Title: Single Turn, Lifes Regrets Part 5 (MAJOR SEASON 7 SPOILERS)
Author: Lynds
Author's Note: Hey! Well I kind of got stumped on this one but here it is.
Hope you all enjoy it! Thank you to Kylie! You're the best and you're so
sweet, thanks for, well you know what! Mary! Not happening without your
help, Kiosha thank you so much! Faith, Court, Magy, JEWEL, Lydia, Lindz,
Lindsey and everyone else who has helped me or sent me feedback on this
story! Please keep it coming. Enjoy!
Summary: See 1-5
Disclaimer: Is it even needed now that DEK doesn't own the characters I'm
using? hehe....Oh well they were his not mine!
Dedication: Faith, thank you SO MUCH, for everything you've done with my
story and everything else. You are the best and you BETTE have the next
part to your story out soon. LOL.......Please? Well anyways this story is
for you!
"Single Turn, Lifes Regrets" Part 5
3 months later
Three months, three long terrible months since our dinner. The only time I
saw Lindsay was when I picked Little Bobby up or dropped him off. I got him
Friday and Saturday nights and she let me take him Wednesday's while she
was in therapy. I could never get enough of having my little boy around and
I had to cherish the limited time I did have with him. In the time Lindsay
and I had been separated she had turned into the ideal, perfect single
mother, our son was most important to her; more important than her own well
being. She always had dark circles under her eyes, even make up didn't
cover them. She didn't take care of herself, she didn't even attmept to
make herself attractive, you could tell. But in my eyes my angel would
always be beautiful to me, and she had lost a lot of weight. She looked so
little and fragile like if you reached out to her she would break. My
thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the phone. I looked at my alarm
clock, 2:00 am on a weekend. Before the loud phone woke my sleeping son I
quietly slipped out of my bed. Ever since Little Bobby started sleeping at
my house he had to sleep in bed with me. It was hard to get him to sleep
and the nights I did get him to sleep it was impossible to get him to sleep
through the night. I reached for the phone and walked into the living room.
"Hello." I answered into the phone, probably not all too nicely either.
"I'm thinking about you." I heard a voice on the other line, a seductive
voice which did nothing for me. Sounded kind of funny, she needed to take
voice lessons from Lindsay.
"Sara stop calling me, don't call me here and don't call me at the office
and don't come to my house!" I hung up the phone and my shouting must've
woken Little Bobby up. I turned around when I heard my name.
"Daddy." Okay not my real name, how about my second name? Yes, sounds good.
"Hey big man, what are you doing up?" I knew exactly why he was up, because
of me.
"I woked up when you no in bed." I walked over to him and yawning I picked
him up.
"I'm sorry."
"It otay." I carried him back to my room and laid with him in bed. I laid
him in front of me, we were both on our sides and he had clasped his hands
around my neck tightly. He didn't want me going anywhere, I didn't want to
go anywhere. He burrowed his head in my chest and after a while of just
lying there he took one of my hands and put my thumb in his mouth. I
smiled, there he goes again, I wonder how long before he ends that stage
altogether? Well I hoped it wasn't soon, I didn't mind it at all, anything
to make my little boy feel better. I looked down when I felt my shirt
become wet. I saw my little boy crying.
"Sport, what's wrong?" He cuddled to me closer.
"I miss you."
"I'm right here."
"I miss mommy."
"You get to see her everyday."
"I miss you and mommy." I sighed. Oh boy, how was I going to deal with
this? Think, think you have to think.
"Well, buddy in daddy's and your little heart your mommy and me will always
be together." Yes, good job Bobby. He looked at me with those eyes. I knew
my eyes would come to haunt me one day, seeing my son's pain god I couldn't
take it.
"How comes not now?"
"Becuase daddy hurt mommy very bad and he has to fix things with mommy
first."
"Then be me, mommy and daddy?" I just looked at him.
"I don't know but I'm going to try."
"Call her?"
"You want to call her?" He started jumping on the bed.
