Author's Note: HEATHER, THIS IS FOR YOU... LOL... I hope ya'll like it
too...
**Falling Out**
********** Rayne's POV **********
I was so glad to be home. I had to stay in the hospital a little longer because I had that damn c-section. Mom had come to visit and help me out at home. Brock was trying to help, but it was just like he was in the way. God, it got irritating.
Gaby was crying and I was trying to get her calm, but Brock, would he leave me alone? No! "Is she hungry?" I shook my head, "No Brock, she just ate." "Is her diaper wet?" I turned and looked at him, "Brock, I know how to take care of my kids!" Brock stopped and stared at me for a moment. I saw the anger starting to rise in him, "I'm just trying to help," he said through clenched teeth. I noticed Mom and Jason watching from the living room and sighed, "Mom, could you take Gaby for me?" Mom nodded and walked over, she took Gaby from me and tried to calm her down. I looked at Brock, "Upstairs." Brock nodded, "After you." I stormed upstairs and Brock followed me. We walked into out room, and Brock slammed the door shut behind him, "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I turned and looked at him, "Don't raise your voice at me." He crossed his arms over his massive chest, "Well, answer me." I sighed, "You are constantly in my way. I don't need your help with raising my kids." Brock's blue eyes went narrow, "They're OUR kids Rayne, not just your kids." I scoffed, "That's what you think." He got angry, "What?!" I shook my head, "Nothing." He walked over and grabbed my shoulders, "Have you been cheating on me?!" I pushed him away from me, "Please Brock, I was just tryin' to get a rise out of you." "Well, that is not something you say to a guy that has supported you for 9 years!" I shook my head, "Get over yourself." He growled in frustration and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I sat down on the bed and crossed my arms over my chest. Damn, I was mad.
********** Brock's POV **********
God! She really knew how to get me pissed! I loved my kids, at least I thought they were mine. Jason had to be mine, I mean he looked just like me! I got into my truck and punched the steering wheel. Thank God Emily came to visit, gave me some time to get away. Ever since Gaby came home, that place has been like a fucking circus. Anything that was wrong, Rayne blamed it on me. How could she joke that the kids weren't mine?! What kind of person does that?! Now, I was worried that Gaby wasn't mine. Damn it! I started the truck and pulled out of the driveway, gladly watching the house disappear in my rearview mirror. I needed a break. I decided to do something I haven't gotten to do in a while, go to the local Harley shop and check out the new bikes. That always made me feel better.
I walked in and saw it wasn't very busy. I pushed my sunglasses up and started looking over the showroom models. I was impressed. No matter what, Harleys always looked classic. I spotted someone approaching me from the corner of my eye. God, a sales person, I wasn't in the mood to dick around with one of them. I acted like I didn't notice her, but when she spoke, I had to look. "Can I help you sir?" I looked at her and my God! It was like someone knocked the wind out of me! Beautiful! Captivating brown eyes, and shining brown hair that fell just past her shoulders. The sunlight that shone in through the windows, was caught by the golden highlights in her hair. Then my conscience kicked in, Brock, you're married. I noticed her looking at me, oddly, but somewhat amused. She had to have noticed the way I was looking at her. I shook my head quickly, "No, I'm just looking." She smiled and nodded, "Alright, my name's Heather, if you need anything." I nodded and smiled politely, "Thanks." I watched her walk away with a confident sway to her hips. She she started talking to another employee, my mind began racing and my heart was pounding do hard, I was surprised that no one else heard it. I sighed, somewhat disappointed that I was thinking about her that way, but you can't help how you feel. Right?
On my way home, I couldn't get Heather out of my head. There was just something about her. I pulled over on the side of the road and sighed, "Come on Brock, you're married, you've got two kids. Get over her." When I finally got myself together, I waited for a break in traffic and pulled back out onto the road. I wasn't looking forward to going home, but I had been gone for a long time now, and I had to go back.
When I got home, I noticed Emily's car wasn't in the driveway. I groaned, "God, please, let her have stayed. Please, just let her move in." I shut off my truck and got out. I did NOT want to see Rayne, she had pissed me off, and honestly, I was still pretty mad at her. I walked inside and looked around, no kids, no Emily, and apparantly, no Rayne. I shrugged and walked upstairs. I wanted to get a hot shower and lay down. I was shocked as hell to see Rayne in our room, wearing a black number that didn't do much to cover her. I swallowed the lump in my throat and licked my lips. She grinned and walked over to me, "Babe, I'm sorry about earlier, I've just been so stressed lately." I nodded, "Yeah." She pressed her lips on mine, and the intensity of the kissed surprised. I just stood there stunned for a second, but soon I couldn't help it.
I lay there looking up at the ceiling, after, Rayne was laying across my chest. I drew in a ragged breath and started thinking. There was only one thought that occupied my mind, Heather. God, what was wrong with me?! Rayne pushed herself up and looked at me, "What are you thinkin' about?" I smiled gently at her and shook my head, "Nothing." She nodded and then lay back against my chest. I wrapped my arm around her and sighed.
Author's Note: Uh oh... I smell an affair... LOL... anyhoo, for all of senstive people out there, brace yourself for the next chapter... one em of is gonna go... REVIEW...
