1 week ago

Under the rock just like all times. He still puts the key there. Well Jeremy had never been a man of change.

I open the house and start to clean. Making sure that everything I put my hands on is spotless. With everything in check.

I begin making dinner, his favourite : lasagna . And just like he used to like it, for dessert I make his favourite apple pie.

He walks in. He looks disheveled.  I smile internally, bitch dont know what I'm about to do to him.

"Jenny?" He asks.

"Hey baby." I say knowing exactly what endearment makes him feel.

"Are you– you're here." He says breathlessly.

Oh really? I was wondering where I was.

"Are you back?" He asks.

He smiles like Ethan when he sees cake and ice cream.

"I'm back my love." I press.

"Go on up and change. We'll talk during dinner." I smile.

He goes upstairs constantly staring back at me as if I'm some God.

He walks back and sits opposite me. Staring at me like he's just discovered gold.

"So are you here to stay?" He asks.

I smile, this is the same Jeremy I met back in college. But who am I trying to kid? This lad right here should be an actor because he is a natural.

"Yes." I simply. Not trusting my mouth which wants to be smart right now.

"What changed your mind. I mean I thought you were head first in to that billionaire's pocket." He says in a teasing tone.

I offer a dry chuckle.

No body is about to talk about my Nathan like that.

"What I did to you was wrong baby. Just getting my stuff and leaving like that? That was just cold. And I'm so sorry." I say pouting .

Like I've seen girls do.

"Well let's just hope you're here to stay." He says digging into the food.

"Well I do have one request." I begin.

I watch his face morph from solace, to anger to trying to mask everything in less than a second.

A part of me sinks back and shuts the hell up. But that's a very small part of me. I've grown a bit of a back bone.

"Go one." Its his turn to give me a dry chuckle.

" I need you to return Ethan to New York." I say. He stares at me.

"That's all?" He asks.

I nod. Then he shrugs. This man has never cared about our son, not one bit. What kind of a fool had I been?

"On the condition that I see that you're not here just to free him. That you really love me." He says.

"Of course I love you. Let me get that for you dear–" I say taking his plate to wash it.

"I'll see you upstairs." He says nodding.

I nod back.

Okay somebody has to hand me a Grammy. I walk upstairs and knock on his door.

"Enter." He says.

I walk in slowly and shyly. He stares at me. I shrug out of my clothes and into his shirt.

I scoot into the bed. He smiles and puts his arms around me.  He begins to caress the skin of my arms.

Which by the way makes me want to croll out of my skin and leave it there for him to caress since he likes it so much.

He chuckles. I bet he's thinking about me. His blue eyes darken into navy as I stare at him.

He kisses me , it feels aggressive and very teethy. I just pout out.

He tugs the shirt up and I pull back.

"I–uh. I'm on my period." I say shyly.

He nods. And sighs out of frustration. This man though.

I'm not about to slip like that. I'm not a fool anymore.

1 week later

I walk downstairs in his shirt, tired of his weird smelling perfume.

I begin to make breakfast. Humming a cheerful tune.

The entire week here has been exhausting. From him asking if my period is over to him wanting to cuddle at night while all I'm thinking about is Nathan.

Is he okay though?

This is why I hate the fact that I left my phone at his house.

I really miss his voice,  and everything about him. From his genuine heart to his lame dad jokes and spaghetti.  I just miss him.

I hear footsteps waddling down the stairs.

I turn around with the same bright smile that's obviously not caused by him.

"Morning my love." I greet.

"Hey. Is breakfast ready?" He asks.

And I nod, ushering him to the dinner table.

He sits and I dish the waffles out for him. And I pour the strawberry syrup for him and half a tub of ice cream for myself.

I'm so tired right now. Maybe this whole act is just exhausting me.

He digs in and immediately moans. I stare at him.

He hasn't hit me since I came back, but I know that this man is too good to be true. I watch him, occasionally zoning out to those days when this was real.

Where I was absolutely infatuated by him and there was nothing anybody could tell me that would pull me away from him.

I stare at him with hatred.

He is the reason why I lost my children. He is the reason why I dont believe in myself and I dont think I'm that worth it. It's his fault.

"You're awfully quiet." He says.

Oh I didnt notice.

"I'm not feeling alright." Is all I say.

An emotion foreign to me flashes by his eyes, concern . He's never been concerned before.

"I'm so sorry, what's wrong?" He asks dropping the cutlery on the unfinished breaks.

While I scoop in alot of the food to just keep him waiting.

He stares impatiently.

"I dont know. Anyway it's fine. Can you um? Send Ethan home?" I ask.

He stares at me, for so long that I fear he wont do it. But I'm tired, I'm tired of fearing when it comes to this man.

"I'll send him there tonight. " he says.

"You know, all you had to do was to apologise and I'd have come home." I tell him.

Irregardless how vague the lie tastes in my mouth.

I stare at him.

"I know." He says smiling.

I stand and I do both our dishes and I head upstairs to nap. I'm so tired.

The entire time I can feel someone watching me. Until I fall into deep slumber. Then I doubt that anyone is watching me  now.

I wake up to his mumbling. I look out the window to see that the sky is darkening. Wow, I slept that long?

He says something then he walks back into the room.

He seats on the corner of the bed and he cracks his knuckles.

"Why did you do it?" He asks.

"Do what?" I reply. He doesnt turn back.

"Why did you leave me?" He asks.

Really? Are we really asking stupid questions?

"I'm sorry, I was being stupid." I tell him.

He nods then leaves the room.

Then he turns to look at me.

"Your child is back home." And I nod.

It's how he said my child. But it's okay. Now plan B can start.