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Chapter 3

Fucked more than ever

It's been nearly twenty four hours and the snow has yet to lighten up. The roads have continued to be blocked, along with the bridge. On the upside, I have enjoyed the extra time I am having with my kids. Playing with them, watching them sleep, reading however many stories they want me to read to them.

I admit I get a little pleasure watching the sore look on Robert's face and his parents when they hear the kids call me Daddy and watch them want me over him. It's a good dose of a reality check for them. No matter what happens between Robert and Tris, they are still and always will be my kids. It's best that they realize this now, rather than later.

Andrew, on the other hand, has been putting a lot of distractions in play. Making sure the Blacks don't stay too long in my presence. Although why exactly, I haven't quite figured that out yet.

Natalie and Tris made breakfast this morning. Cooking up a storm for everyone. I just about grit my teeth every time I see Tris catering to Robert's every whim. As if the man is incapable of pouring his own juice or coffee. Even though it's not my place, I worry what the future will hold for her if she is already waiting on him hand and foot. But again, it's none of my business. She chose this. All of it, but still I can't seem to shake the feeling there is more to the story.

The same feeling that Tris' reaction to the great news of her engagement to Robert, is mutual. He doesn't seem thrilled with this engagement either. Not like Andrew and the Blacks are. I wonder if it is more for their benefit than two people just madly in love with each other. If that's the case…It's a shame. I never thought Tris would stoop so low as to marry someone for her parents happiness and not so much for her own.

It was one of the reasons why she picked me over Robert to begin with. The reason why we dated in secret until we got married. Then again, I guess time has changed. Maybe I'm just reading too much into things.

I rise from my spot on the floor, feeling a little stiff in my joints from being down there for too long with the kids. I make my way down the hall towards the bathroom, noticing the door to Robert's room ajar. Funny, for an engaged couple shouldn't they be sharing a room? I wonder if Tris feels uncomfortable with having both sets of parents and her ex husband and two kids in the same house… Either way, it wouldn't stop me if that was the case. Hell, it never stopped us before. I haven't even seen so much as a kiss or them holding hands, let alone…

Flashback

My eyes fly open when the bed sheets beside me come up empty. I look around our temporary room in her parent's cabin. Still coming up empty. I get out of bed, pulling on my pants and a shirt before I go on the hunt for my wife.

For the past few weeks she has been having midnight cravings. Waking up at all hours of the night and raving the fridge. There also have been a few nights where she indeed woke me up to go to the store or a fast food place for something in particular that she was craving. The first time she did it, she didn't wake me. She went off at 3 in the morning on her own, I woke up with no note, no message telling me what was happening and that she would be back. I was frantic, called everyone I knew. I was just about to start calling the hospitals when she came in our front door with a box filled to the rim of different fast food joints. She literally went to five different places that night. It was the night that I made her promise to always wake me up, no matter how small the need was… it was the least I could do seeing that our son was invading her body.

I first searched for her in the bathroom, coming up empty. I tried the kitchen next. Relieve washed over me when I finally found her with her head in the fridge, digging out the chocolate frosting and pickles.

"There you are," I said, letting the door swing close behind me.

"Sorry…. Our little one got hungry." She said, dunking the bitten pickle into the container of chocolate frosting. She really swirls it around the container, getting the pickle well coated. It takes almost everything I have not to show the disgust on my face.

"Why didn't you wake me?" I ask, closing the gap between us. I place a hand on her very swollen belly feeling our son is indeed awake and kicking.

"You looked like you needed your sleep." She said. She stands on her tippy toes, her lips perking up to kiss me. I bend over to give her a tender kiss. She moans as she insists on deepening the kiss. Which I easily give in to her, forcing her lips to part against my tongue giving me access to her mouth. I don't mind the taste of the pickles and chocolate as I lose myself in this kiss. She turns slightly, not breaking the kiss, placing the jar with the pickle inside of it on the counter. She reaches up, wrapping her arms around my neck. She pulls me further down, closer to her.

