A/N: I started a story like this one a few months ago but never finished it. I got a new idea for it the other day and decided to completely re-write it. This is basically my first fanfic so constructive criticisim is welcome but no flames please.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing.

Lacey's heart stops when the bedroom door opens, he wasn't supposed to come home tonight; he had called to tell her he had a late surgery. She distinctly remembers him saying he wouldn't be home. When he slams the bedroom door she pushes Wesley off of her and scrambles to find something to put on, before running out of the bedroom and down the stairs after Mark.

"Mark!" She calls after him, desperately wanting to explain, to fix what she'd done.

"Mark please." Her voice is pleading. "Let me explain." She grabs his arm as she reaches the bottom of the stairs and he whirls around.

"Let you explain?" He yells at her. "What the hell is there to explain?"

As she searches for the right words he shakes his head, anger evident in his eyes.

"Was cheating on me not enough? Did you have to do it my house? In my bed? God Lacey, Madeline and Kaydence are right down fucking the hallway." His voice booms through the house and she flinches.

"Get out."

To say Lacey is shocked would be an understatement. Sure she deserved to be thrown out but Mark actually doing so never crossed her mind.

"Wh-what?"


"You heard me."

"Mark please."

"Get out of my house." His voice is unusually calm.

"No."

"You wanted Wesley, now you can have him."

"I don't want him Mark, you have to give me a chance to fix this."

"I can't. I can't even look at you, because when I do all I see is him on top of you."

It almost scares Lacey that he's not yelling. She's not used to him being calm and it's making her uneasy.

"Mark. Please, I'm sorry."

He shakes his head.

"Never mind. You stay, I'll go."

In one swift motion he grabs his keys and walks out the door without looking back, when the door slams behind him Lacey sinks to the floor, hot, angry tears streaming down her face. She pulls her knees to her chest and she cries, she cries for her failed marriage, for her girls who probably heard that entire argument and for not thinking when she kissed Wesley back. Her cell phone begins to ring and without even looking at it she slams it against the wall, shattering it to the floor in a hundred tiny pieces.

"Mommy?"

Her head snaps up, at the top of the staircase is Kaydence, her eyes filling with tears as she stares down at Lacey.

"What's going on?"

Lacey puts her head in her hands, that's a loaded question and she doesn't know how to answer it.

"Where'd Daddy go?"

More tears slip down Lacey's cheeks as Kaydence slowly makes her way down the stairs to sit next to Lacey.

"I don't know."

"Why did he leave?"

"Its complicated baby, its just really complicated."

"Are you okay?" Her voice is full of concern and worry and it breaks Lacey's heart. She shouldn't have to worry about her; it should be the other way around.

"No." Lacey replies because she doesn't have the strength to lie, not tonight.

"Is Daddy gonna come back?"

"I don't know baby. I just don't know."

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So, let me know what you think. Should I continue or no?