Evan?”

“Why are you home so early, Connor? It’s only 5:30… you usually stay at work until 7:00, what happened?” you asked, looking at your unfaithful husband while bouncing Jason on your lap gently.

Huffing, Connor crossed his arms and still glared at Evan. “That doesn’t matter, what matters is that I asked Evan a question. And I expect an answer,” the long-haired man growled.

Evan immediately pulls his arm away from you as he stammers, “I-I… well, we were just, just watching the movie and I di-did it without thinking. B-but… I don’t think she really minded. I was just being a good friend!”

You looked at Evan, nodding, “You’re right, I don’t mind that at all, Ev. Hey, since you helped out so much today, why don’t you stay for dinner? I’ll get up and make something! What do you want Evan?” You bounced up from the couch, bringing your young son with you, beaming at Evan. Under your beaming smile and Connor’s hard glare, Evan stammered out something simple. As you turned to go to the kitchen, you were stopped by the brooding man before you, who refused to let you pass. With a heavy sigh, and you situating Jason on your hip, you looked Connor in the face. “Oh, and by the way, Connor… you are officially moved into the guest room,” you spoke coldly.

Connor’s arms immediately dropped to his sides, the color of his face draining as he reached out for you. “But, (y/n), I—” he began, tenderly grabbing your upper arm.

Ripping yourself away from him, you growl, “Don’t you dare touch me, Connor! You’re luck I have just enough feelings for you to not kick you out. I know I could find someone more qualified to be a father-figure to Jason but… I do still love you, and Jason deserves to know you—as much as I want you gone. I’m being selfish… but a part of me hopes what happened was just a huge mistake… but, I don’t know.” Your voice grew sad as you talked, and soon you had to excuse yourself to the kitchen to make dinner.

Hearing the tone in your voice change, Evan got up and followed you into the kitchen—leaving Connor alone in the living room with the knowledge that he’s no longer welcomed into your former shared bedroom. He messed up and now he was stuck feeling sorry for himself, and for the marriage he may have officially ruined.

Connor walked into his study, which was shrouded in darkness, the time was 7:30 in the evening. Evan had left after dinner, saying he needed to get back to his mother, so now it was just the unfaithful husband left in the large house with his saddened wife and baby boy. Looking down at his briefcase for a brief moment, Connor knew he had a long night ahead of him. One that at the end of it, he knew he could not go snuggle up with his beautiful wife. Flipping on the light switch, the unfaithful young man felt a sense of dread wash over him.

He had to force himself to walk towards his desk, the pregnant silence of the room broken as the floor gently creaked and groaned under his heavy footsteps. Or, what he felt was heavy footsteps. Connor was feeling hopeless at the mess he caused because of his stupid affair. The stupid affair that arose because of a heavy, hurtful reason. A reason Connor had not thought about just talking to you about, because you yourself were still hurting due to what had happened. If only (y/n) had not had that happen to her almost two years ago. If only she had not l—

His thoughts were cut short as he slammed his leg into the corner of his desk. “FUCK!” he shouted in both shock and pain. Immediately, Connor sat down in his chair, set his briefcase on the desk and rubbed his clothed upper thigh. “God damn did that hurt, shit,” he hissed.

Subconsciously, his eyes watched the closed door of his study: he was waiting for you to come make sure he was okay. A part of his mind knew you would not care after his affair came to light, but the hopeful side of his mind held out hope that you would come. That you would open the door and peak your head into his study, your eyebrows furrowed in worry as you asked what had happened. He can hear you clearly in his head. Asking him in a soft voice, as to not wake up Jason, “Are you okay, honey?”

But, you were not coming to check on him. You had no reason to care right then. He knew that and after a few moments of rubbing his leg, Connor turned his gaze to his briefcase. “Time to get to work,” he said to himself.

Hours went by and the next time Connor looked at the clock, it was 11:45 at night. He needed sleep and he somehow managed to finish the three stacks of work his boss made him bring home. “I finished my work… I can call it a night,” he yawned to himself. Packing up his briefcase, Connor stretched and stood up from the chair. With his work in tote, he walked out of his study, shutting off the light.

The sleepiness was quickly getting to his mind, and he stopped at your bedroom door—thinking, in his sleepy stupor, that is was still his too. Twisting the doorknob, Connor silently slipped into the room, setting his briefcase by the door. As he stumbled, somehow silently, through the dimly lit room, Connor tugged off his clothes, leaving them strewn across the floor. Walking over to the side of the bed that was formerly his, Connor yawned yet again, lifting up the covers and slipping into the bed beside you.

Your body’s warmth made Connor let out a soft grunt in appeasement as he cuddled close to you, spooning you effectively. Soon, Connor found himself feeling frisky, despite his sleepy logical side telling him that, a) he was in the wrong room and, b) not to do what his sleepy horny side wanted. Without much thought, his lips brushed across the shell of your ear and he runs his hands up and down your sides, wanting you to wake up to give him permission. “(Y/n)… wake up,” he grumbles in a sleepy, groggy voice.

Slowly but surely, you woke up and felt yourself being touched, and someone’s lips brushing against your ear and neck. “Hm?” you hummed sleepily, almost giggling at the feeling of lips against your neck, “who… mph… who’s there?”

With a pout, Connor said sleepily against your ear, “It’s your husband…”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?!” you shrieked, now fully awake. You jumped out of the bed, hissing at Connor, “What are you doing touching me?! I told you not to! Get, get out of my room, Connor!” You were disgusted that his filthy lips had touched you and started rubbing your neck in the spot where Connor had been kissing. “This isn’t your fucking bed anymore. I want you out.”

The shrieking woke Connor up slightly from his dazed state. “What are you saying…? This is our room… now come the fuck back here and let’s wear each other out. Mmmmm… let’s fuck,” he cooed lustfully, yet incredibly sleepily.

You clenched your jaw, gritted your teeth and were tempted to just kick him out, but you wanted to toy with him for a moment. Rationalizing why you had not kicked him out, you decided that he deserved to play with after playing with you and your emotions for a year. Your jaw unclenched and your lips twisted from a frown into a devious smirk. “Oh? You really want that, sir?” you purred, walking to the end of the bed, in front of Connor.

Connor watched you with dark, tired, lusty eyes. “Yes,” he hissed in pleasure, “I want that, my little wife.”

You crawled up to Connor, grinning wildly, like a wild woman. Speaking in a soft, innocent voice, you rubbed his inner thigh through the heavy comforter, “What do you want your wife to do first, sir? Suck you off? Or maybe you want the main course already.” Amusement filled your senses as you saw the lust building behind Connor’s eyes. Oh, if only he knew the horrid plan you had planned for him.

“I want you to suck me off, baby girl,” he growls, digging one of his hands into your (h/c) locks. “Now get to it,” he commands.

You rolled your eyes, playing along, you let Connor pull your head close to his crotch. Teasingly, you ran one hand up his bare stomach, snickering silently as Connor’s skin jumped and he let out a soft shiver. “How badly do you want it, sir?” you teased, pulling the comforter down over his boxers. The only honest response from your body was how instinctively you licked your lips as you saw the bulge in Connor’s boxers. “Ah, so hard for me already?”

The two-timing man above you sucked in a breath as he spoke in a shaky, lustful voice, “Yeeess. I am. Now wrap those lips around me.”