"You are asking for trouble," I say, breaking the kiss. My lips trail down her neck, sucking those spots I know that will drive her crazy and my hands begin to kneed her full achy breasts. Her head tilts back, as she begins to breathe heavily. Enjoying just what I am doing to her, her moans only eggs me on.

"I like the sound of trouble," she says, out of breath.

"Oh do you now?" I ask, teasingly, as I let my right hand slowly trail its way down between her legs. I groan when I find she isn't wearing any panties under her nightgown. Fuck. "No panties," I say, as I push my finger into her pubic hair finding her sweet spot. I begin to lightly press and rub against her clitoris, making her moan once more.

"Thought you would like the easy access," She says, her head tilted back biting her lower lip.

"Mmm. I love it," I say, bending over to kiss her exposed neck. Although I'm finding it harder not to crush her stomach. I want her now. She must feel the same way as she aggressively pushes my hand from its home and turns around to face the counter. She leans over, balancing her weight on her forearms while her belly hangs off.

"Fuck me." She calls out, just above a whisper.

"With pleasure," I say, lowering my pants and boxer briefs in one fell swoop. I grab onto my dick, pumping it in my hand a few times. She turns enough to watch me. Her eyes, eyeing my hand as it goes up and down. I watch her as she watches me, licking her lips with desire. I slowly slip myself into her wet entrance, giving her time to adjust. She moans when I'm fully seated inside of her, as I grip her hips tightly. Fuck she feels so good.

"Fuck me." She begs. I don't have to be told twice as I pull almost completely out and plug right back into her. She moans as I find a satisfying pace for the both of us. Our breathing labored as I am bent over, wrapping my arms around her. My right hand finds her breasts, kneading and pinching her nipple. My left hand finds her clit between her legs again, aggressively pressing and rubbing it to the beat of my bouncing. She moans louder as I feel her beginning to lose control. She pushes back, needing more friction. I don't skip a beat with my hand as I pick up the pace. Speeding up, I begin to feel the familiar and delicious feeling of her walls beginning to squeeze on my dick. I just have to hang on a few more minutes. She's close.

"Come on baby. Cum for me," I demand and just as I say the words I feel her cuming. Her walls are tightening around me bringing me with her. I am still inside her, coating her walls with my cum. Fuck. I stay inside her, as I bend over a little further, my lips finding the exposed skin of her neck.

"I love you, Tobias." She says, with emotions lacing her voice.

"I love you too, Tris. More than anything," I say, trying to catch my breath. "We better get back to bed before we wake up the rest of the house." I suggest. "We may be married, but I'm sure your father might still kill me if he catches us having sex in his kitchen." She laughs as we both straighten up from the counter.

Flashback ends

I turn off the lights as I exit the bathroom. My right hand runs through my hair, pulling slightly at the ends. There's just something about Robert and this whole situation…

"I know sweetheart. I miss you too." I hear Robert's whisper. I freeze right outside of his door. Sweetheart? Miss you? Who the fuck? "Of course I still love you…. I know. I want to be with you too." I hear him pause, listening to whoever it is on the other line. "I know… I know… This is hard for me too… Babe… We just need to be patient… I know it's going to be hard watching me get married… But after my dad gets the signatures from Tris' dad that he needs, I can file for divorce. And you and I will be free to be together." What the fuck? "Because he won't sign the papers unless he thinks both families will be merged in every way possible. They have been at this merger for years, since Tris and I were kids." He says, I can hear him bang what sounds like the night table lightly in frustration. That son of a bitch- "What about the kids?" He asks, making my ears perk up even more. What about MY kids? "I don't give a rat's ass about those bratty ass kids… they aren't mine." He just about blurts out. How dare he? That son of a-

"Daddy." Ryan calls. "Daddy, come play with me." Crap.

"I need to go. We'll finish this later, Alice." Robert says quickly to the woman I now know is named Alice. I silently slip back into the bathroom, closing the door. I switch the light on, as I lean into the countertop collecting my thoughts for the moment. What the fuck just happened? I ran the whole conversation I heard through my head. Marrying Tris for her father's company, calling my kids brats, not giving a shit about them or the woman he is marrying obviously. Not to mention, who the fuck is Alice? How long have they been… Together? Jeez, I sound like Shauna and her gossipy habits right now.

