I stare at Vic’s sleeping figure before turning my head to the clock sitting on our bedside. 2:05am. Everything feels so surreal. I slowly sat up, carefully moving Vic’s arm that’s wrapped around my waist and stared at the blowing of the wind on our curtains. He’s so tired that the moment I unlocked the door, he went straight to the showers and jumped quickly to bed.
Of course I still had to take care of Caleb and put Quinn to bed. I snuggled next to him at around nine thirty and forced myself to sleep but I just couldn’t.

I grabbed my robe and made my way to the balcony, sliding the door shut behind me. It’s cold
outside. I sat on the balustrade, ran a hand to my hair and then looked up. It’s dark outside but the moon is bright enough for me to see the trees and everything on my surroundings.

But I chose to look up and admire the beauty. I’ve always loved the night sky. I love space and the stars and the moon and the planets. I’m into that “all these space are making my all my problems seem small” shit.

Before on nights like this, I would’ve woken Vic up. He’d wrap his strong arms around me and would rest his chin on my shoulder, and then I’d feel safe. We’d stay up together and he’d tell me random things just to distract me. My favorite was when he told me stories about the planets and Greek mythology. I just love how he talked about them, like he’s a kid who’s been dying to tell someone about his obsession with planets and found the right person to tell them to. And how his eyes lit up when he talked about it.

But right now, I doubt that will happen. I bet he’s pissed at me because of the call. He didn’t even say anything to me after that, not a single word. But he can’t do that, can he? He can’t keep on punishing me for something that I didn’t want and is long over.

I felt my eyes water. I just feel…so destroyed. I hugged my knees as the cold wind hit my body. It felt good to cry, to let it all out. Lately, I’ve just been winning battles left and right. But even winners can get wounded in the fight. People say that I’m great at handling stress, and that I always have my shit together. I’m Jenna, the girl who always has her shit together. It felt good to just lose it all, for one second. And not worry about a single soul see me.

And so I just sat there and sobbed and cried out. When I finally calmed down, I went back inside. I checked the clock. 4:56am. I did the math. I’ve been crying for three hours. Soon, Caleb would cry and his cry will be echoing through the monitor. And so I tiptoed to their room before he wakes Vic up.

I was right. He’s at his crib, squirming uncomfortably, on the verge of crying. And so I picked him up and held him close to my arms. I fed him and sat on Quinn’s bed. After doing that, I snuggled next to my three-year-old and wrapped my arms around her. She lightly moved so she’s cuddled under my chin.

“Mom…” I heard her whisper against my skin.

“Hmm?”

“You and daddy okay?”

“Yes.” I replied.

“Really?”

“Shhh. Yes. Go back to sleep.” I said softly. I kissed the top of her head and continued shushing her until we both fell back asleep.

*Vic’s POV*

I woke up extremely early today. I turned on our bed and my arms immediately searched for Jenna but she’s nowhere to be found. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and stretching a bit.

I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I couldn’t help my mind wander to where Jenna went. She’s just probably out doing yoga or something, like what she normally does.

I finished up and went back to our bedroom. I picked up a sweater and put it on me. Then her phone vibrated. It’s just here sitting on the bedside table. I’m fighting all the temptation on my body to look at who texted her. We have no problem going over each other’s phones but still, I wanna trust her. And I do. I guess I just wanna keep it that way. But who am I kidding? I’m a jealous bloke so I took her phone and opened her message.

Good morning, beautiful. I called you yesterday. I hope your husband told you about today. Meet me at the cemetery at 10? Then we’ll have lunch. My treat, promise. –Tim

And then it’s sort of a frenzy. I started back reading their conversation. Most of the texts are from Tim. Jenna barely replies to him.

What the actual fuck. I felt anger rising above my chest. This caused my throat to dry out. It’s painful and aggravating. I didn’t wanna start the day off like this but this guy is giving me no fucking choice. Jenna is mine. Jenna is my property. It’s time I let him know that.

So I stormed off downstairs, throwing my wife’s phone on the bed. I found Tony sitting on the couch reading the news. He lowered the newspaper to look at me.

“Tony, you seen Jenna?!” I said searching the house for her.

“Good morning to you too.” He replied, an eyebrow is raised on me.

“I got no time for this.” I shot impatiently.

