she's just the sexiest thing on the planet with glasses on

“Good morning, beautiful” Louis whispered, his voice was raspy and his breath warm against you skin. He had an arm laid out over your tummy, with his fingers hooked under your shirt. The tips drawing soft circles into your aching muscles. “How are you feeling, m'love? Sick? Hungry? Tired?” He wondered, as you rolled onto your side to face him, your nose nudging at his jaw. “Oh, you just want some cuddles. C'mere then. Give your old man a hug” He chuckled, his chest rumbling and his body shuffling softly causing the sheets beneath you to rustle.

“You’re not old, Tommo. I think you’re looking very dashing for a near 27 year old” You winked up at him, before letting your head drop to his bare shoulder. “I’m feeling a bit nauseated, Louis. Baby Tommo isn’t making me feel too pleasant today” You muttered through clenched teeth, your nostrils flaring as you took deep breaths in. Puffing your cheeks out to let out the deep breaths. “I’m 2 months, and I’m already starting to get pissed off” You groaned, as Louis let out a soft laugh and pressed a kiss to your head.

“Hey… All these hormones will pay off. We get a little baby at the end of this. How great is that?” He grinned, placing a soft pat to the dip in your back. He could hear your stomach churning, abd he watched as your skin paled up and became a ghostly grey colour. “You alright, love? You want to go to the bathroom?” He wondered, as he looked into your ashen eyes and watched your head nod slowly. “C'mon then” He whispered, as he kicked the duvet from both of your bodies and shuffled off the bed. His legs were bare, with his hips adorned by a pair of loose boxer shorts. His chest was bare, and his hair was pillow-messed, but he didn’t mind.

Yeah, he loved to look perfectly styled, but he felt comfortable no matter what he looked like around you. Like you say, he could always wear a black bin liner and you would still say he was the sexiest husband on the planet.

“We need to get breakfast ready for 9:30. 45 minutes. Liam and Soph are coming by, remember?” Louis reminded, as you nodded slowly and gripped hold of his hand. Your feet hit the cold tiles and before you knew it, Louis had lifted the lid of the toilet bowl up just in time as you dropped to your knees. “S'it, baby. Get it all up. You’ll feel better after” He whispered, as he rubbed your back with a warm palm, his knees bending as he crouched behind you and held your hair back with his other hand.

“I’m starting to consider that this baby aill be our one and only child. I’m not going through this again” You muttered, as you reached across and ripped some toilet paper from the roll. “Vomiting makes me feel very unpleasant and disgusting” You whispered, dropping the paper into the bowl and flushing the chain.

“You feeling okay to come down for a pot of tea? I’ll make your favourite. Peppermint” He grinned, holding your forearms tightly as you pushed yourself up from the ground.

“That sounds perfect..”

• • • •

“So, we went to board the plane and as we get to the entrance where the cabin crew checks the tickets, Liam realises that he’s left our boarding passes and our passports on the desk. Like… He leaves the most important things behind! How do you do that?” Sophia laughs, as you splutter out a soft giggle from the rin of your glass. The smell of orange juice seeming to calm your stomach. “So… That was pretty much France in a nutshell. How was the honeymoon? We never saw you after you came back” She smiled, as she dug her fork into Liam’s leftover hash brown.

“Uh… It was good. I’m glad we waited a few weeks till after the wedding. It was peaceful and near-empty. And very warm and relaxing” You smiled, as Louis gave your knee a squeeze. “Yeah. It was good. We had fun. Louis got drunk a few nights, had a go on the karaoke, embarrassed the heck out of me. Ya'know, the usual” You giggled, watching as Liam gave Louis a hi-five, with loud bellowing laughs following soon after.

“Was there any hanky panky on the trip? No sex in the ocean, or sneaky quickies by the pool?” Liam teased, your head turning to look right at Louis. “Oh, there was! See that look!” He laughed, as he cut up the bacon strip on his plate.

“We did, obviously. It was our honeymoon, what do you expect? We had to consumate the marriage” Louis winked, groaning as you kicked at his foot. “What? That’s what newly-weds do! Honeymoon sex” He grinned, as he brought a spoonful of beans to your lips.

“Don’t. I think I’m going to puke. Beans are making me feel queasy” You whined, pushing yourself away from the table, and shuffling into the downstairs toilet, leaving the door slightly ajar in cause Louis wanted to pop in and relax you.