"Yes, I wanna talk to mommy pwease!" He plopped down on the bed and I went
to the living room got the phone and came back. I dialed Lindsay's number
and handed him the phone.
"Hello."
"Hi mommy! Daddy wants to talked to you." I shook my head. What a clever
son.
"No, no we're okay." He handed me the phone anyways and I took it sighing.
"He wanted to call you. I didn't know he was having this in mind." I spoke
to Lindsay. I did have to admit though it was so good to hear her voice.
"Bobby put him back on, I want to talk to him." I sighed.
"Okay. Here sport mommy wants to talk to you." I saw the pain in his eyes,
he knew his mother and I weren't going to talk.
"Hi mommy." He said it in a sad voice this time.
"Hey pumpkin, what's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?"
"No."
"Are you scared?"
"No. Daddy no said night to you."
"Oh okay, put him back on sweetie."
"Otay." I saw my son smile. "Wove you mommy."
"Love you too."
"Look Bobby let's just say goodnight for him okay?"
"Okay."
"Goodnight Bobby. Have him call me in the morning."
"Okay, goodnight Linds." I smiled just for my son. I hung up the phone and
put it on the side of the bed. "There, time for more sleep now that daddy
and mommy said goodnight."
"Otay." He cuddled into me and sucked my thumb again before trying to fall
asleep, for me sleep was impossible and easy for my son. It's always the
other way around, but I was glad he was getting sleep. I managed to fall
asleep around 4 and was awoken again around 8 by my son.
"Daddy. We gots call mommy!" He was jumping on the bed. I slowly opened my
eyes.
"Okay kiddo, grabbed the phone and bring it to daddy." He hopped off the
bed and to the table next to my bed.
"Here daddy." I dialed Lindsay's number and handed him the phone.
"Hello."
"Mommy!" God what energy this kid had at 8 am.
"Morning angel."
"Mommy I come home now?" I opened my eyes and sat up, it was Sunday we were
supposed to have all day together still.
"You want to come home now?"
"Yup, pwease?"
"Okay, I'll come get you in a second."
"Otay mommy."
"Let me talk to daddy." He handed the phone to me and I took it. I was not
greeted with the nicest voice.
"I don't know what you did to make our son want to come home early but the
fact is he does and I'm on my way now." Before I could say anything she
hung up. I looked at my son and it hurt to know he didn't want to stay with
me.
"Buddy, you don't want to spend the day with daddy?" He shook his head.
"But we were going to see grandpa."
"You go, I go mommy." He got down and went into his room. If I wasn't so
hurt by the fact he wanted to leave I would have laughed at what I saw. He
had taken his overnight bag from the chair and took all the clothes that
were on the floor and stuffed them in it. He walked to his crib and reached
for his blanket hanging over the side but couldn't reach. He looked at me.
"Daddy help, help." I walked over and got it for him and put it in the bag.
"My pwillow." I walked into my room and grabbed his pillow for him.
"Here buddy."
"Tanky." He took the pillow and walked to the front door dragging his bag
behind him. I walked out following him.
"You hungry?"
"No."
"Thirsty?"
"No."
"Want to watch tv?"
"I want go home."
"Oh. Okay." I tried holding back tears, I really was losing my family. At
least after I lost Lindsay I still had my son but I didn't have him
anymore. He stood right by the door looking at it the whole time. I sat on
the couch watching him. He didn't look at me once. The doorbell rang and
his face lit up. That's how bad of a father I was?
"In! In!" He screamed so Lindsay would hear him. I heard the door open and
she walked in. His face lit up and he ran into Lindsay's arms.
"Hey baby, you ready." He nodded his head and I walked over ready for a
kiss and hug from my son. Lindsay took his things and turned to the door.
"No mommy I carry." He took his bag from Lindsay and I saw it come down on
him causing him to fall. He got back up and took the bag dragging it to the
door like before. "Bye daddy." He waved to me and I let the tears fall. He
didn't say 'I love you' or anything just 'bye daddy' Lindsay looked at me
and for a second I thought I saw her eyes soften as if feeling bad for me.
