Now and Forever

After the long while of shopping and bickering over random things for Lucas, I couldn't help but think about my future baby who's name had also been debated multiple times; going through names like Hope, which I readily denounced for obvious reasons and Alex which admittedly felt like Alexander Jr. but in a different font.

I shot down the rest of the names at the end of it all because I, the birth giver and maker of this developing fetus have the supreme and overwriting power to strike down all their suggestions... a tad bit dramatic but who's complaining?

The ride home to the house was agonizing, the cars packed and piled together, waiting for brief moment in time where they could move only to be stopped again, where they could taste fresh water only to be stranded in a desert and so there I sat. I wasn't allowed to drive because of my pregnancy though it was mostly blown out of proportion, I mean, I wouldn't go into labour then and there now would I? My point is, this ride couldn't go any slower.

After a whole two excruciatingly long ride, we finally got home. Ready to see Alexander, I started rushing over to our room, that is, rushing as fast as a pregnant woman can. Who wouldn't if they're husband finally stopped saying less than three words to them? And so here I am, exhausted, walking into my room, desperately hoping for Alexander to be there, even somewhat ashamed of how excited I was to see him.

Holding in a deep breath, I swung the door open and peered in to see him sitting on the bed. He looked stressed. Worried more than I had seen him usually, like this was something outside work. His hair was a mess and he tapped his foot on the ground repeatedly, his left hand was clasped in his right. His face was out of view as he stared at the floor.

"Hey.." I drawled out, "are you alright?" I asked quietly and stepped into the room.

He turned to face me at the sound of my voice and that's when I noticed the tired- or was it worried? Concerned? Look on his face. I couldn't tell.

"Is everything oka-"

"We need to get a divorce." He cut me off.

***

No one's P.O.V

down to her stomach as soon as the words left

barely be heard as her arms

stopping him from repeating those godawful words, "I heard.. I heard you the first time," her voice wavered, eyes brimmed with

sound of her voice and the look on her face- you've really done it this time Alexander..

needs to be done. He thought over and over in his head, hoping

for Alexander for he did not want to see the

"Bullshit."

"Excuse-"

over. Gone is the woman that would cry

hands once more before he could say anything else, "you're running away," she stepped closer and Alexander

"I'm not-"

you and Jessica is going to happen with you

be ridiculous," his eyes narrowed as well- mainly for the fact that she's right. He is running away. Like he does with all his emotions- but never will he admit it, "the

can't just end whatever we have just for some.. some

we have here?" He whispered, Amelia probably wouldn't even hear it if she wasn't so intensely