Curling your fingers around the waistband of his boxers, you chuckled up at Connor. “You really want my lips around your hard, throbbing cock, Connor?” you asked as you pulled his boxers down. Gasping as it came into view, you said, trailing your index finger up the shaft, “Oh my, it’s been such a long time since I’ve seen your cock, Connor. It’s so hard… all for me?” Leaning down, you brushed your lips against his shaft, giggling airily as Connor moaned.

“Yes, yes! All for you, angel!” he moaned, tugging your hair. “Just fuck, please do it! Stop fucking teasing me!”

Pressing a kiss to Connor’s navel, you pulled his boxers back over his hard erection. A loud whine escaped his throat and you flopped to your side of the bed, hissing, “Then you shoulda thought about that before fucked that slut. Now, get the fuck out of my bed!” With that, you shoved Connor out of your bed. He landed on the floor with a loud thump, and you waited for him to stand up for you to roll out of bed.

“What the FUCK is your problem?! You just pushed me out of our bed!” Connor sleepily shouted.

You walked over to him, behind him, then proceeded to push him towards the door. “My problem is you, right now, Connor! This is no longer your bedroom! You cheated on me, you have been kicked out of the room we once shared. Your new room is downstairs by the garage! NOW OUT!” you quietly shouted, pushing Connor out of your room. Quickly, you gathered his clothes, picked up his briefcase and threw them at him. “Now go to fucking bed you two-timing piece of scum!”

Connor looked over his shoulder at you, a confused look in his tired eyes. “What do you mean, babydoll? I’m not cheating on you, why would I? You’re so perfect…” he whispered.

He saw the frustrated tears swelling in your eyes as you spat at him, “You little fucking liar, get out of my room and I don’t want you back here!” You pushed him out of the room and slammed the door behind him. “Stay away from me, asshole,” you said through the door.

Kicked out of the room he thought was his, in his sleepy stupor, Connor grumbled to himself as he picked up his briefcase and clothes then proceeded to make his way down to the guest bedroom by the garage. Opening the door to his new room, Connor groaned sleepily as he walked over to the bed, haphazardly throwing his briefcase to the floor. “God, I am so tired,” he mumbled to himself as he face-planted into the pillow, not even worrying about the covers.

For the rest of that night, Connor had dreams of his life with you and Jason. You three were a happy family that had forgotten all about what he had done in the recent dark spell of his life. He knew, even in his dream, that he did not deserve your forgiveness or even the chance to still have a family with you. However, you were forgiving and gave him the second chance he did not deserve; that alone was one of the multitude of reasons why he loved you so much. And why Juliet had meant nothing to him—she just strolled into his life at a very dark point in his life.

Connor woke up to muffled giggling, feminine giggling. “Why is she giggling so early in the morning?” he asked himself as he got up from the bed, throwing the covers off his body. He vaguely remembered waking up in the middle of the night to get under them. Throwing on a undershirt, he got out of bed and walked out of his room. “Hey,” he called out to you, walking into the living room.

Your giggling was further still, originating from the kitchen. “Oh my GOD, tree boy, you are hilarious! You should totally come over after you get off of work today—Jason adores you, and you’re my rock through all of this malarkey,” you said to your phone.

Evan’s laugh echoed through the kitchen, telling Connor you had him on speaker. “Yeah, maybe I will. Because I love little Jason, he’s so cute, like his mama,” he said, the smile on his lips was heard through the phone.

Connor walked into the kitchen and saw you fixing breakfast, chuckling at Evan’s words. “Oh so you’re only coming to see Jason, not because you’re my friend and want to cheer me up?” you joked in a pouty voice.

“Oh no, definitely. I am only coming to see your son. I obviously don’t care about you, I only helped you out yesterday,” he joked back.

Clearing his throat, Connor brought your attention to him. You looked over your shoulder and your attitude changed slightly. “Oh, morning Connor,” you said in a colder tone.

Evan gasped and said, “Oh, he woke up? Should I leave you two to your morning routine?”

You laughed and answered him with a laugh, “Oh my god Evan, no. We have no morning routine… anymore.” There was a noticeable hissing undertone to your voice now and both Connor and Evan heard it.

It stung Connor, it really did. He knew you knew how he was affected by what had happened to you, not that that gave him any kind of reason to cheat on you. But, he was depressed with what happened. He had told Juliet that they could not continue to do what they had been doing, and there you were, talking to Evan and being… happier than he had seen you in the past two days. “Yeah…” he whispered in a drawn out way, “we don’t have any morning routines anymore. My bad, I was just happy with someone else who cared about me and could give me something (y/n) couldn’t.”

You and Evan gasped—you gasped in utter pain and Evan gasped in just utter awe. Wow, Connor really is stupid, Evan thought to himself before he said, “Oh hey look at the time, (y/n)… I have to go to work, I’ll see you and Jason later.” Then he promptly hung up the phone.

The moment he hung up, you glared at Connor, tears once again swelling in your eyes. Biting your lip, you bit back the urge to hurt him. Immediately Connor knew he had fucked up again, and he moved to reach out to you, to comfort you. You pull away and growled at him, “Don’t fucking touch me, Connor. Go have fun with your whore.”

Quickly, you gathered your phone, a bottle of Jason’s baby formula, your breakfast and ran out of the kitchen. Connor heard your soft crying as you retreated and he felt so bad. “Goddamn it, I fucked up again. I didn’t mean to say that… I’m not happy with Juliet,” he said to himself.

After that incident, Connor started to get ready for work, wallowing in his own stupidity for what he said. He walked back into his room to put on the rest of his clothes. Connor threw on a button-up shirt and another pair of his dressy pants that he always wore to work. “Let’s go to work and get this shitty day over with,” he said, “plus, I still have some work I need to finish. Or at least go over to make sure it is correct.”

You had been sitting on the couch, gulping on some water after you had put Jason down for the night, hopeful that he would stay asleep all night. You have told yourself that you needed to have a talk with Connor about what he had said that morning; and although you weren’t fully confident you could do it, you had talked yourself up the whole day to have just enough confidence to confront Connor about it. So, that was your plan.

You heard the garage door opening, you took another gulp of water, finishing off your cup, and waited for him to open the back door with narrowed eyes. I’m waiting for him to open that door then I am confronting him, because that was way out of line, you told yourself as you listened for the jiggling of the doorknob.

Connor opened the door, you sprang up off the couch and watched as he walked into the living room. “Connor, we need to have a little talk about what you said this morning when I was on the phone with Evan,” you said in an icy, angry tone.

He looked at you with cold eyes as he said, “What do you mean?” He was pretending not to understand what you were talking about because he was so ashamed of himself for his comment that morning. Connor just wanted you to forget about it and pretend he said nothing, but he knew you would not just let that slide.

“You know exactly what I am talking about, Connor. Your comment on how you were off being happy with someone else who could give you something I couldn’t. Did you stop loving me after we lost the baby, Connor? Do you blame me for what happened,” you asked calmly, but the hurt behind your voice tangibly hung in the air.

Connor turned to face you, the anger burned behind his eyes at you bringing up that tragedy. “You know what, yeah. Maybe I did stop loving you then! Maybe I do blame you for it! I started the affair with Juliet because she could give me something you couldn’t—a child!” he snapped back harshly.

You took in a shaky breath and clenching and unclenching your fists, you answered him in the same calm voice, “That baby was mine too, Connor. You don’t think I was distraught and hurting too? Do you really think you were the only one hurting? We lost our child! And I’m sorry we lost our first child, but at least I didn’t cheat like you. Even after we had our son, you still kept seeing her. What I did was never enough, was it?” You had not noticed your tears until you ran a hand through your hair; a tear fell onto your forearm as you lifted up your arm..

