Shawn's POV
Here we are at our twelfth couples counseling session; I honestly think we don't need it anymore. Sure things were bad in the beginning we were arguing a lot and Bret barely came home most nights but things seem better. I even forgave him for cheating on me with that slut that he works with. Things are much better now, granted the kids are very confused with everything going on between us. But I think that coming here was a step in the right direction. We've been coming for two months and talking out our issues and I think things are good enough now that we can work things out on own.
"So Shawn you've told me that you've completely forgiven Bret for his infidelity with his fellow co-worker." Lauren are couples counselor asked me as wrote down in her note pad.
"Yes, Lauren as I was very hurt that he strayed I do have to understand that we were in a bad place at the time and Bret didn't think he could come to me anymore."
"Do you think you can truth him again after this ordeal." she inquired.
"Yes, I do I think the worst is behind us and that Bret and I can make it through anything," I said as I grasped Bret's hand in mine and smiled at him.
"Bret do you honestly believe things are better between the two of you since we've started are weekly sessions." she asked my husband.
"Um, in a matter of speaking yes we are doing better but not everything can be fixed." he said hesitantly.
I looked at him strangely, what could he mean by that we've been doing great talking this out without screaming matches sure we have a little to work on but we are doing fine.
"Bret, honey what are you talking about coming here has done us wonders," I told him tightening my grip on his hand.
"Yeah. I know but I just I have something I have to tell you," he told me as he looked down at our entangled hands and then picking my hand up and giving it a kiss. "You know that I love you right and we've been trying hard to make this work. But I think we're staying together more for the kids than us, and I don't think that this," he gestures to him and I, "is working anymore and maybe we should think about a divorce."
"Bret, what are you saying I thought we were gonna make this work because we love each other!" I shouted as I stood up and stared him down in his chair.
"Look I got a call from Adam a couple of days ago and-"
"You're still talking to that whore who tried to destroy our marriage!"
"Will you just listen for a second Shawn!" he said getting up and looking straight into my eyes. "I was trying to tell to you something but again you won't take a second to stop and listen to me!"
"How can I listen when you're talking about that poor excuse for a-"
"He's pregnant!"
I think it was the moment he said that it felt like I had taken a slap to the face. For a split second it all felt like it had been a waste, the fifteen years we had been together the two children we had brought into this world together, everything. But I couldn't think like that. I just got up and walked out of the room and headed towards the elevators a few seconds later I heard Bret frantically trying to catch up to me. I was inside and the doors were closing but he put a hand between the doors and joined me.
"Shawn, look I don't know anything I can say right now other that I'm truly sorry," he said sincerely trying to get me to look into his eyes. But I wouldn't look I avoided those eyes like the plague.
"Sorry isn't going to cut it Bret!" I took a deep breath as the elevator stop in the parking garage. "You are going to coming home and you are going to be the one to tell our kids that their dads are getting a divorce. Not me because I'm not going to be the one to have to break the news to them. You are also going to tell them about your situation with him. I said with a bitterness and cracking voice.
"Fine, I'll do it Shawn okay I know I owe that to you."
It was quiet the rest of the way as we got into the car and made our way home. The whole way home he'd give me these glances, but I just kept ignoring him and keeping my eyes on the road. When we got to our beautiful San Antonio home our neighbor Phil, was lying on our couch drinking his favorite beverage of choice Pepsi and watching some show with looked to be zombies attacking people.
"Phil, where are the kids Bret has something to tell them." I told him trying to get his attention away from the show that he seemed so engrossed in.
"Oh I think they're both out back or something," he said not looking my way as he took a sip of Pepsi.
"Phil you were supposed to be watching them!"
"I so totally was then I noticed what time it was then I had to turn on my show."
I just shook my head at him. "Well could you pause it and go get them please."
"Fine I mean I'm barely home to get to watch it," he muttered as he paused the show and went out back to collect the children.
We just stood there at arm's length and quietly waited for the kids to come in. They came in seconds later our four years old Cody came in first followed by our eleven year old Kyra.
"Cody, Kyra your Dad has something he has to tell you,"
I watched Bret intently as he sat them down and told them the news, Kyra was trying so hard not to cry she always had to be the strong one. Cody on the other hand was the opposite he got the gist of what Bret was saying and started crying uncontrollably. Kyra's resolved to be breaking as she jumped up and stared at both of us.
"I can't believe you two you said you would be together forever!" Then she looked at me. "And I can't believe you Dad how could you let Daddy just leave like this!" Then she took off running upstairs to her room,
"Kyra, wait," I called out. Cody got up seconds later and followed his sister and ran upstairs as he furiously tried to wipe away his tears.
I glanced at Bret who was sitting on the couch and had his head hung low. It was then that I noticed Phil in the kitchen looking through the window connected to the kitchen and living room, he was looking back and forth between us Pepsi still in hand with rapt attention.
"Wow that was almost better than the Walking Dead."