• • • •

“Love, Louis asked me to come in and see if you’re alright. You feeling okay?” Liam wondered as he stepped into the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub beside the toilet. Your head was resting on your folded arms, your eyes closed and breathing shallow as you tried not to vomit up the breakfast. “Get it up, lovely. It’s okay” Liam whispered, as he pressed a palm to your upper back and gave it a soft rub.

“I’m fine. I just, haven’t been feeling too pleasant recently. We had chinese last night and that never settles on my tummy” You giggled softly, before tilting your head into the bowl and gagging softly. “Tell Louis I’ll be fine. He knows I’ll be okay after a while” You smiled and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

You looked to Liam, who was staring absentmindedly at the pieve of photographic paper on the side of the sink. Your eyes cast over to where to sonogram laid, and you mentally cursed at Louis for leaving it on show.

“Is that- Is that a sonogram?” Liam whispered, his shoes squeaking on the tiled floor as he walked the space of the small bathroom and reached for the image. “The sickness? Is it, is it morning sickness? Are you- You’re pregnant?” Liam gasped, his mouth dropping open.

You gulped softly, and snatched the image from him, folding it up and placing it in your pocket. “We were meant to tell all of you this weekend. Get you altogether for a meal and tell you” You muttered, as you flushed the chain and look back up at Liam. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were wide as he looked at you, dropping his eyes to your tummy.

“You’re pregnant? From the honeymoon. Oh my god, that’s amazing. Wow…” He whispered, pulling you into a hug. “How far along?”

“I’m 2 months gone” You whispered, and smiled as Liam pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You have to promise me you won’t tell anyone. Not even Soph. You understand? We want to tell you all when you’re together, as a group. Act surprised on the day, yeah?” You smiled, and squeezed his shoulders.

“Your secret is safe with me, Missus Tommo. Congratulations, love. That’s amazin’…”

He Tells the Fans

“Babe!” Ashton yelled walking outside of the large house onto the pool deck where his girlfriend was currently reading while drinking a glass of iced tea using a brew she had just bought at David’s tea. It was just past three in the afternoon, Ashton and the boys having just returned from another meeting with the management team, not revealing any details to her unless things were finalized. “I have a question for you.”

“Shoot,” she responded closing the book while removing the sunglasses, her body covered in a beautiful strapless one piece bathing suit.

“What are your thoughts on making our relationship public…like telling the fans and everything?” he asked sitting in the lounge next to hers. She closed her book setting it beside her before sitting up, her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought. “Babe?”

“Give me a minute,” she responded thinking through the pros and how the cons were currently outweighing them, not to mention the fact they hadn’t even been dating for a week yet. “Why now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Ash…it hasn’t even been a week yet. Besides, these are your fans. They’re either going to love me, hate me, or hate that I’m with you before stalking me on all forms of social media and relentlessly trying to verbally attack me,” she stated back, Ashton standing up from his chair to sit on the edge of hers.

“I know it hasn’t even been a week yet, but I don’t want to hide you. I want to show you off to the world and go out with you without worrying that I can’t kiss you or hold your hand. I’ve been trying to date you for three weeks now, I don’t want to go a moment where I can’t show you off now that I have you,” he muttered looking down at his lap. She studied his face and how vulnerable he looked in that moment wanting nothing more than to take that away from him. In all honesty, she was terrified. Ashton Irwin, probably one of the sexiest twenty-two years old’s on the planet was not only her boyfriend, but wanted to do everything he possibly could to show her how much he cared, when her ex boyfriend whom she dated for two years didn’t even want to hold her hand around his friends.

She leaned towards him, taking his face in her hand and turning it towards her to press a kiss to his lips softly, only having it returned full force, slipping his tongue in her mouth momentarily. “Go ahead, babe. You can tell them.”

“You are so fucking adorable,” Calum said as he flicked through instagram filters, y/n looking over his shoulder helping him choose.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” she said before settling on one.

“I can’t believe you’re letting me. I thought it would be more of a fight to go public with you,” he stated back honestly, which was true, she wasn’t the most confident girl, but he was slowly bringing that out of her, for the better.

“If I can kiss my mans in public, it’s all worth it,” she muttered simply before pressing her lips to his, a smile growing on his face as he deepened the kiss slipping his tongue in her mouth, hand rested on her cheek.