Clenching his fists as well, Connor sneered darkly, yet loudly, “NO! It wasn’t!! You aren’t enough!! Sex with you got so boring after that! You grew distant and the sex grew so dull! At least Juliet likes to get freaky, unlike your pathetic, boring ass!!” He had not meant the words falling from his lips, but he was so angry and did not want to admit that he was wrong. Even when he saw tears streaming down your face, he could not admit the he was completely in the wrong.

A strangled cry erupted from your throat, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was not, that I am not, enough for you. I loved, and still love, you but I’m not enough for you… I get it… so why don’t we stop this and you just go be with her if she makes you sooooo happy?”

By then, Connor’s head was spinning. He should have stopped, apologized, pulled you close and told you how he felt for you still; however, the little voice in his head told him that he needed to win this little fight. So, against his better judgement, he growled out, “PLEASE! Like you haven’t been fucking Evan behind my back! Maybe Jason’s his kid, huh?! That would make sense and explain so much! Like, for instance, why you’ve been talking to him sooo much in the past several months since Jason was born!” Connor was trying to bait you into slapping him, and you knew it.

That was what broke you, you let out a soft sob, angry and annoyed, “Are you KIDDING me? I’m not fucking Evan behind your back; want to know why? Because that would make me as bad as you, and I’m better than that, Connor. I married you, not Evan. You were the only man I wanted. The only man I had any kind of sexual or romantic attraction to! And there is NO DOUBT that Jason is, in fact, YOUR child. He looks just like you, jackass. I have loved you since the beginning of HIGH SCHOOL, giving you EVERYTHING you could ever want and more. I have been there for you through thick and thin, through a suicide attempt and therapy, yet you have the balls to tell me that you’re suspicious of me fucking another man behind your back? Really? That’s fucking rich coming from you, the man who actually cheated on his wife because she had a miscarriage. And I know what you’re doing.” You looked him in the eye and continue, “You’re trying to get me to slap you, but guess what… I will not stoop to your level. I’m also better than being baited to slap you.”

The rage in Connor surged to the surface and in his fit of rage, his plan had not worked. In his surfacing fit of utter rage, he picked up the nearest object and threw it against the wall. Only slightly calming down as he heard the amplified shatter of the glass and the thud afterwards, his livid eyes watched as you flinched, more tears filled your eyes before streaking down your face. “FUCK YOU, (Y/N)! I fucking hate you,” he sneered darkly, in complete rage.

His eyes followed you with burning loathing as you ran to pick up the thing. It was a picture from your wedding day and, as you knelt to reach for the shattered picture, Connor’s hatred was momentarily quelled. You looked at it sadly and your anger melted away as you murmured, running your hand along the photo, “We were so happy, Connor… we were in love… I’m still in love, but you—well, you aren’t. I-I’m sorry…” As you stood up, your puffy eyes looked at him and for old time’s sake you wanted to touch his cheek. However, you refrained as you murmured softer still, “I’m sorry for pissing you off, for not being enough… for losing our first child…”

Connor was torn. He wanted, once again, to pull you close, apologize and tell you that he still loved you too; but that damned angry part of his mind got the better of him once again. He growled, “Go to fucking bed and leave me the fuck alone.”

You did not listen to him, there was still glass on the floor that Jason could see and possibly hurt himself on. You placed the picture onto the table and turning your eyes away from Connor, you mumbled, “I have to clean up the mess before Jason gets up. I can’t have him possibly crawling around in this.” You bent down to the floor again and began to pick up the pieces of broken glass.

Sneering, Connor stepped over you, glaring as he harshly said, “I wouldn’t care if he got hurt anyways.” After uttering such cruel words, he stomped away to his bedroom. He had not wanted to say such hateful words, but he was just so frustrated and angry. Once Connor had walked into his room, he slammed his door violently. “I fucking hate her!” he snarled as he walked over to his bed.

You sat on the floor, tears falling from your eyes as you continued to pick up the broken glass of the shattered picture frame. As you picked up pieces, a shard of glass slid across your hand, leaving a pretty decent sized gash on the palm, and you let out a breathless hiss. “Ow, ow, shit that hurts! And it’s IN THERE,” you hissed, getting up to go into the bathroom to get the gauze.

Walking into the bathroom, turning on the light, walked over to the sink and opened the cabinet under it. “Okay, let’s run you through some lukewarm water for now. Because I still have glass to pick up,” you said to yourself, trying not to look in the mirror. Because the broken woman in the mirror was not the you that you wanted to see. It just was not something that you could do right then, you were not strong enough too. So, you turned the water on and let it warm up a bit. When you think it is lukewarm, you stick your bleeding hand under the faucet and hiss slightly. “Good sting, good sting,” you crooned to yourself.

Once you washed away the blood, you turn off the faucet and began wrapping the gauze around your hand. “Okay, that should be good. I have to go clean up the rest of the damned glass,” you whispered to yourself. Putting the gauze back under the sink, you turned and left the bathroom, turning the light off as you went.

As you walked back into the living, the room was filled with nothing but the moonlight and the soft light of a lamp, giving it an air of melancholy. Your eyes then meandered over to the happy picture of you and Connor, you let out a deep sigh, “Will we ever be like we were? No, probably not. I hope we can push through this. Now, I have to clean that glass up…” With a heavy heart, you walk back over to the broken glass and proceed to clean the rest of it up.

Connor woke up and looked at his clock by his bed. 2:45 AM. “Jesus, why am I up this early…” he whispered to himself as he got up and yawned. “Well, I should go use the bathroom… so my bladder doesn’t explode,” he said to himself, walking towards his door. When he opened his door, he heard the loud noise of the television. Why is the TV on? It’s so early. Surely (y/n) turned it off before she went to bed, he thought to himself as he walked into the living room.

He was shocked to say the least when his tired eyes saw your sleeping figure on the couch. His eyes also wondered to the 3/4ths drunk bottle of Fiji Water. What also surprised him was when he saw your gauze-wrapped hand holding onto the happy picture of the two of you. She’s… holding onto that picture? Why? he asked himself.

“…nnor…” you mumbled out in your slumber.

Connor looked at your sleeping form and sighed, “Just what the hell was happening in your dream?”

That was when you said his name all drawn out and sleepily, “Coooonnor~ I love you!” Connor sighed as he watched your face twist into sadness. “But, I’m sorry… I’m so so sorry…”

Connor’s voice caught in his throat, he knew what you were apologizing for, and he knew he was the one who should have been apologizing. “N-no… d-don—”

Your eyes open sleepily and it’s like you did not even register he was there, because he was sure if you had, you would have stopped sleepily talking. “No, l-listen Connor. I-I’m sorry… I’m sorry for losing our daughter,” you sob, clutching the picture closer to your chest. “I-I was so upset that I had a miscarriage and I… I’m so sorry for shutting you out after the miscarriage,” you cry out. “I was hurting so much and acted selfishly. I knew that you were hurting too, and I knew you were wanting to try again but I… pushed you away. Away and into the arms of another woman with… less emotional baggage. When I wanted to try for another child, you didn’t seem interested yet you still had sex with me… why? To give me what I wanted? What I thought you wanted? God, fuck, I’m sorry if you didn’t want Jason and you just wanted a divorce and I forced myself onto you! I’m a fuck up and I’m so sorry!” You started to so, slumping into the couch, letting the picture slip from your grip.

