You're laying down in your friend's guestroom on the most uncomfortable bed ever. You're not sure where she bought this piece of shit, but your whole back aches because of it. But, as of late, your mind has been preoccupied with other things to even start to worry on your sore back.

A hand protectively covers your stomach as your mind drifts off. There's so much on your mind – your unborn child, Seth. You're unsure what to do – but you know one thing: the due date is in 8 days.

You let out a sigh and close your eyes. You try to picture Seth before you. You try to picture his wicked, amazing smile, the smile that warms your heart, the one that tugs at your heart's strings, the only smile that made you fall in love with him, along with those deep, intense brown eyes, but the texts take over, take control and clutter your mind. They still haunt you. 6 days ago you decided it was for the best to take a little break, to reconsider some choices you've made, and yet it was still in your mind. It's as though your mind doesn't allow you to forget, while your heart desperately wants to.

Your eyes immediately shoot open when it comes to the surface. You try to stare at the ceiling above you, to get your mind off of it, but no luck. Imaginative letters in a bold font start to appear and take form.

"Do you have your dick out?"

"Yes"

"Slowly start to pump it"

"I already was"

"Are you close?"

"Extremely close"

"Good.

I lean in and put your hard cock between my bare tits. I rub them together, and slowly start to pump you. I look at you; our eyes meet as I wrap my lips around the tip of your cock. I take your full length in and suck – hard.

"Oh God, yes"

"Do you like this, Seth? Do you like me giving you head?"

"Fuck, yes"

"I want you to come hard and shoot your load into my mouth. I will swallow everything you'll give me, every thick, milky stream of cum, 'till the last drop."

"You're such a greedy little slut"

"You'll have to punish me for being addicted to the taste of your cum"

"Oh, don't worry; I will"

What does that even mean? Have they had sex before? Were they just warming themselves up with a little bit of foreplay before the actual event occurred? And how long has this been going on?

You shake your head. You were such an ignorant cunt. You never knew he was playing pretend. You sigh once more and decide to sit up straight. You reach out for your cell phone and start to dial his number. Before you press the call button, you hesitate. Is this the right thing to do? Should you call him? He might only say what you wish to hear. He might lie. But then again, you already found out, so why would he? What's the point? Besides, he's always been upfront with you – well, in hindsight; you hope he has been.

You take in a deep breath, take a leap of faith and quickly press the call button. There's no turning back now. He'd know you called him anyways. He'd most likely call back straightaway.

"Hi..", he answers carefully. He seems nervous, tense even.

"Hi"

The two of you are drawn into an awkward silence, one that lasts a minute or so. You're unsure what to say, what to ask. You just want to know what happened. You want to know the truth. Have you not been attentive to his needs, and is this why he seeks it elsewhere? Is this why he sought love and affection elsewhere? Does your current body form disgust him?

You can hear a stressful grunt on the other line. "For God's sake, please tell me your decision. I'm dying over here," he blurts out sincerely. You can hear him chew anxiously onto his lip.

"I- I haven't decided yet"

"I thought you were only going to call me when you had?"

"I know. I just.. I just need to know something"

"Okay", he urges you to continue.

"I want you to be honest with me, no matter what. Can you do that for me?"

"Of course. Anything".

You close your eyes for a brief second or two, take in another sharp breath, and exhale loudly. You might not like his answer. He might hurt you with his words. He might say he loves her. He might say they've been doing this for days, weeks, months, even. He might break you in two like the brittle little twig you are, worn out throughout the years.

Defeat washes over you and your heart starts to pound vigorously in your chest. You can feel it in your throat. It's beating so fast, so loud. You're positive Seth can hear it. You still manage to collect courage within you, though. Might it be for the curiosity rising within you.

Is it you?

Is it him?

Is it temptation on Ashley's part?

Is it…
more?

"Why? Why, Seth? Why did you do it?"

"I", he begins, pausing to sigh deeply, "I don't know. I've been racking my brain about that as well. At the time, I felt like shit. I was freaking out. I was vulnerable. And…she.. she was there. She comforted me. She slowly slipped inside and got to me. She wrapped me around her finger like a goddamn Shih Tzu with their awful beady little eyes"

"Why didn't you come to me?"

"You were busy with getting everything ready for the baby. I didn't want to add more stress. I didn't want to bother nor burden you with my petty problems. A husband's supposed to support his wife, to give her strength whenever she needs it. It's not the other way around. That's just weak".

"When I vowed I'd be at your side in sorrow and in joy, in good times, and in the bad, I meant it. You should've come to me, a sign of weakness or not. I am your wife, after all. We're supposed to do this together"

He sighs. "I know this now", his voice grows silent, " and I wish I could undo it all. I really do". His words are those of regret.

"Do you love her?", you suddenly blurt out, but you need to know. You just have to.

"No"

"Please, be honest with me. I can take it" You really can't, but you hope he doesn't know.

"I am; I am not in love with her, and I never will be. She's not my type. In fact, she's a manipulative, evil bitch. I can't believe I fell into her trap".
You remain silent, sensing the rising anger in him. You're unsure what to do with this piece of information. Is he truly being sincere with you?

"We only sexted. I swear, so help me non-existing God. That's all we did. It doesn't mean I love her or even care about her. It's not…", he shakes his head, "It's not like anything we share. It'll never be like that. Ever"

"That's no excuse. You still sexted her"

"It probably doesn't mean much, but I'll be forever sorry. I regret it so much"

"How can I know you haven't sexted her these passed few days? How can I be certain that she's the only one? Perhaps there were or are others to entertain you. How can I know this?"

"You don't", he pauses, "You'll have to trust me".

"What if I don't?"

"You can search through all my belongings. You can search through my email, all my texts, for fuck sake's, even my mail if you desire so. Anything you wish. Just please, please, allow me to prove myself. Please let me show you that I am truly sorry. Please give me a second chance".

"Anything?"

"Anything, I promise"

"All right", you say firm.

"All right?"

"I've made a decision"

"You have?", he sounds naively hopeful.

"Yes. Seeing that, if you truly were hiding something, you'd behave suspicious and certainly wouldn't allow me access to everything you own, I figure you speak the truth"

You hear him gasp on the other side, "Does this mean..?"

"Yes. I'm giving you that second chance"

Straightaway, you hear him cheer out loud – laughing, swearing, as he's most likely relieved.

"You won't regret this, babe. Oh, fuck. I love you, I love you so much", he repeats over and over and over.

"Dear?", you cut his victory dance off, your tone of voice stern. This immediately dims his excitement.

"Yes?", you hear him swallow hard.

"From now on, if there's anything, anything I tell you, you come to me"

He chuckles, a huge weight has been lifted off of his heart, "With pleasure"