**Falling Out**
********** Rayne's POV **********
I was so glad to be home. I had to stay in the hospital a little longer because I had that damn c-section. Mom had come to visit and help me out at home. Brock was trying to help, but it was just like he was in the way. God, it got irritating.
Gaby was crying and I was trying to get her calm, but Brock, would he leave me alone? No! "Is she hungry?" I shook my head, "No Brock, she just ate." "Is her diaper wet?" I turned and looked at him, "Brock, I know how to take care of my kids!" Brock stopped and stared at me for a moment. I saw the anger starting to rise in him, "I'm just trying to help," he said through clenched teeth. I noticed Mom and Jason watching from the living room and sighed, "Mom, could you take Gaby for me?" Mom nodded and walked over, she took Gaby from me and tried to calm her down. I looked at Brock, "Upstairs." Brock nodded, "After you." I stormed upstairs and Brock followed me. We walked into out room, and Brock slammed the door shut behind him, "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I turned and looked at him, "Don't raise your voice at me." He crossed his arms over his massive chest, "Well, answer me." I sighed, "You are constantly in my way. I don't need your help with raising my kids." Brock's blue eyes went narrow, "They're OUR kids Rayne, not just your kids." I scoffed, "That's what you think." He got angry, "What?!" I shook my head, "Nothing." He walked over and grabbed my shoulders, "Have you been cheating on me?!" I pushed him away from me, "Please Brock, I was just tryin' to get a rise out of you." "Well, that is not something you say to a guy that has supported you for 9 years!" I shook my head, "Get over yourself." He growled in frustration and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I sat down on the bed and crossed my arms over my chest. Damn, I was mad.
********** Brock's POV **********
God! She really knew how to get me pissed! I loved my kids, at least I thought they were mine. Jason had to be mine, I mean he looked just like me! I got into my truck and punched the steering wheel. Thank God Emily came to visit, gave me some time to get away. Ever since Gaby came home, that place has been like a fucking circus. Anything that was wrong, Rayne blamed it on me. How could she joke that the kids weren't mine?! What kind of person does that?! Now, I was worried that Gaby wasn't mine. Damn it! I started the truck and pulled out of the driveway, gladly watching the house disappear in my rearview mirror. I needed a break. I decided to do something I haven't gotten to do in a while, go to the local Harley shop and check out the new bikes. That always made me feel better.
I walked in and saw it wasn't very busy. I pushed my sunglasses up and started looking over the showroom models. I was impressed. No matter what, Harleys always looked classic. I spotted someone approaching me from the corner of my eye. God, a sales person, I wasn't in the mood to dick around with one of them. I acted like I didn't notice her, but when she spoke, I had to look. "Can I help you sir?" I looked at her and my God! It was like someone knocked the wind out of me! Beautiful! Captivating brown eyes, and shining brown hair that fell just past her shoulders. The sunlight that shone in through the windows, was caught by the golden highlights in her hair. Then my conscience kicked in, Brock, you're married. I noticed her looking at me, oddly, but somewhat amused. She had to have noticed the way I was looking at her. I shook my head quickly, "No, I'm just looking." She smiled and nodded, "Alright, my name's Heather, if you need anything." I nodded and smiled politely, "Thanks." I watched her walk away with a confident sway to her hips. She she started talking to another employee, my mind began racing and my heart was pounding do hard, I was surprised that no one else heard it. I sighed, somewhat disappointed that I was thinking about her that way, but you can't help how you feel. Right?
On my way home, I couldn't get Heather out of my head. There was just something about her. I pulled over on the side of the road and sighed, "Come on Brock, you're married, you've got two kids. Get over her." When I finally got myself together, I waited for a break in traffic and pulled back out onto the road. I wasn't looking forward to going home, but I had been gone for a long time now, and I had to go back.
When I got home, I noticed Emily's car wasn't in the driveway. I groaned, "God, please, let her have stayed. Please, just let her move in." I shut off my truck and got out. I did NOT want to see Rayne, she had pissed me off, and honestly, I was still pretty mad at her. I walked inside and looked around, no kids, no Emily, and apparantly, no Rayne. I shrugged and walked upstairs. I wanted to get a hot shower and lay down. I was shocked as hell to see Rayne in our room, wearing a black number that didn't do much to cover her. I swallowed the lump in my throat and licked my lips. She grinned and walked over to me, "Babe, I'm sorry about earlier, I've just been so stressed lately." I nodded, "Yeah." She pressed her lips on mine, and the intensity of the kissed surprised. I just stood there stunned for a second, but soon I couldn't help it.
I lay there looking up at the ceiling, after, Rayne was laying across my chest. I drew in a ragged breath and started thinking. There was only one thought that occupied my mind, Heather. God, what was wrong with me?! Rayne pushed herself up and looked at me, "What are you thinkin' about?" I smiled gently at her and shook my head, "Nothing." She nodded and then lay back against my chest. I wrapped my arm around her and sighed.
Author's Note: Uh oh... I smell an affair... LOL... anyhoo, for all of senstive people out there, brace yourself for the next chapter... one em of is gonna go... REVIEW...
