Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight... I own nothing.
A/N: Thanks so much for the alerts and reviews... I'm happy I didn't get backlash for the pairings. I thought I'd change things a little. Plus, not everything goes the right way for everyone.
Selfish 7
1, 2, 3, 4...
53, 54, 55, 56...
His staring is starting to be really borderline creepy.
I would have thought that he looked dead... all pale and eyes wide open...
If it wasn't for the way his mouth keeps opening and closing... opening and closing.
"Well, are you going to say something... anything or what?" I ask, my tone sounding more harsh than I meant for it to be.
"D-d-di-divorce," he whispers.
Y-y-yes... finally. At least stuttering is a step closer to talking.
"Yes, Carlisle. I want a divorce. These are the papers waiting for your signature. I hum..."
And this is where I start to second guess everything.
Which is why I am still married after seven years.
"Why?"
Oh, no! Not the teary eyes... Please don't let them roll down...
And there they go... Fuck!
I approach him and lower myself to my knees, and just because I'm very sexually deprived...
I contemplate giving him an impromptu blow job...
If I can just pull the zipper down and show him what I want...
What I need...
No, no, no... divorce... divorce... divorce...
Must... stay... strong...