All Connor could do was stand there, crying as you said all that. He knew you felt this way, which is why he cut it off with Juliet. That was why he felt the guilt eating him up since you announced you were pregnant and he was still sleeping with Juliet. “(Y/n)… I—” he started but was cut off.

“I’m not as pretty as Juliet… you should leave and go be with her… she makes you happy in ways I can’t anymore…” you sniffle, tears falling from your sleepy eyes.

Surging forward, Connor gently picked you up and whispered next to your ear, “I’m sorry for being such an idiot. I was that one who was at fault, I cheated. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but… I’ll jump through any and every hoop for you.”

Subconsciously, you latch onto Connor’s clothes, crying into his gray t-shirt. “I-I know you’ll leave me eventually! I-I’m such a horrible person!!”

He felt bad as he made his way up the stairs and into your room. “No…” he whispered, “you’re not a terrible person. And I will never leave you. I was… well, am… an idiot for doing what I did to you.” As he tenderly pushed the door open with his foot, he tiptoed into the room and made his way over to the bed. “Now, you should get to sleep,” he said as he tucked you into bed. You groaned and nuzzled into the bed, the satisfied smile stretching across your face made Connor smile. As he went to turn away and leave, you reached out and grabbed his upper arm; when he turned to face you, your tired eyes looked at him almost pleadingly. “Hm? What is it?” he asked.

“Stay with me… please Connor. I… have missed you in my bed…” you whispered in a hoarse, pleading voice.

A concerned look flashed over his face as he looked back at you. “(Y/n)… you kicked me out of the room and you’re drunk. You don’t want me here,” he began.

“Coooonnor! Get in the fucking bed, I want to feel your warmth again,” you whined.

Letting out a defeated sigh, Connor relented, “Fine. For a few hours. Then I am going back to my room.”

“Don’t leave me Connor,” you sleepily slur, pulling him close to you on the bed. “At least for tonight… because I know you will leave me for Juliet. She’s better than me… prettier than me… and you would be happier with her.”

“Shhh,” Connor hushes you, kissing your forehead. “I am not leaving you for that whore. I told you, it was a mistake. Though, I do know you will not remember this tomorrow morning.” You incoherently mumbled something softly, kissing his lips chastely before you nuzzle into his chest and rafting to sleep. “I love you,” he whispered as he kissed your cheek.

Later that morning, at around 8:00 am, you woke up to the smell of breakfast. “Did Connor make himself breakfast?” you asked yourself as you got out of bed and changed your clothes. “He always was good at making really delicious breakfast,” you said to yourself as you opened your room and proceeded to go down to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Connor was making not only himself some breakfast, but you some as well. He had Jason in the kitchen with him, and was handing his baby son of formula as he saw you walk in. “Oh, good morning sleeping beauty,” he joked with a smile.

You were shocked. You would have never expected Connor, your cheating husband, to do something like that for your son. “G-good morning…?” you hesitantly spoke. “What are you cooking?”

Standing up, Connor spoke in a chipper voice, which was totally uncharacteristic for your husband. Was he happy that he made you cry last night? No, there was no way he was that sick of a bastard to be chipper about that. Something else must have happened. You were brought from your thoughts by his voice, “I am cooking breakfast. I know you love my pancakes and bacon, so I made you some.”

“Wait… what the hell? Did you hit your head this morning when you rolled out of bed?” you asked, surprised that he would make you some breakfast after what happened last night.

Connor smiled at you as he chuckled, “No. I didn’t. I just thought that since I was a huge ja—” he paused to correct his wording since his child was in the kitchen, “jerk last night, that the least I could do is to make you some breakfast. And… maybe use it as a peace offering.”

“Peace offering?” you echoed, crossing your arms.

“Yeah, a peace offering. I want to make up for my mistake. Juliet is nothing like you and I am such an idiot for cheating on you,” he said, holding out to you a plate.

Your eyes stared at the plate of fluffy pancakes and crispy bacon. After a moment of internal conflict, you narrowed your eyes and spoke, “I don’t want your stupid little peace offering. You think this is an adequate peace offering? Connor, look, as I’ve said several times, I love you but this is not a proper peace offering. A proper peace offering is you breaking it off with Juliet and just leaving me to… myself and my son for a while. Just… for a few days, so I can think.” With that, you turned to Jason and picked him up. “Now go get ready for work, you have a job to do.”

Connor watched as you walked away with your child. His good mood immediately drained, he opened in his mouth to say something and he was cut off by you, who had heard his intake of breath. “Connor, I don’t want to hear your false words of: ‘But babe, I have broke it off with Juliet’ because I don’t believe it,” you said darkly, looking over your shoulder, an equally as dark glare in your eyes.

He was stunned the dark look in your eyes and with a defeated sigh, he went to go get ready for work. “Damn it, I was just trying to be nice to her after I was such an asshole, but she just didn’t care. Like I would have expected any less after the complete dick I’ve been to her. I’m just glad that Juliet is gone so I can focus on making thing right with (Y/n).”

Connor arrived at work and when he got to his station, he was surprised to see Juliet sitting seductively in his chair, with her legs crossed, skirt hiked up to expose her garter and button-down opened to the swells of her breasts. “Well hello there, Conny,” she cooed suggestively. “You’re almost running late, what happened? Were you distracted by the pictures I sent you last night?”

With a deep sigh, Connor sat down his briefcase. “Juliet, get the fuck out of here, now. You’ve ruined my life enough. Weren’t you supposed to be transferred out of this sect?” he asked.

Pursing her lips, Juliet purred, “Oh, I’m being transferred. Just not today. In three days, because of paperwork. Soooo, you have three more days for us to fuck in the office.”

“Get the fuck out of my sight, slut, NOW!” Connor raised his voice. “You’ve ruined my life enough!”

Juliet popped open her button-down shirt so that she was showing her cleavage to an obscene way. She uncrossed her legs, exposing her lacy lingerie panties, as she growled possessively, “You belong to ME Connor Murphy.”

Connor glared at her before he hissed, “No I don’t. I belong to (Y/n) Murphy. Now get the fuck out of my space.” Juliet opened her mouth to say something but Connor was lightly pulling her up from his chair and pushing her out of the area. “Listen to me and listen to me well, Juliet. We are done. I am in love with my wife! I was an idiot to have started anything with you. You’re nothing compared to her and now I have to fix my mistake. Stop trying to seduce me,” he snarls. With that, he goes back to his desk and ignored Juliet, who had gone back to her station near your dad’s office.

At some point while Connor was at work, you had called Evan over, you praised the higher power that he had job in which he had the night shift. He was over in about thirty minutes. “Hey, (Y/n), how are you?” he asked as he opened the front door.

You ran to Evan and gave him a hug. “EEEEVVVYYY!!” you exclaimed as you wrapped your hand around his neck. “Are you sleepy? Want to take a nap with Jason? He looooves when you nap with him!”

Three months passed from the day Connor’s affair had come to light. Almost immediately after he had been caught, he cut off Juliet whilst you and Evan had gotten incredibly close. That weekend, you had sent Jason off to spend a weekend with your parents, and you decided to get drunk for the first time. You were still feeling incredibly depressed because Connor had cheated, yes, but you just decided that that night would be for you. For you to have fun for the first time since before the affair came out.