Quick second because she was out the door in a second leaving it with a
hard slam.
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I looked at my son through the rearview mirror of my car. He had little
tears coming down his face which caused tears to come down mine too. The
whole car ride was silent. We got into the house and he was still dragging
his little backpack around. He went to his room and I sat on the couch.
What in the world could have gone so wrong? Little Bobby missed his daddy
when he wasn't with him, he always wanted to be with his dad. I couldn't
figure what went wrong. My thoughts were disturbed as my son came in the
living room. I turned to look at him. He had a bunch of pictures of his
daddy and him and some of the three of us in his little arms. He walked
into the living room and threw them in the garbage next to the desk. He
looked at me with sad eyes.
"I no love daddy no more." I froze, I didn't believe a word he said even
though he was my son.
"Why?"
"He no nice anymore. He mean to mommy."
"Buddy, daddy loves you very very much."
"No, he hurt." I couldn't understand everything he was saying, all the
terrible thoughts crossed my mind. Bobby would never hurt our son though.
There was too much love, I knew that for sure.
"Bobby, sweetie did daddy hurt you?" I couldn't believe I even had to ask.
"No, he hurt mommy." I sighed a sigh of relief, not that I thought he would
ever hurt our son.
"Come here." He toddled over into my lap. "Daddy, hurt mommy but mommy is
okay now. She's going to be okay."
"But there no daddy."
"Sweeite, mommy and daddy are happier when we don't live together."
"No. You have be happy, me, mommy, daddy all happy!" he was screaming and
crying now.
"Baby, baby, shh..." I tried pulling him into my arms. But he pushed me
away.
"I no love mommy no more! You mean to daddy." I froze. God, I was tearing
my family apart. "Daddy love you and be with you. He says so. You no be
with daddy you don't say so." He ran into his room and I slumped into the
couch crying. The phone rang and I picked it up.
"Hello." I couldn't hide the fact I was crying.
"Linds." Bobby, oh god, it wasn't his fault anymore it was mine.
"Yeah."
"Is he okay."
"No."
"Are you?" I could just say yes and that would make the conversation to
disappear or I could tell him the truth and the conversation would
continue. Oh hell out with it Lindsay.
"No." I cried and paused. "He doesn't love me anymore."
"Linds."
"NO!" I shouted, I knew what he was going to say. "He told me, he told me
he doesn't love me or you anymore!" There was a minute of silence.
"We need to talk to him Lindsay."
"Our son hates us. He hates you for hurting me and hates me for not taking
you back."
"Linds, calm down, I'm going to come over and talk to him, we both will."
"Please Bobby, I don't know what else to do."
"I'm on my way." I hung up and walked to his door and knocked.
"Baby, are you hungry?"
"No."
"Would you like something?"
"Mommy and daddy."
"Anything else?"
"No." I heard his little cries and it ripped my heart. I walked to the
living room and took all the pictures out that he had thrown out. I put
them all on the coffee table and sat there looking at them. Why couldn't I
take him back? Why couldn't we be a family again? No Lindsay, no. You can't
go back down that path. You don't trust him. The doorbell rang and I walked
up and opened the door. He had been crying just as much as me. He opened
his arms to me and I walked right into them. He held me and we both cried,
I felt a little arm wrap around my leg and Bobby and I pulled away and
looked down. Little Bobby had wrapped his arms around each of our legs.
"Mommy, daddy happy!"
"No baby, we're not, buddy we're just friends now."
"No! You not friends. We all wive here!"
"No sweetie, you live here and daddy lives in our old home." He cried and
ran back into his room. I looked up and Bobby was standing there.
"Sit." I told him and we both walked over to sit on the couch. "What do we
do?"
"I don't know Linds. I really don't."
"Bobby, we can't let him stay in this stage."
"I know."
"Talking isn't working Bobby."
"I know."
"Can you say something else?"
"Linds I don't know what the hell we're supposed to do."
