It's dark outside. Owls are carefully watching into the night, keeping watch over none other than you and your husband. The moon is passionately glowing high up in the sky, multiple stars are vibrantly dancing by its side with the very same enthusiasm. Leaves ruffle gently as the branches of trees tickle themselves when the wind blows soothingly. A window is a few inches stretched open, allowing the cold breeze to enter the warm yet dark room, cooling it down. Two naked silhouettes are fast asleep, neatly tucked in the bed underneath the cover. A protective arm is wrapped around your belly. His body is tightly pressed against yours, his slowly rising up and down chest pressing against your back, his head resting in the crook of your neck while one of his legs is draped and entwined with yours. Abruptly, a small yellow light is seen behind the two of you. With time, it increases and starts to vibrate. After a couple more seconds, its ringtone starts beeping, warning its owner. Straightaway, Seth pulls away from you and sits up, a hand running through his wild bed hair as he tries to comprehend what woke him up. He looks lazily around the room, eyes squinting heavily, as he's barely awake. He blinks a couple of times, rubbing his eyes to properly wake himself up. Then, his cell phone on the nightstand beside him catches his eyes. It's beaming its brightest light as R2D2 attempts to please his ears. Quickly, he reaches out to the nightstand and grabs his phone, picking up the phone call.
"You've got some nerve to call me in the middle of the night," he barks into the phone, his voice a little rougher and deeper than usual from just waking up, "What do you want?"
"Well, hello to you, too. You're being awfully friendly", she teases him, slurring a little as she speaks.
"Have you looked at the time before calling me?", he strictly asks in a whisper. He places his phone between his shoulder and ear as he moves up to the side of the bed, slowly, and without a single sound, he steps out. He walks around the room in search for his boxers, and finds them near the door. He hastily puts them on and opens the door very slowly, hoping to not wake you up, and makes his way to his office. He lets out a heavy sigh, another hand runs through his dark hair. His long fingers entwine with his brown locks, softly pulling it. This woman is giving him a headache.
"I thought you could use some fun company"
"I was asleep", he sternly says, sitting down in his chair, "and – you keep forgetting I'm married. I have all the company I require."
"Your wife? Hah", she scoffs loudly into the phone, "After that baby is born, you'll matter as much as a doormat to her, which is none!"
"Even if you've been drinking, you do NOT talk about my wife like that", Seth warns her.
"Oh, come on. Let's be real here. You're not the fatherly, husband type. You're not good enough for that. You never will be. You're the fun, outgoing guy who stays single all his life, gets drunk and high all the time and shags his hot, blonde assistant on his motherfucker desk until she sees stars – no, sees the whole fucking universe", she manages to slur out.
"I'm sure some can see this as sexual harassment," he says, gritting his teeth. He then pauses to calm himself down, his expression drops, he frowns at her stinging words, regret is shown across his face, "Do you want me to fire you?"
"Bullshit. You can't fire me. You NEED me"
"You've been an excellent assistant, that's true. You've been better than the rest. So, please don't put me into that position"
"I won't. I'll put you into wonderful, other positions you'll love instead, far, far away from your worries and supposed obligations", she roars seductively at him.
You suddenly wake up, eyes feeling heavy. You groan as the light in the hallway greets you with a sunny bright grin. It infuriates you. You lower your head again to get back to sleep when you notice Seth's absence. You quickly scan the room for him, but he's nowhere to be seen. You regard the alarm clock beside you, it's 4 AM in the morning. You sigh at this god-awful hour and its earliness. You decide to get up, to look for Seth and make your way to the hallway, following the path of light all the way to his office. He sees you, he's on the verge of tears, tears are welling up in his beautiful brown eyes.
"Baby, what's going on?", you worryingly ask him as you come closer, affectionately running a hand through his hair. He gives in to the touch, his eyes looking up at you.
"Oh, is that her?!", you suddenly hear coming from his phone. You roll your eyes at her ignorance, but a tear escapes, and it rolls down his cheek.
"What has the bitch said?", you growl low.
"She….", his voice is raspy. He shakes his head, fighting back a sob and tears from streaming down his face. He seems broken, defeated even. You immediately pry the cell phone from his clutched hand, "Listen to me, Ashley. You do not want to pick a fight with me. If you continue whatever it is that you're intending, I will kick your ass so hard, you can't even sit properly on that milky white ass booty of yours for weeks. Shit is going to get real when you do. Very real. And remember; Seth is MY husband. He will never be yours". You hang up the phone and look at your man, who has his face buried in his hands. You straddle his lap and cups his face, urging him to look you in the eyes, and he does. Gorgeous, even though a little red, brown pools look back at you.
"I'm not going to be a good father. I'm not", he shakes his head, his eyes leaving yours, "What if I go to the playground with our child and it gets hurt? What if I go to the mall with it and leave it behind? What if I'm being careless and don't watch it enough around the pool? It can drown! My God, I'm going to scar it for life. I can just feel it."
"Hey", you whisper gently and pick his face up. You lean in, brushing your lips against his, soothing his state of mind, "Don't let her get to you. You're going to be a great dad".