What was wrong?

I tried so many times go see what was wrong with Micheal. I don't know what I did this time.. he was talking to me, yes. But, he just wouldn't say what was wrong..

"William."

William hummed in response as his head turned towards me.

"I don't think Micheal is okay.."

William sighed as he heard me mention Micheal. Why was he so hesitant to showed that he cared?

"Look.. Micheal, is apart of my problems right now, I'll get to it when I can."

Get to it when he can? Micheal wasn't a work issue.. he was a human being, with feelings. He shouldn't just be pushed aside like he was part of a schedule or agenda, he should be loved.. and taken care of.

"Will—"

"Y/n.. I said I'll get to it."

William walked up the stairs. he seemed angry, If not agitated. Maybe I've been pushing him too hard, maybe I was pushing the relationship between the two too hard.

I sighed, standing and walking into the kitchen. I grabbed a glass of water and walked back into the living room, but before I could sit down the door opened.

"Willy! Micheal!"

Clara called out. She took off her heels immediately after walking in. There were about five shopping bags in one hand as she was taking off her shoes with the other.

"Oh.. it's you"

She scoffed, taking her sunglasses off as she dropped her shopping bags on the table.

"We're is I need.. him."

Need him? What did she mean? Need him for money.. probably. Clara was definitely using William for money.. at least I thought. She seemed  like she was still in love with him, yet she only stayed for some type of package.

I heard the door open once more as I saw Henry walk in. Henry....

he was nice— basically just the opposite of William. He never said anything mean or cold, he was always soft and gentle when talking, and he never really said anything directly without a gentle tone. Like I said, opposite of William.

"Oh, I see we're all here."

He placed his hands in his pockets, as he stood beside Clara.

"Oh, Henry.. look at the things I bought, I think there's something for you in there—"

Clara said as she hugged Henry's torso, quickly scurrying to go look through the shopping bags to look for the supposed gift she had.

I raised my brows, my lips forming into a straight line as I looked at Henry, I gave him the "I'll be right back" look, and walked upstairs.

"What's with her?—"

I could hear clara say before all the noise cut off once I walked into the hallway.

I walked through the hall towards Williams room, only to find that the pink door was creaked open. I peaked inside and there he was, lost in thought. He always came here when he needed to think. It put a smile on my face to see how much he cared about his daughter, of course that wasn't the same as the care he showed for his son.

"I'm sorry for pushing you so hard.."

I said silently as I closed the door.

William glanced at me, then looked back towards the ceiling as he laid on his back on the small pink bed.

"Come on.. don't ignore me."

I dragged my words as I walked closer, eventually sitting on the edge of the bed. I stared at him, hoping to get his attention, and to my surprise it worked.

"Why are you ignoring me? You know it won't do you any good."

I kept my water on the night stand as I placed my hands on his chest moving closer to him.

"I can't resist."

William says as he cups my cheeks, kissing me softly before pulling away and sitting up.

I tilted my head, a soft smile on my face before it went back to my normal neutral expression. I leaned back as I waited for William to eventually confront  to the situation.

"I will okay, I'm just—"

"Not ready?"

I interrupted before he could go any further. And as I think about it now, that could have ruined the whole moment.

"Don't interrupt me."

William grabbed my chin, pulling my face closer to his before letting go and facing his front.

"After what he did.. I just couldn't forgive him. But then— but then you told me it wasn't his fault and I thought it over.. and— I just don't know what to do."

He ran his hands through his hair.

"I just don't know what to do without her.."

I hugged Williams torso, tightly. I couldn't help but feel petty. I wished I could help, but I couldn't interfere.. Micheal wouldn't let me, William was hesitant. If I interfered, it would just turn to one big mess.

"You know.. had a son. He used to be just like Micheal.. do you know what I would do? I would sit, and talk."

I paused.

"But only about the most random things.. not the problem."

William sighed, looking up to the ceiling once more before getting up. He ran his hands through his hair once more before beginning to walk out of the room, he stopped immediately when he saw I wasn't following.

"Aren't you coming?"

"No."

William turned. He looked somewhat worried that I wouldn't be there. Did he really need me there? Or did he just want me there? I could tell that he needed me to be there to take over, but it just seemed like he wanted me there just as a form of a reliever.

"Why not? Just stand by the door."

and with that, William walked out the pink room and into his sons room. I nodded slowly as I was a bit anxious to see what would happen myself.

I got up and walked to micheals room, creaking the door open so I could hear closely.

William talked.. and talked, and at some point Micheal talked as well. Even Henry came up to see what was taking me so long, and to his surprise— no.. shock, they were fine!

I was happy with my self. Finally.. I had managed to fix everything, it was going great! I wondered what would happen next. I was looking forward to leaving, I was looking forward to seeing my daughter again! Everything was.. fine.

Finally...