"Well, I don't either. Look obviously he doesn't like our living
arrangments, maybe we should let him live with you for a while."Bobby
looked at me like I was crazy.
"You mean let him live with me?"
"Yes. He's not happy here, we need to do whatever makes him happier."
"Okay."
"Bobby come out here buddy." He slowly came out.
"What." He walked over and sat in one of the chairs.
"How about you live with daddy for a little while?"He looked at both of us.
"Otay." He smiled and I let out a cry and walked into my bedroom. My son
really didn't want to be around me anymore. I thought he'd odject but he
agreed all to soon. I heard the door open and I didn't look up from my
pillow. I felt an arm rub my shoulder. I pushed it off.
"Just take his things and leave."
"Linds." I sat up.
"He made it clear, just go!" He sighed and left the room. I got up a half
hour later and saw them packing his things. I was standing in the doorway
of my son's room.
"Hi mommy!" He was happy, very different than his earlier attitude.
"Hi."
"Okay sport we got everything you need." Bobby looked happier too.
"Come on daddy." They stood up and we all walked into the living room.
"Go give mommy a kiss." I bent down and he ran over and hugged me and gave
me a kiss.
"Bye mommy." I tried holding back my tears.
"Bye sweetie." And my family walked out my door. Bobby was the one who
should have been suffering, he should be the one losing his family NOT me.
I opened the door and ran after them. "NO!" They both turned around. "No."
I ran to them and took my son's things from Bobby. "You don't get your
family back, you don't get to be happy. I do!" I took my son's hand. "Come
on baby."
"Where we go?"
"Home."
"Me and daddy?"
"No, it's going to be mommy and you."
"Why?"
"Because it is." I walked in the door and put his things on the counter.
"Mommy?"
"What."
"You no wove daddy or me no more?" I walked over and bent down next to him.
"Baby, why do you think that?"
"You let me go with daddy."
"I want you happy."
"I happy you, me and daddy."
"Well, we have to settle for me and you."
"I sorry."
"For what baby?"
"No woving you."
"Oh baby, I know you love me. I love you so much sweetie."
"Wove you."
"I love you." He reached out his arms for a hug.
"But I miss you and daddy."
"I know sweetie. It'll get better I promise. Come on let's go watch a movie
together." He smiled and ran to the TV.
"Wion king!" He pulled the movie out that he knew so well. We both sat on
the couch watching the movie.
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I had no idea what had happend. One minute my wife is in my arms crying and
then next my son is coming with me. Now I'm going home alone. I know my son
is hurting and confused but, well I don't know. He has every right to be
and Lindsay and I will do anything we can for him. Instead of going to my
home I went to my new empty lonely office. I walked in and sat at my desk
looking at a file, I couldn't concentrate on anything. I heard a knock on
the door and looked up. It was Sara. Damnit, nothing will get easier with
her around.
"Bobby, before you kick me out just hear me out." I sighed and sat back in
my chair.
"What?"
"Let me help you."
"You've done enough."
"Look, I can help you get Lindsay back."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, look I know you don't want to be with me and well I thought I could
help you be with who you wanted to be with."
"How?"
"You willing to listen?"
"Yes." She sat down across from me.
"Ask her over, take her to dinner and talk to her...TALK TO HER." I looked
at Sara.
"That it?"
"Don't push her, let her take her own time, and just be there. And LISTEN
to her."
"If she's willing." I looked up at Sara. "Well, I'm not getting work done
here, I'm going to get going."
"Yeah, I should too." I walked her out the door. "Why do you care about
helping my wife and I so much?"
"Because I care about you and I want you happy." I smiled to her.
"Thanks." She nodded and I said goodbye before walking off.
"And because I know she'll never take you back and then you'll coming
running to me." She whispered and grinned watching Bobby walk to the
elevator. "You have no idea what you're in for Bobby my boy." And she
laughed before walking in the other direction.
End Part 5.....Okay I'm not sure if I totally screwed this part up if I did
I'm so sorry, let me know if I should keep going or not.