That night, you were sitting in your living room, with your bottle of Patrón tequila (that you had bought a few days before), shot glasses and lots of lemon and lime wedges to chase the alcohol. By the time you had downed five to seven shots of Patrón, you were gone. You couldn’t really move at that point because you had drunk so much tequila. Out of nowhere, you started to laugh at nothing; sure, there was Spongebob Squarepants playing on the TV, but that wasn’t making you laugh. You did not even hear when Connor opened the garage, or even the door, you were just so drunk and laughing at nothing. Your vision was hazy and you wanted more tequila.

Connor walked past the living room and, truthfully, had not been expecting to find you drunk on the couch as you watched Spongebob Squarepants, giggling like a child. However, when he first walked past the living, he had not noticed that you had been drinking. Connor approached you, saying worriedly, his eyes still had yet to spot the bottle of Patrón, “(Y/n)? Are you okay? It’s only 6:45 in the evening… where is Jason? What—”

You answered in a drunken, hiccuping giggle, “I-I’m watching Spongeybob, Conny~!”

It was in that moment that Connor noticed the bottle of tequila and he sighed, “(Y/n)…… are you drunk?”

More drunken giggles came from your throat as you spoke, “Hehe~ mmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyybe I aaammm~! W-wa, watch Spongebob wif-with meeeee~!”

You made grabby hands at him and Connor chuckled to himself. He noted how cute you are when drunk before he sets down his briefcase and then sat down beside you. “Sure, why not. Someone how to make sure you don’t do something stupid while you’re drunk,” he said.

“Oooooooooh,” you gasp childishly. “You suddenly care about me?”

Connor looked at you, hurt in his eyes, and spoke, “That’s not what I meant. You know what I meant by that, (Y/n).”

You leaned against him and said, “Yeah… I know what you meant by that and I was just being f-funny.”

Your husband is shocked that you are leaning on him, eventually snuggling up close to his chest, where you rested your head; he had not had any physical contact with a woman in the three months after his affair was found out. “(Y/n), why are you snuggling up to me?” he asked, hesitantly reaching his arm out, trying to get permission before he touched you.

Drunkenly, you giggled, nuzzling your face into his chest, “Can I not just snnnnuggle,” you hiccuped, “not just snuggle with my sexy husband.”

Looking at you as you spoke those words and blinking slowly, Connor asked, “Did you… just call me sexy?”

Hiccuping, you purred almost seductively as your hands glided up and down Connor’s chest, “Yeah~! Why wouldn’t I call you sexy?” You laughed as you looked at Connor before a light went off behind your eyes. “Hey! Hubby~ I just realized weeeeee haven’t had,” more drunken giggles emitted from your throat as you continued, “that we haaaaven’t haad ssseeexx in forEVER! I want to change that~!” With that said, you clambered into his lap and started peppering kisses all over Connor’s face and neck, hands running up and down chest.

Subtly but not so subtly, you ground your hips into Connor, causing him to gasp airily. This man did not know what to do, because he had not had any sexual contact in three months, but damn was he antsy. He just set his hands on your hips while looking up at you, mouth agape, soft whimpers occasionally leaving his lips as you nip at his neck while your hands buried in and tugging at his brown locks. As moments pass, and you peppered kisses along his jaw, neck and lips (but he did not kiss back), causing more gasps to flutter out of his throat. Things started to get steamier when you started moaning against his skin as you ground your hips against his rougher, and with more vigor.

Nipping at the shell of Connor’s ear, you moaned in a begging tone, “Con…Connor, I need. I need to feel you inside me. P-please take me to our room and have me!” Then after you moaned that, you stumbled out of his lap, pulling (or at least trying to) him off the couch and up the stairs; drunken giggles fell from your lips at the thought of having sex with your handsome husband again.

With a racing mind, Connor did not know what to do. It had been months since he was able to touch you and now there you were, albeit drunkenly, letting and even wanting him to. As soon as you pulled him into your room, Connor immediately scooped you up in his arms and finally kissed you for the first time in what seemed like forever. God had he missed the softness of your lips. While he was lost in the feeling of your lips against his once more, he had not noticed that you had reached up and tugged on his hair once more. This time, instead of a gasp against your lips, a growl rumbled through his chest, “Are you sure you want this? Because if you keep tempting me, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

You giggly replied, before deepening the kiss, “Yes! I want this—n-no, NEED this, hubby. Please give it to me! I’ve been so lonely theeeese past few months~! Make them up to me tonight~!”

Another growl ripped through Connor as he sped over to your bed, setting you down while trailing his lips down over your jaw to your neck. However, he stopped and kissed the sweet spot just under your ear before continuing down to your neck. “You’re right. Let me make it up to you, (Y/n)…” he whispered against the flushed skin of your neck. His hands started to roam over your body as he kept kissing down to your collarbone, where he latched onto and left barely visible marks on your collarbone.

It was at that point that you were experiencing a false-sober. Things started to heat up even more and you mumbled something incoherently, causing Connor to pull away and ask you what you had said. You repeated yourself in a small voice as your legs were spread open and inviting to Connor, “I said that I want to have another child with you.”

Everything stopped for Connor. He knew that right now, you really did not want that, and that it was just the tequila talking, but he decided to play along—knowing he was going to use a condom if you did not pass out before things got that far. “You really want that?” he asks softly, kissing your flushed cheek.

“Yes!! Now stop teasing, stalling, WHATEVER and have me, my sexy husband!” you exclaimed, stroking his cheek. “I love you Connor Murphy. Always have, always will.”

Those words made Connor emotional. He leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss as he said, tugging off her shirt, “I love you so much, (Y/n). There’s nobody else I could ever want to be mine and the mother of my children. I’m so sorry.”

The next morning, you woke up and your head was throbbing with a hangover. In fact, you still felt slightly drunk. “God, that fucking sucked. I never want to get wasted again,” you grumbled, voice hoarse and gravelly. It only took a few moments after waking up that you felt a very cold breeze on your nipples; looking down your eyes widened as you saw your bare breasts. Lifting up the sheets, your breath hitched as you noticed your lack of clothing. “No. No no no no no no,” you say rapidly. Suddenly, you remembered something from last night and whipped your head to look over at Connor’s side of the bed, which should have been empty. You were beyond horrified to find your cheating husband not only laying beside you, but completely naked as well. With a loud, ear-piercing scream, you shoved him out of the bed, “GET OUT OF MY BED, CONNOR!!”

Connor woke up as his body hit the floor with a loud thud. Shooting up, he rubbed his back and shouted in surprise, “OWW! What the FUCK, (Y/n)?! You can’t just push me out of the bed like that!”

You were furious to say the least, and you snapped at him, “Yes the fuck I can! Especially when you are in MY ROOM!!! Now get your clothes and fucking leave!!” You saw the stunned look in Connor’s eyes as you stumbled out of bed, gathered his clothes, shoved them at him and proceeded to kick him out of your room. Once he was successfully shoved out of your room, you slammed your door closed and leaning against it, you clutched your arms, body shaking. “Oh my fucking GOD! I had sex with my cheating husband…” you whispered to yourself, voice shaking as your body was.

Immediately, you knew you needed to wash away the shame of bedding your husband again; therefore, you quickly shuffled into the bathroom. When you saw yourself in the mirror, you were even more disgusted. Your collarbone and breasts were littered with hickeys, a shameful reminder of what you had done in a wasted stupor. The worst part was that you remember being false-sober enough to agree to having sex with him, in fact, you were the one who initiated the sexual contact. “I hate myself right now. I am disgusting…” you whimpered as you started to cry. “I’m calling Evan… after my shower,” you said, reminding yourself that you need to shower.