He widened his eyes on me and then shrugged.
I continued searching for her. I checked the patio, no sign of her. I checked the kitchen, no Jenna. So I went back to the living room with Tony.

“Why are you up so early anyways?” He asked me, taking a sip of his coffee. “I’m not used to you getting up so early.”

“I’m looking for Jenna.” I’m starting to get irritated by his questions.

“Relax, homie. It’s not like she ran away from you last night. Are her clothes still on your cabinets?” He joked.

I seriously got no time for jokes, especially jokes that are scaring the shit out of me. I didn’t check on her clothes. Jenna would never do that to us. So I emitted a low growl and glared at him.

“Oh come on. Sorry. Did you check Quinn and Caleb’s room?” He suggested.
Shit. Right. I shouldn’t have panicked. So I took off not saying another word to Tony. I ran to our kids’ room and Tony was right. She’s there snuggled next to Quinn. I couldn’t help but smile at my view. All my angered disappeared.

And besides I shouldn’t be taking all my anger on her. It’s not fair. I trust her. It’s him I don’t trust.

I sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her. I noticed her eyes are swollen. Like real bad. It looks like she cried for hours. I can see it even if her eyes are closed. Shit. I’m horrible. I could’ve stayed up with her. Like before.

I ran a hand on her thigh. Her skin felt soft against my palm. Slowly, she opened up her eyes.

“Hi.” I said, unable to find the right words to say to her.

“Hi.” She greeted back with a weak smile, but still she looked beautiful.

“I’m sorry.” We said in unison.

I scooted closer to her. “No Jenna. I am sorry. You shouldn’t be sorry at all. You didn’t do anything. I know that I’ve been handling things immaturely and you don’t deserve this really. And I’m just so sorry.”

She reached for my face and cupped it in between her hands. “I love you, Vic.” Her hands felt warm, and soft.

“I love you too.” I leaned down and kissed her swollen eyes first. And then my lips found hers. I felt my bones weaken.

“Wanna come with me today?” She whispered as we pulled away.

“What about Tim?” I asked.

“What about him? I don’t need him to come with me to Amelia’s. I’m twenty seven years old for fuck’s sake. I don’t need a babysitter. And I have a loving husband who I really want Amelia to meet.” She said smiling at me. “What do you say husband?” She wrapped her arms around my neck.

I just stared at her, I stared at her swollen eyes. I couldn’t brush off the thought that I wasn’t there for her. I was stupid and immature.

“Hey.” She pouted. “I thought you wanted to see the places I grew up in.”

“Of course. I’ll come with you.” I said. Although the last time I forced her about it, it exploded in my fucking face. I’m a bit scared now.

“What do you say, we go out today and leave the kids to my mum’s and have a night for ourselves?” She said wiggling her eyebrows.

“Let me just say, that that’s a good idea and that I married a genius.” I said kissing her again.

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It was Tony and Erin’s turn to make breakfast. Next to Jess, Erin is the best cook in the house basically because she owns a food blog and has traveled the world for food. We all sat on the patio watching Family Guy when Mike motioned for us to go to the kitchen. Jenna said something like, “I need water” and I said, “Let me come with you”. Mike followed the two us.

“Guys, you need to help me get Aly a ring today.” He said, whispering.

“Today?” Vic repeated. “Why does it have to be today?”

“Well because I saw online that we’re going to have a super full moon tomorrow. It happens
very rare and I have to do it tomorrow night.” He said quickly. “She’s mentioned it to me a couple times before. It means so much to her.”

“We can’t today. We have plans….” I whined, almost whispering to myself.

Then Mike’s face dropped. I can see how much this means to him.


“Umm…Vic, go with Mike.” Jenna said. “I can go alone. Take Whak or Matt with you so you don’t get lost.”

“But…” I protested.

Jenna looked me in the eye and cupped my face with her hands. “It’s going to be okay. Do you trust me?”

I simply nodded and pouted like a kid.

“Then go with Mike.” She said. Mike’s face lit up again. “I’ll see you after lunch and then we’ll go on with the plan.”

I took a deep breath before speaking. “Okay.”

I pecked her on the lips and smiled at her. Then I playfully punched Mike on the arm.

“Ow!”

“I hate you…” I muttered.

We made our way back to the patio and finished our breakfast.

Notes

Vote ples. I honestly dk if I should go on with the story. It's getting lame lol