Author: Lynds
Author's Note: Hey! Well I kind of got stumped on this one but here it is.
Hope you all enjoy it! Thank you to Kylie! You're the best and you're so
sweet, thanks for, well you know what! Mary! Not happening without your
help, Kiosha thank you so much! Faith, Court, Magy, JEWEL, Lydia, Lindz,
Lindsey and everyone else who has helped me or sent me feedback on this
story! Please keep it coming. Enjoy!
Summary: See 1-5
Disclaimer: Is it even needed now that DEK doesn't own the characters I'm
using? hehe....Oh well they were his not mine!
Dedication: Faith, thank you SO MUCH, for everything you've done with my
story and everything else. You are the best and you BETTE have the next
part to your story out soon. LOL.......Please? Well anyways this story is
for you!
"Single Turn, Lifes Regrets" Part 5
3 months later
Three months, three long terrible months since our dinner. The only time I
saw Lindsay was when I picked Little Bobby up or dropped him off. I got him
Friday and Saturday nights and she let me take him Wednesday's while she
was in therapy. I could never get enough of having my little boy around and
I had to cherish the limited time I did have with him. In the time Lindsay
and I had been separated she had turned into the ideal, perfect single
mother, our son was most important to her; more important than her own well
being. She always had dark circles under her eyes, even make up didn't
cover them. She didn't take care of herself, she didn't even attmept to
make herself attractive, you could tell. But in my eyes my angel would
always be beautiful to me, and she had lost a lot of weight. She looked so
little and fragile like if you reached out to her she would break. My
thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the phone. I looked at my alarm
clock, 2:00 am on a weekend. Before the loud phone woke my sleeping son I
quietly slipped out of my bed. Ever since Little Bobby started sleeping at
my house he had to sleep in bed with me. It was hard to get him to sleep
and the nights I did get him to sleep it was impossible to get him to sleep
through the night. I reached for the phone and walked into the living room.
"Hello." I answered into the phone, probably not all too nicely either.
"I'm thinking about you." I heard a voice on the other line, a seductive
voice which did nothing for me. Sounded kind of funny, she needed to take
voice lessons from Lindsay.
"Sara stop calling me, don't call me here and don't call me at the office
and don't come to my house!" I hung up the phone and my shouting must've
woken Little Bobby up. I turned around when I heard my name.
"Daddy." Okay not my real name, how about my second name? Yes, sounds good.
"Hey big man, what are you doing up?" I knew exactly why he was up, because
of me.
"I woked up when you no in bed." I walked over to him and yawning I picked
him up.
"I'm sorry."
"It otay." I carried him back to my room and laid with him in bed. I laid
him in front of me, we were both on our sides and he had clasped his hands
around my neck tightly. He didn't want me going anywhere, I didn't want to
go anywhere. He burrowed his head in my chest and after a while of just
lying there he took one of my hands and put my thumb in his mouth. I
smiled, there he goes again, I wonder how long before he ends that stage
altogether? Well I hoped it wasn't soon, I didn't mind it at all, anything
to make my little boy feel better. I looked down when I felt my shirt
become wet. I saw my little boy crying.
"Sport, what's wrong?" He cuddled to me closer.
"I miss you."
"I'm right here."
"I miss mommy."
"You get to see her everyday."
"I miss you and mommy." I sighed. Oh boy, how was I going to deal with
this? Think, think you have to think.
"Well, buddy in daddy's and your little heart your mommy and me will always
be together." Yes, good job Bobby. He looked at me with those eyes. I knew
my eyes would come to haunt me one day, seeing my son's pain god I couldn't
take it.
"How comes not now?"
"Becuase daddy hurt mommy very bad and he has to fix things with mommy
first."
"Then be me, mommy and daddy?" I just looked at him.
"I don't know but I'm going to try."
"Call her?"
"You want to call her?" He started jumping on the bed.