Thirty minutes later, you felt a bit better after showering. Walking back to the bed, you plopped onto the soft mattress and reached for your phone on the nightstand. Opening your phone, you called Evan immediately; his phone rang a total of one and a half times before he picked up the phone. “Hey (Y/n), what’s up?” he asks.

“I fucked Connor last night,” you spoke simply, wanting to get it out.

Evan coughed as he said, “I’m. I’m. I’m sorry, what? You did what now?”

Sighing, you said again, “I said that I slept with Connor last night. I got drunk last night, worst mistake of my life, and I ended up fucking him.”

“Well… there’s nothing that can change that but because I know you, you’re going to have to talk to him about it,” Evan advised.

Groaning, you answered, “But Evan I don’t want to! It was embarrassing! I told him that I wanted to have another child with him…”

You heard your friend take in a sharp breath before answering, “Okay? …okay. So, now that is something you need to talk out. So, umm, do you actually want that? With, uhh, with… Connor?”

An exasperated groan left your lips and you covered your face. “I don’t KNOW! Yeah, I want to have another kid, Evvy, but I don’t know! Connor cheated on me! If we were to still be a married couple, there would need to be work done. And I’m not just talking about him treating me right and ditching that slut who he cheated on me with… I’m talking about marriage counseling. I want this marriage to work, Evan. Connor was my first love and this all happened because of something I couldn’t control… he’s the father of my only child… I still love him and want to be married to him but I just… we need counseling if this marriage is to survive this affair,” you said into your phone.

You could hear Evan nodding at your words. “Yes, I agree with you. If you do want to stay together with him, counseling needs to happen. Want me to help you look into marriage counseling? I am free today since it is Saturday, I can come over if you need me too, or you can come over to my house. It wouldn’t bother me either way,” Evan spoke.

You could not help but smile at your his words. “Evan… you mean the world to me right now, you know, besides my son. You’re like my rock in this tumultuous time of my marriage. I will be over there in the next hour, okay? I have to get ready,” you answered, the thankfulness in your voice obvious. “And tree-boy…”

“Yeah (Y/n)?” Evan asked with concern, thinking you were going to tell him something else on the bad news side of the spectrum.

“…thank you… so much,” you whispered, “for, you know, being here for me during this whole load of bullshit.”

Evan hummed in response as he softly answered, “Anything for you, (Y/n). Someone needs to make sure you keep your head on straight. To deal with this situation and especially for Jason.”

You laughed and nodded, which Evan could not see. “You have such a good point! I need to be in tip-top shape for my bouncing baby boy! He is my world, and thanks to you, even though my marriage has seemingly fallen apart, it hasn’t affected him as much as it could have without you,” you said with a smile.

Evan chuckled and spoke, “Well, I guess I will see you in about an hour.”

“Yes. Yes you will Evan. See you then,” you giggled. Then, Evan ended the call and you were left in a fit of smiles and soft giggles. He was truly the best friend you could have asked for, and especially in that time of heartache. You also looked forward to trying out the marriage counseling, just to see if you and Connor’s marriage would be able to survive the horrendous affair. “I really hope Connor and I’s marriage works out… I know I shouldn’t but, I just love him so much and I would do anything to make this work…” you whispered to yourself as you laid down on your back.

You arrived at Evan’s house, ready to do this, with your laptop carrier slung over your shoulder. You walked up to his door to ring his doorbell, and once you rang the doorbell, it only took your friend a few seconds to answer. “Hey there, (Y/n)!” he exclaims with a wide grin.

With a soft smile, you shifted the weight of your laptop on your shoulder. “Hey there Evan. Can I come in or are you going to make me stay out here?” you asked with a smile.

“O-oh yeah! Sorry, please come inside, (Y/n). We can chill in the living room and look up marriage counseling there, or sit in the kitchen closer to the food and water. Because I know how much you love to snack on things,” he said with a chuckle.

You walked into his house and your light brown-haired friend closed the door behind you. “Dude, the kitchen sounds bomb right now! I am HUNGRY! I’m still hung over… kind of. I got over it quickly…ish? I just drank a lot of water and ate some bread before I left the house,” you said with a laugh.

“That’s good, now we should probably get to looking huh?” Evan asked with a grin.

Sitting down at Evan’s kitchen table, you set your bag down and nodded at his words. “Yeah, I think we should. Because I need this marriage to work…” you whispered.

Sitting down beside you, Evan looked at you. “I know you do (Y/n), and we will do everything we can to save it,” he spoke tenderly.

“Thank you Evan…” you said, reaching over to touch his hand.

A few hours went by before you and Evan settled on the perfect marriage counselor; you set up an appointment for Tuesday and now you had to talk to your father about Connor taking a day off. You wanted that because you had a feeling that you and Connor would be in that office for a large part of the day. Picking up your phone, you smiled happily at Evan as you called your father. It rang three times before your father picked up. “Yes sweetheart? What is it?” your father asked.

“Hey dad, I have a favor to ask you,” you spoke.

“And what would that be my angel?”

“I need to ask for you to give Connor the day off this coming up Tuesday. I scheduled a session of marriage counseling to see if that…” you trailed off and sniffled, “… to see if that will save our marriage, daddy. Because I love him—he broke my heart and yet it still beats and yearns for him. God, I’m so pathetic aren’t I?” You honestly almost started sobbing the more you thought about it. “S-sorry daddy, I shouldn’t be dumping this out right now… not to you…”

You dad sighed and said, “It doesn’t bother me if you wanted to talk to me about the way you feel right now, pumpkin. I know it’s been three months, and that isn’t too much time to heal from this but… I do think you’re going at this the right way. Your love for Connor is strong enough that you are willing to forgive him and even go to counseling to keep your marriage together. Now tell me how that is pathetic sweet-pea? The trick is, you can’t. Because you are not pathetic for still loving your husband, even if he hurt you in an unspeakable way.”

“Dad…” you whispered shakily.

Evan touched your hand as you listened, father continuing, “I am very proud that you are my daughter. You are mature beyond your young years. Nowadays, young couples would not be able to get past the sin of cheating on your significant other. Well, the better word would be wouldn’t try getting past something like that.”

You rolled your eyes and explained, “Dad, the reason why most people can’t is that most of the time… people just don’t have the tolerance for it. I see this affair as a pothole in Connor and myself’s relationship, our first one in fact. I know why he did it and I am willing to look past it if we go to counseling and get out marriage back in order. You don’t know this… nobody really does, but I was… I had a miscarriage… before Jason…”

Evan and your father gasped sharply, not having expected that tidbit of information. “You… miscarried? And this is what you think lead to Connor’s infidelity?” your father asked.

“I know it is… that’s why we need this counseling. We will be taught how to strengthen our relationship after this. And… I know it will take a lot of work and an equal amount of time, but for Connor and our marriage… I am ready to do it. Because I refuse to let this end after six years of being together over some… dumb little affair because we went through a tough spot after my miscarriage!” you exclaimed. “A-anyways… can Connor have off Tuesday?”

With a heavy sigh, your father relented, “Yes. He can, I wish you two luck on rebuilding your marriage, sweet-pea.”

“Thanks daddy,” you answered.

“One last thing,” said your father, “are you coming to get Jason tomorrow afternoon?”

With a giggle, you answered, “Yes daddy, I’ll be by to get Jason by five tomorrow evening.”

“Okay, love you sweetheart. See you then!” And then your father hung up, presumably to go dote on Jason some more.

