"How could you do this to me, Clint? We've been together for 20 years…" said Bobbi wiping tears with the back of her hand.
"We didn't plan this. It just happened" he shrugged and tucked his hands on his pocket. "I'll pack my things and leave in the morning. I'll sleep on the couch"
"If you walk out that door, you'll never see Francis again" she warned
"I'm taking him with me" Clint said sharply
"The hell you are! Francis stays with me, I am his mother" Bobbi said while turning on her heels and heading to the kitchen
"And I am his father" he said following behind her "Bobbi, don't make this any harder than it already is…" she turned around to slap him across the face. "Okay, I deserved that" he muttered while rubbing his cheek
"Harder? Please! And you deserve much worse, Clinton" she snarled, her face an inch away from his "Don't call me Bobbi, its Barbara for you now"
Clint sighed "Look, I already called my lawyer, paper are ready for you to sign them…"
"Shut up! I am not signing shit!" she slammed her fist in the counter.
"Calm down, Barbara, you'll wake him up…" he pleaded
"Fuck you! Fuck! You!" she yelled walking around the counter to get away from him. Bobbi was losing it. "How long?"
"How long what?"
"How long have you two been fucking behind my back?"
Six years, but he couldn't say that, it would only make it worse. "A year…"
"Don't dare lying to me right now, Clinton. How. Fucking. Long?" she growled.
Let's try with half, he thought to himself. "Three years…"
"Three years?! You two are unbelievable!" Bobbi scoffed. Clint raised his hand and looked over to the kitchen door. Two seconds later, teenager Francis walked in yawning and rubbing his eyes.
"Mom? Dad? What's going on?"
"Nothing, go back to bed" Clint smiled.
"Everything's fine, honey. Go to sleep" Bobbi spoke to him softly.
"You two are terrible liars" he frowned.
"We'll talk in the morning, Francis. Go to bed" Clint commanded.
"Are you guys getting divorced?" he insisted.
"Francis, go to bed now" Bobbi pointed her finger in the direction of his bedroom. Francis rolled his eyes but obeyed, they waited for the sound of his bedroom door closing.
Bobbi rested her elbows on the counter and lowered her hear, she looked at Clint "I won't get Francis in the middle of all this crap… You're his father after all. But he stays with me. And it's not a request"
"Fine" he nodded. "I know you probably don't wanna hear this, but I am sorry, Barbara. I really am"
"You're right, I didn't wanna hear it" she said taking her wedding ring off and placing it on the counter. "You invited her to Francis' birthday parties. We had dinner together. Am I a joke to you, Clinton? Did you ever love me?-Actually don't answer that... I just… Wow…" she ran a hand through her hair. "I thought Natasha was my friend. And now you two are moving in together and you planned to take our son with you? Are you fucking kidding me?"
"What do you want me to say?" Clint shrugged.
"That you're a piece of shit… for a start"
"Barbara…" he said placing a hand on her shoulder but she slapped it away.
"Don't fucking touch me" Bobbi snarled.
Clint looked down. "I'll go pack my stuff…"
"Yes, you go do that" she said and walked out of the kitchen into the living room. Bobbi sat down staring at the window and felt a tear rolling down her cheek. She cupped her face in her hands and all the hurt, the anger and sadness hit her like a train. She cried for ten minutes straight and then heard steps approaching her.
"I'm done" Clint spoke softly not taking her eyes off her. Bobbi wiped her tears and stood up.
"I want you gone by the time I wake up. And you will be the one to tell Francis" she said not looking at him, then walked away from Clint and to her bedroom. She threw herself in bed, her face facing down the pillow. She let out a muffled cry, then rolled over and starred at the ceiling. She heard a knock on the door, got up from bed all raged up "You said you were sleeping on the-"
"Mom? Can I stay with you tonight?" Francis said softly.
"Yes. Come on in" she opened the door wider.