"Yes, I wanna talk to mommy pwease!" He plopped down on the bed and I went
to the living room got the phone and came back. I dialed Lindsay's number
and handed him the phone.
"Hello."
"Hi mommy! Daddy wants to talked to you." I shook my head. What a clever
son.
"No, no we're okay." He handed me the phone anyways and I took it sighing.
"He wanted to call you. I didn't know he was having this in mind." I spoke
to Lindsay. I did have to admit though it was so good to hear her voice.
"Bobby put him back on, I want to talk to him." I sighed.
"Okay. Here sport mommy wants to talk to you." I saw the pain in his eyes,
he knew his mother and I weren't going to talk.
"Hi mommy." He said it in a sad voice this time.
"Hey pumpkin, what's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?"
"No."
"Are you scared?"
"No. Daddy no said night to you."
"Oh okay, put him back on sweetie."
"Otay." I saw my son smile. "Wove you mommy."
"Love you too."
"Look Bobby let's just say goodnight for him okay?"
"Okay."
"Goodnight Bobby. Have him call me in the morning."
"Okay, goodnight Linds." I smiled just for my son. I hung up the phone and
put it on the side of the bed. "There, time for more sleep now that daddy
and mommy said goodnight."
"Otay." He cuddled into me and sucked my thumb again before trying to fall
asleep, for me sleep was impossible and easy for my son. It's always the
other way around, but I was glad he was getting sleep. I managed to fall
asleep around 4 and was awoken again around 8 by my son.
"Daddy. We gots call mommy!" He was jumping on the bed. I slowly opened my
eyes.
"Okay kiddo, grabbed the phone and bring it to daddy." He hopped off the
bed and to the table next to my bed.
"Here daddy." I dialed Lindsay's number and handed him the phone.
"Hello."
"Mommy!" God what energy this kid had at 8 am.
"Morning angel."
"Mommy I come home now?" I opened my eyes and sat up, it was Sunday we were
supposed to have all day together still.
"You want to come home now?"
"Yup, pwease?"
"Okay, I'll come get you in a second."
"Otay mommy."
"Let me talk to daddy." He handed the phone to me and I took it. I was not
greeted with the nicest voice.
"I don't know what you did to make our son want to come home early but the
fact is he does and I'm on my way now." Before I could say anything she
hung up. I looked at my son and it hurt to know he didn't want to stay with
me.
"Buddy, you don't want to spend the day with daddy?" He shook his head.
"But we were going to see grandpa."
"You go, I go mommy." He got down and went into his room. If I wasn't so
hurt by the fact he wanted to leave I would have laughed at what I saw. He
had taken his overnight bag from the chair and took all the clothes that
were on the floor and stuffed them in it. He walked to his crib and reached
for his blanket hanging over the side but couldn't reach. He looked at me.
"Daddy help, help." I walked over and got it for him and put it in the bag.
"My pwillow." I walked into my room and grabbed his pillow for him.
"Here buddy."
"Tanky." He took the pillow and walked to the front door dragging his bag
behind him. I walked out following him.
"You hungry?"
"No."
"Thirsty?"
"No."
"Want to watch tv?"
"I want go home."
"Oh. Okay." I tried holding back tears, I really was losing my family. At
least after I lost Lindsay I still had my son but I didn't have him
anymore. He stood right by the door looking at it the whole time. I sat on
the couch watching him. He didn't look at me once. The doorbell rang and
his face lit up. That's how bad of a father I was?
"In! In!" He screamed so Lindsay would hear him. I heard the door open and
she walked in. His face lit up and he ran into Lindsay's arms.
"Hey baby, you ready." He nodded his head and I walked over ready for a
kiss and hug from my son. Lindsay took his things and turned to the door.
"No mommy I carry." He took his bag from Lindsay and I saw it come down on
him causing him to fall. He got back up and took the bag dragging it to the
door like before. "Bye daddy." He waved to me and I let the tears fall. He
didn't say 'I love you' or anything just 'bye daddy' Lindsay looked at me
and for a second I thought I saw her eyes soften as if feeling bad for me.
