a/n this is a sort of sequel to my story 'Monday' but it holds it own as well. Enjoy!
Tuesdays had never bothered her.
She never got out of bed on Tuesday with a sinking feeling in her stomach or cried herself to sleep on Tuesday nights, but this Tuesday was obviously different.
They'd had a fight. Their first real fight. Not minor bickering or ironic games, but full out screaming at each other fighting. She didn't know where it went wrong, or how it went wrong so fast, but the next thing she knew she was setting her engagement ring on the counter, pushing Jack away from her and yelling at him that he'd just lost the best thing he had.
His response was muffled by the hard wooden door she'd just put between them, but it was clear to her ears. "You're wrong about that!" She knew what it meant. She wasn't the best thing he's ever had, he's already had a family and a wife and she was his consolation prize for the tragedy that was his life.
Being back in her house which was still on the market, most of her personal possessions still darkening Jack's halls, she walked slowly from her room to the kitchen in her old fluffy slippers and sweat pants. She realized she was glad that she'd left a few things here to make the place look home-like while agents showed her house, mostly because her kettle was still sitting on the stove with a box of tea nearby.
The attempt at making her home look Norman-Rockwell was laughable, but right now through puffy red eyes and a sadness gnawing in her gut, she couldn't manage to think of anything but Jack.
After drinking her tea, she settled into her over-starched linens that were on her old bed, one she hadn't slept in for over four months, and closed her eyes. It was only 8:30 but she thought if she went to sleep that one-day-at-a-time thing would go a little faster.
She cried herself to sleep.
When she felt the hand on her hip she didn't move. She'd been trained too well to give away any motion to alert her intruder to her consciousness. She briefly slitted her eyes to see the time. 11:45 PM—her brain idly reminded her that it was still Tuesday. As memories washed over her, a sob almost escaped her throat, but she was distracted by the hand that had settled under her head from behind. Another came over top of her and they met at her left wrist.
She opened her eyes to see the hands place her engagement ring back in its place, while a soft kiss was planted at the nape of her neck.
"You can't get rid of me that easy, Carter."
She started crying, grabbing his wrists and pulling them to her to wrap herself in his embrace. His quiet whispering continued.
"I'd love to have children with you. But first and foremost I love you."
With those simple words the fight was over.
She realized as she fell asleep safely ensconced in his arms that it'd be ridiculous to be bothered by Tuesdays, they happen far too often.
A/N I'm still working on my other story, but had the idea to add another day of the week to my old story Monday. I hope you liked it! If you think
I should write a Wednesday... let me know!