With the call ended, you were brightly smiling. “Connor’s off on Tuesday, so we can go to the counseling session! I am nervous, but excited to take this step towards normalcy in my marriage once again,” you said with a cheery tone.

Evan smiled and answered you, “Yeah, I can tell you’re so excited for this. I wish you luck on this (Y/n), because you’re going to need it. And also, remember you need to talk to Connor about what happened.”

A groan rumbled through you at the mention of that. “Damn it Evan! Why can’t you let me forget that even happened?!” you whined.

“Because you can’t just sweep what happened under the rug and forget about it! You need to confront Connor about it and tell him that if he ever wants to have another child with you, or even continue to have a marriage with you that things need to change. That is when you bring up that you looked into marriage counseling and have already set up a date. Because you care for him and don’t want to give up on your marriage,” Evan said.

You looked at Evan and you whined, because you knew he was right. “God I hate that you’re right!!”

“I know you do,” he smiles.

“Guess I should go home and do that, huh?”

“That would be the responsible thing to do,” Evan answered.

“God I hate when you make me do things I don’t want to fucking do,” you whined.

Evan smiled and stood up, helping you pack up your laptop. “But I am keeping your head on straight and making you do the mature thing is part of my job right now,” he spoke with a knowing grin.

“You’re riiiight,” you whined as you shoved your laptop and its charger into your pack. “OOOOOKAY! Fine, I am ready to go. Thank you Evan, I will talk to you soon!”

Evan walked you to his front door and before he opened the door, he pulled you into a hug. “But on a serious note, if anyone would be able to survive an affair, it would be you and Connor, (Y/n),” he whispered to you.

Hugging him back, you replied, “Thank you Evan.”

Nearly kicking open the door, you dragged yourself into the house, toting in some groceries to make Connor’s favorite meal. “Cooooonnnor! Can you come help me!” you shout into the house, not knowing where he was.

A few short moments later, your tall husband came into the kitchen, looking at you weirdly. “(Y/n)? Why do you have so many grocery bags?” he asked as he walked to you, taking most of them from you.

“I wanted to make your favorite meal to… apologize for kicking you out of bed this morning and for having drunken sex with you. There are some things I want to talk about, between us,” you said as you set your computer bag on the island in the kitchen.

“What kind of things?” he asked, looking at you.

“Well, for one, I want to address what I said last night. About having another child with you…”

Connor’s whole body tensed at the mention of what happened. “Okay… yes? What about that?”

You walked over to Connor and touch his hands. “Connor… I meant what I said… I’m about eighty percent positive I want to have another child with you. However, before that were to happen, there would be some things that need to happen. One, you would need to stop having this affair and two, we would need to go to marriage counseling to see if we can come back from this,” you said softly, looking at his face.

His eyes held a look of understanding and agreement. “I would love nothing more that to do that. I want to have another child, and I want to strengthen this marriage that I decided to foolishly ruin. I haven’t talked to Juliet in the three months since you found out that I was being an idiot. I am so sorry that I hurt you in the way I did, and I love you… if you believe marriage counseling will help us move past my mistake, then I will gladly do it,” he spoke truthfully.

Smiling, you said, “That makes me… happy. Really happy in fact. I already have a session set up this Tuesday.”

“Really? So fast?” he chuckled.

“Yeah, I was really wanting for us to move past this. Because, I love you Connor Murphy, more than anybody will ever fucking know. You mean the world to me and I know we can move passed this, it will just take time and effort that I know I am willing to give,” you said with a smile.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “I can’t wait to take this step in recovering from this with you, (Y/n). My perfect little flower,” he whispered.

“Neither can I! Only three days until we take the first step,” you said. “And we can leave Jason with my mom while we go to the counseling sessions.”

“She will love this,” Connor laughed.

“I know she will,” you spoke, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “And tonight’s dinner is to recovering. It feels weird talking to you like this again but Evan talked some sense into me and I knew I had to make up for how I acted last night and this morning.”

You scrapped the whole idea and decided to just... take a year out. You did know that your dad was disappointed with your final and last-minute decision. Mainly because he wanted you to be happy and to succeed and get the best job out there. But you knew there was much more to the world that you wanted to explore.

So, you began saving up, going from a part-time job to another, and unfortunately not finding the job that was ideal enough for you. That was for 3 years now, and you still hadn’t found a job that stuck.

Luckily for you, your uncle, Larry, was a former Night Guard at the Natural History Museum in New York, and you immediately fell in love with the idea of being stuck around history for the night. It kinda sucked at first; missing out on 8 hours of sleep a night, but that was a risk you were willing to take. On the other hand, it meant that you could just lounge around at home during the day.

What Uncle Larry didn’t tell you was that the Museum’s artefacts... came to life each night, so it was both thrilling and nerve-racking to be chased the first night by a t-rex. It got eventually better, you got to speak and meet famous figures; like having a chat with President Theodore Roosevelt, talking to Sacagawea about her amazing tracking skills, and even get a ride on the back of Rexy (the t-Rex I was talking about).

All the figures were welcoming to you, making you feel very welcomed and immediately feeling like you were part of the museum family, but one person always caught your eye each night.

The Pharaoh. Not just any Pharaoh; King Ahkmenrah, fourth King of the fourth King, etc. His name and many titles were something that surprised you at first since it was really the first time you had actually interacted with him. Nevertheless, your introductions signified how awkward you were when it came to meeting new people- and in the worse occasions- speaking to someone who was incredibly good looking.

You still cringe about it to this day/night, “I’m... Y/N... erm... daughter of {F/N} and... I‘m from... London.” It couldn't go anymore embarrassingly short for your greeting and probably one of the weirdest ways of introducing yourself to someone.

At first, you thought he was kind and spoke confidently - since he was a Pharaoh - it was only after a couple more nights you realised some so crucial that you had been missing all this time about him.

He would just... go anywhere you went. Always seeming to be there in the distance, watching you ran around each exhibit, watching from the sideline if you spoke to someone, or was there when you were struggling to keep control of one of the artefacts (mainly the Neanderthals or Dexter).

You did sometimes catch his gaze, his warm smile flashing to you, making you dart your eyes elsewhere. Sometimes if you were feeling brave, you would small talk him. It didn't help that you were sometimes a stuttering mess and would leave in a hurry if trouble was underway, leaving you to make a dash before you said anything more to make yourself weird in front of him.

For a King of Egypt, he was definitely cute and very sweet to talk to, a proper gentleman that you would never get in this day and age (but he’s not really from this day and age, he’s like 4000 years old.)

You eventually gained a crush on Ahkmenrah, and it wasn’t long before the other exhibits noticed. Jed and Oct would tease you about it all night long, and occasionally Attila too- if you understood his language and what he was saying.

To not get any more embarrassed at the situation, you tried your best to avoid him, but everywhere you went, he seemed to trail behind, almost making sure that you were okay. Every time you turned around, his cute handsome face would be there to greet you, a small blush on his tanned sharp cheeks and that large bright smile that would make you immediately melt under his brown-eyed gaze.

This night was very different from the others. You got in the museum a bit later to lock up than as usual, meaning when you got there, everything and everyone had come to life already and were moving around. Tired and groggy, you avoided Rexy’s loud footsteps, making your way to the desk in the middle of the ground floor.

Sitting down on the swivel chair, you put your bag down, adjusted the tie around your neck, quickly checking any messages on your phone before getting ready for another night. It wasn't until just out of your peripheral vision, you saw something sitting neatly on the side of your desk.