Quick second because she was out the door in a second leaving it with a
hard slam.
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I looked at my son through the rearview mirror of my car. He had little
tears coming down his face which caused tears to come down mine too. The
whole car ride was silent. We got into the house and he was still dragging
his little backpack around. He went to his room and I sat on the couch.
What in the world could have gone so wrong? Little Bobby missed his daddy
when he wasn't with him, he always wanted to be with his dad. I couldn't
figure what went wrong. My thoughts were disturbed as my son came in the
living room. I turned to look at him. He had a bunch of pictures of his
daddy and him and some of the three of us in his little arms. He walked
into the living room and threw them in the garbage next to the desk. He
looked at me with sad eyes.
"I no love daddy no more." I froze, I didn't believe a word he said even
though he was my son.
"Why?"
"He no nice anymore. He mean to mommy."
"Buddy, daddy loves you very very much."
"No, he hurt." I couldn't understand everything he was saying, all the
terrible thoughts crossed my mind. Bobby would never hurt our son though.
There was too much love, I knew that for sure.
"Bobby, sweetie did daddy hurt you?" I couldn't believe I even had to ask.
"No, he hurt mommy." I sighed a sigh of relief, not that I thought he would
ever hurt our son.
"Come here." He toddled over into my lap. "Daddy, hurt mommy but mommy is
okay now. She's going to be okay."
"But there no daddy."
"Sweeite, mommy and daddy are happier when we don't live together."
"No. You have be happy, me, mommy, daddy all happy!" he was screaming and
crying now.
"Baby, baby, shh..." I tried pulling him into my arms. But he pushed me
away.
"I no love mommy no more! You mean to daddy." I froze. God, I was tearing
my family apart. "Daddy love you and be with you. He says so. You no be
with daddy you don't say so." He ran into his room and I slumped into the
couch crying. The phone rang and I picked it up.
"Hello." I couldn't hide the fact I was crying.
"Linds." Bobby, oh god, it wasn't his fault anymore it was mine.
"Yeah."
"Is he okay."
"No."
"Are you?" I could just say yes and that would make the conversation to
disappear or I could tell him the truth and the conversation would
continue. Oh hell out with it Lindsay.
"No." I cried and paused. "He doesn't love me anymore."
"Linds."
"NO!" I shouted, I knew what he was going to say. "He told me, he told me
he doesn't love me or you anymore!" There was a minute of silence.
"We need to talk to him Lindsay."
"Our son hates us. He hates you for hurting me and hates me for not taking
you back."
"Linds, calm down, I'm going to come over and talk to him, we both will."
"Please Bobby, I don't know what else to do."
"I'm on my way." I hung up and walked to his door and knocked.
"Baby, are you hungry?"
"No."
"Would you like something?"
"Mommy and daddy."
"Anything else?"
"No." I heard his little cries and it ripped my heart. I walked to the
living room and took all the pictures out that he had thrown out. I put
them all on the coffee table and sat there looking at them. Why couldn't I
take him back? Why couldn't we be a family again? No Lindsay, no. You can't
go back down that path. You don't trust him. The doorbell rang and I walked
up and opened the door. He had been crying just as much as me. He opened
his arms to me and I walked right into them. He held me and we both cried,
I felt a little arm wrap around my leg and Bobby and I pulled away and
looked down. Little Bobby had wrapped his arms around each of our legs.
"Mommy, daddy happy!"
"No baby, we're not, buddy we're just friends now."
"No! You not friends. We all wive here!"
"No sweetie, you live here and daddy lives in our old home." He cried and
ran back into his room. I looked up and Bobby was standing there.
"Sit." I told him and we both walked over to sit on the couch. "What do we
do?"
"I don't know Linds. I really don't."
"Bobby, we can't let him stay in this stage."
"I know."
"Talking isn't working Bobby."
"I know."
"Can you say something else?"
"Linds I don't know what the hell we're supposed to do."