“Your mans?” he questioned with a slight laugh.

“Yes, babe. My mans. Now hurry up and post it so we can go get food. I’m starving and there’s pancakes calling my name.”

Luke Hemmings spotted for forth time in Sydney with mystery girl holding hands. Could this be the guitarist’s new girl?

“We made the front page, again,” y/n, said watching Luke make his way towards her in the coffee shop they usually get coffee in every morning. She held up the magazine with their figures plastered on the front holding hands. He leaned in to kiss her lightly before sitting across from her taking the magazine from her hands, opening it up to the three page article dedicated entirely to them.

“Luke Hemmings, age twenty, has been spending more time at the beach lately than in the studio with his band. Could she be the reason why? Luke and his mystery girl have been seen spending quite some time together from the Good Charlotte concert two weeks ago to a roaming the streets of Sydney hand in hand. Sources confirm this mystery girl, who goes by the name of y/n y/l/n works at one of the surf shacks on the beach near the Hemmings household drawing the attention of the singer,” Luke read out loud giggling slightly.

“Are they always so nosy?”

“Oh, babe, you have no idea,” he said closing the magazine before sipping at his brew, a huge smile on her face. “What?”

“Nothing. Just the fact that I’m drawing the attention of singer Luke Hemmings,” she stated back simply causing him to smile.

“Why don’t we just make our relationship public and stop the rumors?”

“Okay,” she said simply shrugging her shoulders sipping at her cup as well.

“Okay? That’s it?” he asked as she nodded.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s pretty much out there already, why not just confirm it so they can stop talking about it. I’d like to get back to having moments with my mans.”


y/n woke up to her phone exploding with mentions and messages from twitter completely confused.

‘Get your filthy hands off my man’
‘You aren’t even cute, and you think you can date Michal Clifford? Try again.’
‘I can’t believe he’d go for someone like you’
‘Go kill yourself’

“What the actual fuck?” she muttered before seeing a photo of her and Michael on twitter that had been posted on instagram beforehand.

‘Missing my baby girl @y/i/n.’ It was a picture of her rested in Michael’s lap as they played xbox from when they first hung out. Being beyond pissed was an understatement  as she quickly found her boyfriend’s number hitting the call button not really caring what time it was.

“Hey, ba-,”

“Don’t hey babe me, Michael. Why would you fucking do that without asking me? My phone’s blowing up with hate messages from your fans and I’m completely blindsided by all of this. Why couldn’t you fucking ask me first?” she ranted into the phone clearly upset leaving Michael speechless on the other end of the line. he hadn’t really thought about the outcome of making your relationship public, really just wanting to express his love for you.

“I didn’t think about the consequences, babe…I just wanted you to know I missed you,” he whispered into the phone, y/n instantly feeling regret for having yelled at him. Of course he’d never do it on purpose to hurt her. “I’m so sorry…I can take it down.”

“No, don’t do that. I appreciate the gesture, Mikey…it’s just, we come from two separate worlds, you have to remember that, not that it really matters because our relationship’s out there now, but just for future reference, talk to me first, alright?” she asked looking towards her clock seeing it was only four in the morning instantly regretting calling him knowing she must’ve woken him up. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“My fans woke you, I should be the one apologizing, babe.”

Grey Moon-Chapter 2

                I spent the next day sitting on the couch at home with Scott; he didn’t feel like going to school. There was a knock on the door, as I opened it a large grin spread across my face. “Stiles! Hi!” I grinned hugging him. A girl stood behind him glaring, I looked at Stiles and smiled. “Is this your girlfriend?” He grinned proudly and pointed to her. “Uh Lillie, this is Malia, my girlfriend.” I grinned leaning toward Stiles and whispering “She’s very pretty good job” I stuck my hand out to her and she stared at me. “Hi” I pulled my hand back and looked at the two girls standing next to her. “This is Kira Yukimura, and this is Lydia Martin” Stiles said. “Guys this is Scott’s older sister Lillie” I smiled at all of them leading them inside. “I’ll go see if Scott is awake” as I went upstairs I heard one of them whisper. “Why haven’t we ever heard about her before?” 