"Daddy?" Ryan calls out, his voice getting impatient with my stalling.

"Hey, kiddo I'm coming," I yell through the door. I reach over, feeling both stupid and a need to push the flush handle on the toilet. Well… just in case for Robert. I wash my hands thoroughly again, even though I don't need to, hoping to buy a little more time for my thoughts. The shock begins to wear off as I turn off the light once again and exit. Only to spike back up when I see Robert standing in the hallway waiting for me to exit.

"Four," he says, I can finally see past the charade of his…. he is trying too hard.

"Robert." I return, as I begin to head back down the hall towards my son.

"You know… I have to say… it's a shame you got stuck out here with all of us. Must make things feel very awkward for you." He says, smirking. It takes just about everything I have not to smack the smirk off of his damn face. Does he really think he can get away with this? That Tris wouldn't find out? I think back to yesterday when she first announced the engagement. Her face fell, I wonder in a way if perhaps she does indeed know about his affair… No. There's no way Tris would do this. Not if she knew that he was doing whatever he is doing with Alice. Tris is a lot of things, but she isn't that.

"Whatever you say." I say, turning back around and walking away from him and towards the kitchen. I need to talk to Tris now.

"Tris, we have to talk." I demand as I enter the kitchen. She needs to know, this won't wait. I stop the minute the swinging door closes behind me, noticing not only her eyes shooting up towards me, but also Natalie's along with her so-called "future mother in law." I scratch the back of my neck, rethinking this whole thing again.

"Okay. right now?" She asks, while smashing away into a large bowl filled with potatoes. Her mother is doing the same, only I think it's sweet potatoes. Robert's mother is dicing something on the counter. All busing themselves, prepping for tomorrow night's diner. Fuck we need to do this privately.

"Yeah. Please," I say.

"Why don't we… take a little break. We have been at this for hours now, Ellie." Natalie suggests, smiling shyly at me. She takes off her apron, placing it beside the bowl as she gestures to Ellie to follow her. Perhaps she thinks I'm here to beg… or maybe...

"What is it, Four?" Tris asks, the moment we are left alone. I freeze, just for a moment as I process what I'm about to tell her. Do I even have the right to stick my nose where it doesn't belong?

"I…" I begin, but pause. I'm so fucked.

"Four, if you have something to say just say it. I'm a little busy if you haven't noticed." She says. I can see just how tired and stressed she truly is. She always did take the Holidays a little too seriously. Down to the plates, decor and even the food. She would plan every detail. I step towards the counter taking Natalie's place. I wrap the apron she left behind around my waist, ignoring Tris who is biting her lower lip to keep from laughing. I picked up the tool that Natalie was using, it has a long handle and flat head with many large holes in it.

"It's a potato masher." Tris informs me, her voice filled with amusement. "You use it to smash the sweet potatoes, until they are smooth. Takes a while," she says, as she continues using the same tool she has in her hand. She tilts her bowl, showing me what she means as she pushes and twists down on the white potatoes in her bowl. I nod, trying to imitate her the best I can. Her smile widens even more as I attempt to do it. She makes it look a lot easier than it looks.

"So you were saying?" She asks.

"Yeah. " I clear my voice. "Tris, who is Alice?" I ask, deciding this would be the easiest way to approach the issue. Tris' hands pause for a moment, before they continue on with her work.

"Why do you ask?" She asks.

"Who is she, Tris?" I insist she answers first.

"She is Robert's ex. They broke up around the time you and I…." She clears her voice. "Anywho… why do you ask?" She asks, again. I can see the defensiveness beginning to stir in the back of her eyes.

"Does he still keep in contact with her?" I ask, curiously.

"Not that I know of, why?" She asks, placing the masher onto the counter and leaving the bowl right beside it.

"Because I heard him…"

"You were spying on him?" She accuses me.

"No… I was coming back from the bathroom and I overheard him say a few things that made me stunned. And I just…"

"Overheard." She finishes.

