Author's note

Okay, so this popped in my head yesterday as I was reading Charloe FF.

It is AU and Bass is a just 15 years older than Charlie. If you guys want me to continue just drop a comment.

If I continue this story it will be a few weeks, because I still have a couple of other stories to warp up and RL gets in the way of it too.

Enjoy!


"What's going on Charlie?" My mom asks as she hands me a cup of coffee and comes to sit at the kitchen table next to me.

"Bass and I getting a divorce, Mom" I say with sadness in my voice. After eight years together I have called it quits. I don't see another way anymore.

"I knew from the beginning he would do something to hurt you!" My Mother launches into a lecture that she has giving me countless of times, since Bass and I got together.

"Mom…MOM!" I almost shout to stop her mid-sentence. "He hasn't done anything. It is me who has to get out of this marriage. I can't do it anymore."

"Oh Honey, of course it is his fault. After all he is always gone; leaving you with Alex alone at home." Rachel Matheson has never liked Sebastian Monroe. She never once had a good thing to say about him.

"Mom…" I sigh and take a sip of my coffee. "I am only here, so you hear it from me personally and not from a third party. And Bass did what he had to do to support us, since I was still at University as I got pregnant. So please drop it!"

"Fine" My mother huffs and gets up "Do you need anything? Are you going to move back in here?"

"I have found a house to rent and I will be moving there tomorrow. We are going to put the house on the market. I just need you to watch Alex tomorrow so I can get everything done." I inform her. I have been dreading this talk with my mother.

"Yeah…no worries, whatever you need." She tells me and I nod. Time to leave. There is still so much to do.

"He finishes school at 1 Pm and I need you to pick him up. I will pick him up tomorrow night." I walk over to my mother and give her a peck on the cheek, before I leave her house.

Bass and I have been separated for the past month and the divorce papers came last week. I have yet to sign them.

I can't seem to bring myself to pick up the pen and just put my signature on the dotted line. Eight years together, parents for six and married for five.

The only thing I know is that I can't live like this anymore. We don't have a marriage anymore. He is only home for a couple of days a month, before he goes out for another job. He is a civilian contractor for the army, handling dogs which sniff for bombs.

He used to work at an auto shop, but I got pregnant as I was still at University and we needed the money. Bass was supposed to take on only a few of these tours, so that we could safe up money to buy a house. But the money was too good and he wanted to give Alex and me a good life.

Bass changed a lot since he took that job. He has become quieter, loud noises startle him and he has nightmares. I don't even want to begin to imagine what it must be like over there in Iraq and Afghanistan. And I think part of the reason why he goes back out soon after he gets home, is so those nightmares stop, because he has too much time to think when he is at home.

As I get home the house is silent. Our son is at school and Bass is in Iraq, again, which leaves me alone with my thoughts. Which is not a good thing at the moment, because I keep asking myself what could I have done better! Could I have prevented this? These questions are on repeat in my mind 24/7.

My eyes sting as I pack up the rest of mine and Alex's stuff, but no tears come out. There are no tears left to cry, even if I wanted to.