                I knocked on Scott’s door and got no answer. “Scott?” I could hear the TV playing. I sighed and opened the door only to have it slammed in my face. “Leave. Me. Alone.” He said through his teeth. “Scott? What’s wrong?”  I opened his door again and walked in, almost pushing my way in this time. “I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to talk to them either!” he glared toward me. “Scott! Talk to me!” I reached for his arm but he quickly stood and pushed me so hard I flew into the wall and picture falling to the ground. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up. “Ow Scott! You’re hurting me!” I gasped at how hard he squeezed my arm. He suddenly let go, his eyes filling with pain and sorrow instead of anger. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry” he bit his lip and slammed his door. I rubbed my arms as I walked back downstairs. “He’s not up to seeing anyone right now, maybe you all can come back later” I said quietly as I walked them out of the door.

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The McReedus Story - The Red Strokes Ch 1

**The brilliant author would like to remain anonymous FOR NOW!

**I am sure that some feedback will encourage her to reveal her humble secret identity

Once they were safely out of ear shot of their fans Mel giggled.
Norman shot her a look. “Did you see the dirty looks I was getting from all those women?”

She had arrived to the set on the back of his motorcycle. The location had been leaked and there was a huge crowd of fans gathered at the entrance.
She noticed the evil glares the second she slid off the bike and removed her helmet.
“Oh come on, there were lots of guys there who were wishing they were in my spot,” Norman shot back with a flirty smile.

When he smiled like that she understood why every girl back by the gate was weak in the knees. Her coworker was undeniably one of the sexiest men on the planet. He was also charismatic, charming and just incredibly nice.

Melissa considered herself lucky to call Norman a friend. He always knew how to make her laugh and his constant flirts, and touchy feely nature made her feel sexy even if it was essentially harmless and meant nothing.

“So I’ll see you in a few hours,” Norman said, giving her a peck on the temple.

Mel nodded and waved bye. They had both been called back to reshoot a couple short scenes. The filming likely wouldn’t take long but wardrobe and makeup certainly would. The transformation to dirty, sweaty zombie slayers took time.

The day passed quickly, as it always seemed to on set. Melissa loved her job and the people she worked with. But even with the short reshoots she was tired by the end of the day. Norman found her once he was done and they got ready to leave.

“Want to go for a drink?” he asked. Thankfully security had cleared up the fans or she would be waiting a long time to get Norman past the screaming women.

Mel sighed, “I could really use a cup of coffee, though I doubt that’s the kind of drink you had in mind.”

“Nope, but it’s fine. I know the perfect place.” He got on the bike and steadied it while she took her spot. They roared off into the night and she had no idea where they were headed.

Norman pulled into a parking garage, found his spot and then got off. “Your place?” Mel asked with a tight lipped smile after removing her helmet.

“Yep, I make a mean cup of java and I have a fully stocked bar. Oh, and a shower if you’re interested?” he waggled his eyebrows flirtatiously and Melissa rolled her eyes. Though she did plan on taking him up on the use of his shower. Even though she didn’t have a change of clothes it would be nice to rinse off the dirt, makeup, and sweat.

Turned out Norman’s condo actually had 2 showers and after leading her to the guest bath and finding her towels Norman left to use his shower in the en suite.
For all the times she had showered in hotel rooms across the country it still felt odd to shower at someone else’s house. When Mel stepped out and went to reach for a towel she noticed a clean t-shirt sitting on top.
Her eyes widened when she realized that Norman must have snuck in at some point while she was showing to deliver it. She blushed, wondering how she didn’t notice, and hoping the glass had been fully steamed before he made his appearance.

Melissa got dressed and wandered out to his living room. She had been there once before at a party Norman hosted over a year ago. It was a pretty wild night.
Most of the cast hadn’t seen each other for weeks as shooting had wrapped and they had a great night of drinks with crazy friends.

While Norman was busy in the kitchen getting drinks Melissa got out her phone and started to browse. He came back and handed her a steaming mug. She grinned and said thanks, taking a sip. “Hey, have you heard of McReedus?” Mel asked setting the mug down.

He shook his head and plunked down beside her. “Whatcha lookin’ at?”

“Tumblr,” she replied flashing the screen in his direction. “There’s a McReedus tag devoted to you and I.”

Norman looked a bit confused, “I thought we were called Caryl?”

“That’s the name for Carol and Daryl. McReedus is you and I. They think you and I are together.” Mel looked at him with a smile, “there are even stories about us fucking.”