"Yes," I answered. She takes a deep breath, luckily not lashing out at me.

"And what… may I ask… Did you hear?" She asks, choosing each word with care. Her being cautious and defensive about this conversation is obvious.

"I heard… things… things that shouldn't have been said if they were separated as you are saying." I answer. I place the masher down, just beside the bowl like Tris did to hers. I place both my hands on the counter, leaning into it as if it's the only thing keeping me steady.

"I swear this is like talking to a child." Tris mutters. What?

"Excuse me?" I say.

"Well what do you expect, Four. Talking to you is like talking to a child. I can't get a straight answer unless I ask the right questions." She spits out.

"Would it ever occur to you that maybe the last thing I would want is to be placed in this situation… in this love triangle," I say, drawing a triangle in the air. "Only, then again… someone would have to love Robert in order for this to be a "love triangle," and I'm suspecting love isn't included in this little factor." I watch as her eyes widen in shock by my discovery. Did she really think I wouldn't notice?

"How dare you? Come in here, making accusations. Weren't you the one… that couldn't keep it in your pants… that tore this family apart… and here you… you have some nerve, you know that." Her voice heightens at the end. I can see the struggle she has in keeping her composure and voice down. Good thing there are people in the next room. I can't help but chuckle at her words.

"Accusations?" I say, dry laughter still breaking free. "You mean catching your so-called Fiancé red handed. Only marrying you so he and his parents can get the companies merged… and then he has a plan to leave you high and dry. Not to mention calling our kids… OUR KIDS… brats." I pause, taking a deep breath. I don't know why I bothered. "Why don't you look at his phone? Or better yet, why don't you just open your damn gorgeous eyes." There I said it, no matter what... Her eyes are so gorgeous. I will never think differently. I watch again as the flames in her eyes ignite in rage. To most this rage would do something weird to them, but to Tris, it only wakes her up. I've seen it countless times throughout our relationship. Her passion.

"Well, it must be easy to spot a cheater… You know given your record and all." She points out. For fucks sakes!

"Do you ever think that I just look at more than just meets the eyes. Which by the way it's pretty easy when he leaves the door cracked open." I point out. "And need I remind you, I didn't tear this family apart, that was all on you," I say, my finger pointing into the granite.

"Oh really, all on me… Was there a gun to your head when you slept with her?" She continues. "Did you just accidentally fall, and your dick just landed inside her?"

"I didn't cheat." I raise my voice, my hand slapping the counter. Enough of this shit. "Not once. Not ever."

"Oh please." She cuts me off. "Now… after all this time. Now you say something."

"Would you have listened if I had tried to tell you," I fired back. "You had all my stuff thrown out on our lawn, before you even asked for my side of the story." I pointed out. I can see her defeated as she crosses her arms across her chest stubbornly.

"You didn't bother to fight me on it, if that was the case. You didn't even try; you just gave up." She replies.

"Would you have heard me, Tris. Really? You were pregnant and hormonal. But I never stopped loving you, Tris. I swear..."

"Just stop. Just stop…. You can't talk your way out of this, not after everything." She spits out, cutting me off once again. "I'm marrying Robert… You and I are over… the kids are happy." She says, barely above a whisper. I can see her stubbornness getting the better of her. I just nod in defeat. No use talking to her like this. I learned that years ago when we were kids. I take off the apron, placing it back where it belongs on the counter.

"Just do me a favor…" I say, as calmly as I can. I wait for her to nod, cautiously hearing me out. "Just look into it, okay? You have nothing to lose, just by looking into it." I walk out of the kitchen, matching Natalie's frown when she meets my eyes. I go back to enjoying the little time I have left with my kids.

Zeke's POV

I have been working on getting this shit now for two damn years. Ridiculous, two people so clearly perfect for each other let some little things like this break them up. I wasn't surprised when Four ended up on our doorstep looking miserable as ever. It took his ass five shots before he would tell me what the fuck happened to him and Tris. It turned out not a lot went on. Well not a lot on his end that is.

