Malaysia's POV

   Ethena and I are standing outside of the house, having a conversation.  She's pissed.

"I cannot BELIEVE he came home drunk!  Jacob saw his dad in a drunken stupor!  He saw him passed out on the couch!  I had to put him back to bed!  Why was he even up?!"

"I'm sorry this happened, Ethena.  Is he permanently back now?"  She raises her brows at me, tilting her head down.  "You really think I'm gonna let him be around our son after him seeing him like that?  After Ron is done sleeping on the couch, he's going right back to the hotel.  He drove here, he can sure drive the fuck back."

"I think Ron is becoming too much."  "Did you know his mom thinks I'm a lesbian?  She needs to mind her damn business."  She says, her arms folded over her chest.

"Oh shit.  She's waaaaaaayyy too close to the truth.  She's onto you."  "Why were they even talking about me anyway?  His mom should not be concerned with me.  I'm not married to her."

"Maybe he was venting to her.  Everything seems to be taking a toll on him.  Whatever it is, he needs to get his shit together.  He's lookin' reeeal sloppy right now."

"I swear, I want a divorce.  I want one so bad, but I refuse to put Jacob through that."  "Come here."

She steps closer to me, and I hug her with all my might.  Her hand strokes my hair.

"I love you, Malaysia.  So much.  I wish you could run away with me and Jacob and we can leave Ron behind."

"I want that, too."