“How do they know we’re fucking?” he asked.

“We’re not fucking,” Melissa laughed.

“Oh right,” he snorted and moved closer. “Well are any of them any good?”

She raised her eyebrows. “You want to read one?”

Norman shrugged “Why not? Our fans are pretty talented at most things. I bet writing is no exception.”

“Well, there is this one they keep talking about. Let me see if I can find the link…Ok got it,” she replied after scrolling a bit on her touch screen.

“Just highlight it and have Siri read to us,” Norman suggested. Mel turned up the volume a bit and set the phone on the coffee table to listen.

When the first chapter ended they looked at each other. “For the record, I have never masturbated, thinking about you, in the shower,” Norman said. “In bed, maybe, but never in the shower,” he joked. Melissa smacked him but laughed.

“I think I’m going to need something stronger than coffee for Chapter 2,” she sighed. “Got any good wine?”

Norman stood, “red or white?”

“Both,” she said, not entirely kidding.

He returned moments later with 2 bottles and 2 glasses. Norman poured her a glass of Red to start. He poured his own glass and resumed his position beside her, entirely too close for most people, though Mel was used to fact that Norman likes to get in your space, and she never minded.

“Ready?” she leaned forward and started Siri reading chapter 2.

“Holy fuck,” Norman muttered, several times. Melissa felt her own face burning as they listened.
At the same time it was fuelling something inside her and she wondered if the story was turning Norman on too. As creepy as it was to hear an explicit sex scene about themselves Melissa had to admit it was making her incredibly horny.

When it ended she took a long sip of wine before making eye contact. “For the record, I don’t have any piercings below my ears.” She laughed, “but I’m seriously considering getting some.”

Norman snorted. “I’m a fucking stallion. That was awesome.” He tipped back the last of his wine and poured them both more.
Melissa knew she should have declined, but the wine was a great distraction from the fire burning low in her belly.

“I’m kinda liking this McReedus thing. Are there any more?” Mel gave him a look, but he was pumped.
Norman grinned, “We should totally do some crazy pose and tweet it, then see how fast it’s all over tumblr.”

“I don’t know…”

Norman nudged her, “Oh come on, we do it all the time for the Carylers.”

“Okay,” Mel gave in. She always gave in so easy to his crazy schemes. “What have you got in mind?”

Norman smirked, “How about a McBride tongue shot? And I’ll Tweet it from my account? That should do the trick.”

So Melissa found herself hanging out her tongue, imitating one of Norman’s signature poses, while he snapped her photo. He tweeted it and within seconds there were favorites and retweets.

“Okay, check Tumblr now,” he said after a few minutes.

Mel opened the app on her phone and went to the McRedus tag.
“You have got to be kidding me,” she said in awe.

The photo had already been blogged by 4 different people and there were comments and reblogs on all of them.
Mel laughed and blushed as she read a few of them.

“MMB can lick me with that tongue any day.
Hmm, what are McReedus up to tonight?
Are they trying to kill us?”

They looked at each other again and laughed. They both adored their fans fiercely and weren’t laughing at them, just at the craziness of the world they were caught up in since joining the cast of The Walking Dead.

Mel hadn’t noticed that Norman had filled up her wine glass again until after she had taken another sip.

“Um, I guess it’s going to be a cab ride home for me hmm?” she said, as Norman drank more wine.

She didn’t have a vehicle but even if she did, neither of them were in any condition to drive.
Coffee with Bailey’s and 3 glasses of wine for her, and a shot of something earlier and at least 3 glasses of wine for him meant neither was getting behind the wheel.

“Why don’t you just stay?” he suggested.
“It’s late. It would be a long and expensive cab ride.”
He used the excuse as if money was a huge deal, which was obviously amusing.

“I don’t know. Probably not a good idea,” she replied hesitantly.

“You can have my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch. No big deal,” he shrugged.

Once again she found herself giving in to his crazy schemes.
Must be the alcohol, she thought.
“But there’s one thing we have to do before we go to sleep,” Norman said, standing up.

When Mel stood, she realized just how much she had drank.
It took a minute to get her bearings before she was ready to walk.
Once again she had no idea where she was going as Norman took her hand and led her from the room.