Apparently when the son of a bitch got home, he found all his shit out on the lawn. When Tris confronted him, he told her nothing. No refusal, no explanation, nothing. It's no wonder why Tris said what she said. I can't blame her. My best friend is as dumb fucked as he looks.

I thought once enough time had passed, Tris would cool off and they would talk. Four would explain what really happened. Instead, the arrogant son of a bitch just stayed quiet. Feeding off the little breadcrumbs Tris gave him when it came to the kids. Every insult, every cold stare, and silent treatment… He just took it.

Shauna tried to intervene. Feeling a girl-to-girl talk would have been best. But she was stubborn, not wanting to hear it from the horse's mouth. "If he was so innocent… Then why isn't he here, Shauna. Why isn't he speaking for himself?" She pointed out. A point well taken in the end.

Over time, Four just kept pointing out that without some kind of proof to show his innocence. Tris would never believe him. He was proven guilty in her eyes and nothing, but straight up proof would prove her wrong. So ever since then I have been on the fucking hunt for that proof. Refusing to let two people that are perfect for each other be torn apart over this lie. Four has saved my ass more times than I can count over the years when we were partners. I owe him. I figure getting this proof is the least I can do before it's too late. And from what I'm holding in my hand… looks like this man delivered.

I grab my phone, forwarding the proof that he needs to him with the caption "Well Breaking Fucking News!" I press send with the widest smile I have had in months.

The three pictures are taken from the perfect angle that I had been looking for. The first one shows Nita trying to show shock as she falls forward. The next is Four on his back with Nita on top of him, nothing new. Although the disgust on his face shows how much he didn't enjoy it. Then the final one. The so-called kiss, which was indeed taken from the other side which showed as if they were kissing. But this angle shows Nita more than inches away from even making contact with Four's lips. In fact, she is closer to his shoulder. Her evil smile, saying more than words would ever need to.

My phone begins to buzz, I don't hesitate to answer it. Not needing to even look to see who it is, knowing damn well who it is.

"Just the man I was expecting. Ready to thank me?" I ask.

"Your timing couldn't be more off..." Four says, sounding more upset than usual.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I ask.

"She's engaged, Zeke." He says, pausing. "She's engaged to none other than Robert."

"Robert?" What the fuck? She hated that guy. Okay hate may be a little too strong of a word, but pretty close.

"Yeah. Thanks though." He speaks.

"But this shit doesn't make any sense?" I say, trying to make sense of it all. Tris never sparked any interest in that asshole before.

"Well, I guess love isn't important anymore… it's about merging companies… and.."

"And what?" Fuck, now I know what it's like being a girl, gossiping.

"Sounds like he is still seeing his ex. I overheard him, Zeke, talking to his ex on the phone. He still loves her. Only marrying Tris for the company and then plans to leave her. He called my kids brats." That fucking asshole.

"Dude you gotta tell, Tris." I insist. Time to man up.

"No shit, Zeke. I tried. But…"

"But nothing, try again. Damn it! And while you are at it…show her the real fucking pictures of you and Nita."

"She won't listen," he says, giving up.

"Four, this is your family. You gotta fight for them." I demand you to. Don't be a fucking pussy.

"Yeah. You're right."

"I know I'm right. Now, go." I demand.

I hung up the phone, knowing damn well how chicken he can be when it comes to that girl. Well fuck if I let almost 2 years worth of work go down the drain. I open my contacts on my phone and text Tris the same photos I sent her husband with the caption what really happened.

"What is this?" She replies almost immediately.

"The truth." I replied. "So, get the stick out of your ass and realize what is really in front of you." I push send again. "Thank me later with a few beers." I send one more text, before dropping my phone on my bed, I turn leaving it as it beeps to notify me of responses. Shit after all this, I need a fucking drink. I've done all that I can do.

A/N

Like always Zeke manages to stick his nose where it shouldn't be, yet it so needs to be.

Will Tris finally realize her mistakes?

Can't believe this is the last chapter before we wrap up this story, after all we only have one more week before we hit Thanksgiving. Wow this year has been flying by.

On another note:

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Like always, happy reading everyone, be safe and stay healthy,

Trini