"Well, I don't either. Look obviously he doesn't like our living
arrangments, maybe we should let him live with you for a while."Bobby
looked at me like I was crazy.
"You mean let him live with me?"
"Yes. He's not happy here, we need to do whatever makes him happier."
"Okay."
"Bobby come out here buddy." He slowly came out.
"What." He walked over and sat in one of the chairs.
"How about you live with daddy for a little while?"He looked at both of us.
"Otay." He smiled and I let out a cry and walked into my bedroom. My son
really didn't want to be around me anymore. I thought he'd odject but he
agreed all to soon. I heard the door open and I didn't look up from my
pillow. I felt an arm rub my shoulder. I pushed it off.
"Just take his things and leave."
"Linds." I sat up.
"He made it clear, just go!" He sighed and left the room. I got up a half
hour later and saw them packing his things. I was standing in the doorway
of my son's room.
"Hi mommy!" He was happy, very different than his earlier attitude.
"Hi."
"Okay sport we got everything you need." Bobby looked happier too.
"Come on daddy." They stood up and we all walked into the living room.
"Go give mommy a kiss." I bent down and he ran over and hugged me and gave
me a kiss.
"Bye mommy." I tried holding back my tears.
"Bye sweetie." And my family walked out my door. Bobby was the one who
should have been suffering, he should be the one losing his family NOT me.
I opened the door and ran after them. "NO!" They both turned around. "No."
I ran to them and took my son's things from Bobby. "You don't get your
family back, you don't get to be happy. I do!" I took my son's hand. "Come
on baby."
"Where we go?"
"Home."
"Me and daddy?"
"No, it's going to be mommy and you."
"Why?"
"Because it is." I walked in the door and put his things on the counter.
"Mommy?"
"What."
"You no wove daddy or me no more?" I walked over and bent down next to him.
"Baby, why do you think that?"
"You let me go with daddy."
"I want you happy."
"I happy you, me and daddy."
"Well, we have to settle for me and you."
"I sorry."
"For what baby?"
"No woving you."
"Oh baby, I know you love me. I love you so much sweetie."
"Wove you."
"I love you." He reached out his arms for a hug.
"But I miss you and daddy."
"I know sweetie. It'll get better I promise. Come on let's go watch a movie
together." He smiled and ran to the TV.
"Wion king!" He pulled the movie out that he knew so well. We both sat on
the couch watching the movie.
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I had no idea what had happend. One minute my wife is in my arms crying and
then next my son is coming with me. Now I'm going home alone. I know my son
is hurting and confused but, well I don't know. He has every right to be
and Lindsay and I will do anything we can for him. Instead of going to my
home I went to my new empty lonely office. I walked in and sat at my desk
looking at a file, I couldn't concentrate on anything. I heard a knock on
the door and looked up. It was Sara. Damnit, nothing will get easier with
her around.
"Bobby, before you kick me out just hear me out." I sighed and sat back in
my chair.
"What?"
"Let me help you."
"You've done enough."
"Look, I can help you get Lindsay back."
"Oh really?"
"Yes, look I know you don't want to be with me and well I thought I could
help you be with who you wanted to be with."
"How?"
"You willing to listen?"
"Yes." She sat down across from me.
"Ask her over, take her to dinner and talk to her...TALK TO HER." I looked
at Sara.
"That it?"
"Don't push her, let her take her own time, and just be there. And LISTEN
to her."
"If she's willing." I looked up at Sara. "Well, I'm not getting work done
here, I'm going to get going."
"Yeah, I should too." I walked her out the door. "Why do you care about
helping my wife and I so much?"
"Because I care about you and I want you happy." I smiled to her.
"Thanks." She nodded and I said goodbye before walking off.
"And because I know she'll never take you back and then you'll coming
running to me." She whispered and grinned watching Bobby walk to the
elevator. "You have no idea what you're in for Bobby my boy." And she
laughed before walking in the other direction.
End Part 5.....Okay I'm not sure if I totally screwed this part up if I did
I'm so sorry, let me know if I should keep going or not.