Family Portrait (Chapter Twenty)


They were gone. She was gone. Possibly forever. I had watched her walk out of the house, watched her put the kids in the car and watched them drive away without doing anything. I should have done something.

I should have ran after them, I should’ve followed them in my car. I should’ve gone to Rebecca’s house and demanded to see Hailee and the boys. Should have, would have, could have.

I was disgusted by myself as I walked back into the house after watching her car and her middle finger as they drove away and disappeared. The house still smelled of the Thanksgiving dinner Hailee had slaved over all day. To think that just this morning we were happy, planning a trip to New York to see the parade.

Our family day was ruined, of course, by Kelly. I guess I was to blame for that. I invited her over for Thanksgiving because of Emmaline. Emmaline was alive because I went over to Kelly’s house after a stupid fight with Hailee and had sex with her. This was all my fault. If I had just been the nice, loving husband- no, wait, not even that. If I had been the nice, loving father of Hailee’s children/boyfriend I was supposed to be, none of this would have happened. So what if we went through a lot of rough patches? Every couple does. So what if for a while we weren’t into each other? My parents went through half of a decade acting like that and my dad didn’t cheat on my mom.

Immature. That’s what it was. It was immature to act impulsively like that after every fight. It had been like a cycle. Hailee and I fight, I go do a sexual act with Kelly, Hailee and I fight, I go do a sexual act with Kelly and so on and so forth.

Growing up, I was taught that the most important thing in life was family. A family is a group of people who love each other no matter what. I’ll admit that I didn’t love Hailee when we were fighting, I didn’t love Hailee when I was with Kelly. But I loved Hailee right now. The burning in my chest where my heart used to be was proof of that. Sometimes when kids have a loose tooth they’ll tie one side of a roll of string around it and the other side to a door and slam the door shut and the tooth will come out. When I met Hailee in high school, she tied one end of a strand of string around my heart, tight. The string only got tighter as our family grew, as our love grew. Hailee still had the other side of the string, though, and when she walked out of the front door and drove away, it was like slamming a door and my heart got ripped right out of my chest. It was lying shattered in the snow in front of the house. I didn’t bother to go get it.

The house was quiet as I cleared up the remnants of Thanksgiving dinner. Usually, I would have heard the boys playing or Hailee talking or the TV playing a movie that everyone in the house had watched a million times, but never got tired of. The sound of silence buzzed in my ears and I contemplated calling her. Not Kelly, but Hailee. I wanted to apologize, to explain that I had said those things to Kelly in a fit of anger and I wasn’t thinking about what I was saying. Not that any excuse could cover what I did. I was an awful man, an inexcusable disgrace to the human race and I knew right then that Hailee deserved better. I wanted her to find someone better.

A wonderful, caring woman like Hailee deserved way better than a piece of shit scumbag like me. I didn’t treat her like a queen or a princess, she needs someone to do that for her. She needs someone to recognize her hard work and applaud it and verbally appreciate it. God knows I never did.

It was in the silence of the house that I realized that I was an awful person who didn’t deserve everything I had basically handed to me. Another impulsive decision was to call Sammy. I needed to get out of the house and out of my misery and Sam always knew what to do to help.

Partying, I had learned back in high school, was never the answer to anything. Something I didn’t learn in high school, though, was how helpful alcohol is to a broken heart. I demanded that Sam take me to a club where I could drink my sorrows away and blab and complain to him and the bartender and whoever else was listening. This method of solving problems worked. I’d order a drink, gulp it down so that the contents filled the hole in my chest in the shape of a heart and I’d say something about my life before ordering another drink and starting the cycle over again.

“She’s the sexiest woman to ever walk the planet. Men grovel at her feet.” I spit, a small scowl on my face as I twirl the contents of the shot glass around a little before tilting my head back and swallowing it. It burns. But not as bad as the burning from her leaving earlier. “I mean, she’s a whole package, guys. She’s sexy, she works hard, she takes care of the house, she takes care of the kids, she cooks, she dances around to some music in her head as she does most of those things. Literally one of the most beautiful things. She’s truly beautiful.”

“If you love this girl so much, why are you here?” The bartender asked, sliding two bottles of beer down the counter to waiting customers.

It was a late hour, a time for the clubs and the bars to start bumping. But, Sam brought me to a mildly tame bar that wasn’t so busy that night. I hadn’t been there long, but long enough to describe every inch of Hailee, everything from her head to her toes. The bartender was intrigued as I ordered another drink.