Curious, you picked the item up; a small note and a present on the back. You opened the letter and was greeted by small and beautiful cursive writing;

Your radiant beauty compares to the jewels of the River Nile. Your presence is unlike any of the goddesses I worship; a lotus like yourself should be adored for all eyes. Including mine.

Your face was suddenly heating up by the sweet words written on the note, your heartbeat rising and getting faster as you opened the present with shaky hands; a beautiful small flower hair clip - a lotus to be correct.

“What you go there Y/N?” you didn't mean to scream so loud; a high pitch squeal that came out of your mouth that sounded just like a pterodactyl, you jumped back in your seat, staring up at the culprit who had scared you.

Theodore Roosevelt stood just at the front of your best, his horse not too far from him.

The former president looked to you curiously, then looking to the present in your hand. You quickly hid it in your lap. "A-A present, that’s all! Y-You scared me, Ted.” You placed your hand over your chest, steadying your heart. The 26th president laughed at your antics.

“Nonsense! It looks like you’ve got an admirer, my dear.” Teddy smiled, his moustache wrinkling thanks to his smile.

You hesitated, and soon the stuttering began. “I-I mean... ha-ha I doubt it! N-No one would like me in that w-way! Right?” By his face, he was being serious, and it made you more nervous.

“Perhaps you should go and try and find who really gave it to you.” He suggested, slapping your right side arm a bit too forcefully, and letting a laugh out. “I’ll be off, tracking is getting more difficult in this museum, and I need to see my own love. I’ll catch up with later my dear.” He got back on his horse and rode off through the museum, leaving you dazed and confused.

“R-Right...” You murmured more to yourself than to him, placing the beautiful clip in the side of your H/C hair, before standing to your height to get on with what you needed to do - the hopes of finding your so-called 'admirer'.

After an hour and a half of being teased more by the miniatures, getting almost caught on fire by the cavemen, you still had no idea who had given you the note and the gift. Your hopes were wearing thin, but as you came closer to the last exhibit that you hadn’t seen yet. You knew one thing.

You hadn’t seen Ahkmenrah all night, which was quite the surprise: since he mostly followed you around everywhere. Taking a deep breath, you stepped into his exhibit, taking out your torch for more guidance. One of the main reasons you didn’t like going into Ahkmenrah's tomb was because 1), it was too dark, and 2), his two 20-feet Jackals were always on guard, staring down at you as you walked through.

As usual, the two Jackals stared down at you as you walked slowly through, trying to keep little to no eye contact with them. As you walked closer to the open tomb, you heard instant mutterings and curses in a different language.

“Gods, what will she say -this? H-How do I tell her??” Then more mutterings and feet pacing as you grew closer inside.

“A-Ahk?” You called to him, spotting him pacing up and down near the pillars close to his open sarcophagus, his golden tablet sitting high and shimmering on the wall behind him. His eyes met yours instantly, brown eyes pooling like melted chocolate, seeing you stand there, his cheeks begun heating up. He smiled softly to you, a smile that made you smile back. Your torchlight caught the fabric of his robes, the gold glowing just like his tanned skin and beautiful and visible muscles.

“Y-Y/N. My dear.” For a 4,000-year-old mummy, he was standing in front of you in less than 2 strides., standing in his much taller height, he looked like a God.

He greeted you by taking your free hand that wasn't holding the torch, pressing a small kiss to the back of your hand, his lips grazing your knuckles.

Your own blush reddened, noticing that it took a moment for him to release your hand from his. “How are you? I-I haven’t seen you all night.” You tried to stay calm, watching his face as he smiled, shaking it softly.

“N-No, forgive me. I’ve been rather busy tonight.” He wasn’t meeting your eyes that much, which made you curious.

His eyes suddenly met yours, those brown eyes making your knees wobble more as you involuntarily gulped, your throat feeling slightly dry. His eyes trailed from your E/C eyes to your hair, suddenly his face changed, from happy, to nervous. “T-That’s a nice clip. Who gave that to you?”

Your hope faltered abruptly than expected; He didn’t know, of course, none of them knew. “O-Oh, well, that’s what I'm trying to find out a-actually.” He nodded his head in understanding, his smile wrinkling suddenly.

“You know, “He was suddenly being braver than usual, his hand grazing the side of your face, trailing locks of your H/C hair in his fingers, “the Lotus is a symbol from Egypt. It s-signifies beauty, a-adoration and grace.” He met your eyes again, and she saw him gulp.

Suddenly something inside of you clicked, like everything made sense all of a sudden.

“I must say, w-whoever gave that to you, must really a-adore you-.”

“W-Was it you Ahk?" You asked suddenly, catching him off guard as his hand left the side of your face, instantly missing the warmth he held. "Huh? W-What? I mean... it was meant as a gift, yes, I know... I mean, it was for you- yes- for you since you give it to someone you adore-"

"S-So... you adore me?" she asked again, making him a stuttering mess, "I mean... you're a very... beautiful young woman... yes, your beauty is something that would make Hathor jealous... what, no! I mean-"

He gulped once again, fumbling a lot with his hands. “I didn’t think I would’ve been confessing so soon-”

His ramblings were cut short as he heard soft and shy giggling, giggling that made Ahkmenrah's now beating heart jolt like it was connected to a thousand volts. He stopped, staring shyly back at you, your soft cheeks were red from embarrassment and adoration, E/C eyes darting from his face then to looking to the ground.

"I didn't mean to laugh. I-I just... never thought you would feel the same way I feel for you..." The young King was surprised by your words, a soft smile gracing his face as he took your chin into his fingers, lifting your head until your eyes met his.

With a soft look in his eyes and a warm smile and those shining white teeth, he chuckled quietly, making the night guard’s blush redden, your knees swaying under his touch. “Your beauty is what makes me feel more alive each night, my lotus.” And with those kind words, he leant forward, and shyly capturing your lips with his own, holding you in his strong and tanned arms.

You were shocked at first: the King of Egypt was kissing you! Something you never thought would ever come true in a million years - it was happening in this moment. Now that your love for him was the same for him, you sighed blissfully, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you, whilst his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

Their first kiss was timid and bashful, but all love and adoration for each other were shown from the way they held each other. They slowly broke apart, catching their breaths, staring into each other’s eyes: happiness, passion and fondness were shown in the King’s eyes and the same for yours.

“You best be going back in soon, it’s nearly sunrise.” You began, your eyes wary and sad as you both came to realise how quickly the time had gone.

Ahkmenrah’s emotions copied yours; he didn’t want to go so soon, their love for each other had just begun and already he was having to be taken away from you- to be trapped in that confined sarcophagus.

He already felt lost, isolated and alone at the feeling of not having you around to brighten his days, but until the next night, he would be frozen in time, going back to a time when he was passed.

Gingerly, you took the King’s hands into your own, making him look back at you. You tried your best in trying to cheer him up, your smile did so. “I’ll make sure to go to your first thing tonight.” That made Ahkmenrah smile back at you, kissing you softly on the lips again and then your forehead.

“That would be lovely my Queen.” He said, taking the female over to the opened sarcophagus, you helped wrap him in his linens as he sat down into the case, “I’ll always be here Ahk.” You murmured, as he turned to you, grinning through his linens around his face.

“I know,” he begun, kissing your knuckles softly, “separation will not keep our love unbowed.” and with that, the two pulled up the heavy lid of the sarcophagus as Ahkmenrah laid down onto his back, and Y/N helped to push the lid to close.

“Goodnight my King.”