“Because I’m not worthy of her.” I answered his question. “I cheated on her and produced another child-”

“The cutest little thing ever, if I may remind you. Don’t let this make you resent Emmaline.” Sammy scolded, snatching the drink away from me before I could swallow it. He did the honors himself.

“Who? Me? Resent Emmaline?  Of course not! She’s my sweet baby girl and I won’t let anything happen to her. No matter what.” I insisted, taking a look at the menu in front of me. The words were blurry already.

“Son, let me get this straight, you cheated on your wife-” I interrupted the bartender here to point out she wasn’t my wife, but he ignored it and carried on, “who gave you two baby boys and she’s the perfect 10? Why on earth would you do that?”

Oh, the dreaded question. I took a deep breath and let it out in a long, heartbroken sigh.

“I don’t know. I think it was because I wasn’t happy with her, but now I’m not happy without her. And I can’t reverse anything now because she’s going to be on her way to her parents’ house in the morning. She’ll probably date my best friend from high school and totally forget about me.” I dreaded the thought of that, the thought of Hailee wrapped around someone else, my boys having a different father figure in their life. It was something no father wanted to think about.

Sam reached over and patted my shoulder tenderly and ordered a bottle of water for me. I didn’t touch it. Water was unappealing to me at the moment.

“Should have married her,” Sam muttered, opening the water bottle for me and forcing it into my hand. I held it, but didn’t move my hand. “Maybe all she wanted was to get married,” he continued.

I was distracted with something going on on a few stools down from me at the bar. There were two people leaned up against it, man against woman, their lips pressed together feverishly. Their hands were roaming each other’s bodies, his hand rubbed down her thigh to pick her leg up and hook it up onto his hip. I couldn’t see their faces until they disconnected their lips and he started attacking the woman’s neck. When he started on the tender skin, she turned her head towards me and she looked an awful lot like Hailee.

I stood up quickly, knocking over a shot glass and shattering it and spilling water everywhere. I blinked angrily and looked back at the two, but it was someone else. She was a woman with dark brown hair and looked nothing like Hailee. It was my alcohol induced mind playing tricks on me.

I lifted the water bottle in my hand up to my mouth and chugged down whatever was left in it. It was surprisingly satisfying.

“You’re right, Sam.” I stated, spinning around quickly and getting extremely dizzy. I sat down and watched as Sam tried to clean up the mess I made with the shot glass, apologizing over and over again to the bartender.

“I think we need to go, Jack.” Sam told me, ignoring my previous statement. He put his hands on my shoulders and started to lead me away from the bar, throwing money on the counter before we got too far away to do so.

“No!” I yelled, trying to wiggle out of his hands. “I need to go get a ring! I need to propose! I’m never going to let her go again!”

This whole idea seemed like the obvious solution to my intoxicated brain. I wanted to go get a ring right now, drive to Rebecca’s house, and propose. Marriage would solve everything, right? It was supposed to. Sam disagreed with everything I said to try to get him to go to the jeweler to get the perfect ring for her.

“You need to go home and get all of the alcohol out of your system. If you still think this is a good idea in the morning then I’ll go with you to look for a ring.”

I grumpily agreed and stomped out of the bar and to his car. He drove me home and promised to call me in the morning to see how I was doing. To see if I still wanted to go through with everything.

I did. I woke up the next morning unusually refreshed and ready for the day. Mentally, at least. Of course my appearance was hideous. Without thinking twice, I jumped out of bed, ignoring the headache that came all of a sudden and got into the shower. I was trying not to think about it because I didn’t want to chicken out. I chickened out last time..

As I got dressed, I called Sam to see if he was up. He was, thankfully. He probably knew I wasn’t going to let this go. I arranged to pick him up in thirty minutes and hung up. Before I put my phone away, I dialed Hailee’s phone number out of curiosity. I wanted to see if she would answer her phone, or if she had changed it.

It didn’t even ring, went straight to voicemail. It was dead.

I tried not to think about what could be going on while her phone was turned off and tried to focus on the task at hand. This would not be like last time. This time I would actually go through with it. This time, I’m sure that I want to be her husband and nothing in the world could stop me from wanting that. I want to give her the world- I’ll start with this.