Summary: Julian is about to lose his job after the company he works for is combining with another. His boss, Lucas, always flirted with his wife, Brooke. What happens when Julian pushes Brooke to sleep with Lucas to keep his job?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the little boys. Everything else is owned by One Tree Hill. The title is from a Fall Out Boy song!
Hey ya'll! I hope everyone is doing okay! I'm wondering if something happened with the last chapter because ratings went down but oh well. I'll continue on! After this chapter, there will be one more and an epilog. I hope you all enjoy this chapter. This was easier to write then last chapter. Enjoy!
Sugar, We're Going Down Swinging
Chapter Fourteen
Julian's Point-of-View
"Boys be good, okay? Grant make sure Daddy helps you read okay, Mrs. Lincoln wants you to read it and write one sentence on it." I heard Brooke speak to the boys as she guided them to my door.
"Mama, do we have to go? I wanna see Mr. Lucas with you." Grant wondered out loud.
"Next time, bud. I'm gonna look for a house for us. Would you like that?" Brooke I could tell was smiling as she spoke.
Since I moved away first, Brooke had the ability to move wherever she wanted to without being penalized, but she had to do the driving one way now.
"Near Mr. Lucas?" William asked.
"Yeah, near him."
That was when I opened the door, greeting them with a fake happiness.
"Julian," She spoke nodding at me.
"Brooke." I responded back to her. "William, Grant, I have movies and a pizza on the way and possibly a new box of Legos for us to put together later. How does that sound?"
"As long as William doesn't take it apart." Grant said walking in to the apartment. "He likes destructing things."
"How do you know the word destruction?"
"Mama taught me." He smiled proudly. That brain Grant has will take him to higher places in life.
"Okay, have fun boys." Brooke smiled, pulling them in for hugs. "Remember what I said, be good and call me whenever you need too. I love you both and I will see you in two days, okay?"
They both responded with a goodbye wave and I shut the door.
"Do you two want to do anything special this weekend? Maybe we can go swimming. I know you liked it last weekend." And there are hot single ladies in skimpy bikinis lounging around the pool- but I left that part out.
"I don't like the pool." William wimpered. "Mama said I don't need to do anything I don't like."
"Well think of something else." I smiled, roughing up his hair that Brooke let grow out slightly. I could tell he had genetically gotten my curly hair. The longer it grew, the curlier it got. "We don't need to go swimming."
"I need to read, Daddy. Mrs. Lincoln said I need to write one sentence on it. I'm smarter cause everyone else only has one book, No sentence."
"We'll read it tomorrow. Now why don't we relax, we can find a movie, eat pizza and maybe play video games." I offer a new suggestion.
"Okay," both nodded responding.
This was going to be one long weekend.
-XO-OTH-XO-
"Fuck, baby, that feels good." She rode up and down, hard and fast as I tried my best to gain my voice.
I didn't remember her name, all I remember is that she was hot and wanted me as much as I was down to have her. We met at least once a week lately, since I moved down here, but I saved her number as "Sex, call here".
So last night I called. The boys were asleep and I have needs. Multiple needs that need to be met since Brooke decided to be a saint all the sudden and close her legs.
"Daddy," A knock at the door startled my attention, then a boom of lightening shook the apartment and I knew who it was.
"Daddy?" The girl whispered in my ear. "You have kids here, really?"
"Give me a second and I'll be right back." I kissed her passionately, pulling her down to meet me. "Just a second."
"Daddy, hurry. The monsters are gonna eat me!"
Fuck the monsters. My damn cock has needs.
"Bud, what's wrong?" I snuck out of the bedroom door, closing it behind me. "You need to go back to bed."
"But it's storming out there and Mama let's me stay with her when I get scared."
"Well you can't stay with me tonight, William. You're a big boy, you need to defeat those demons by yourself now." I guided him down the hallway back to the bigger bedroom that housed William and Grant when they where here twice a month.
Nothing was special about the room. I tried to come up with something but lets be real. I'm a dude, I don't decorate. I let the boys do that themselves. Blue pain decked the wall and a full sized bed was placed under the picture window where a sleeping Grant's outline could be seen.
"But Daddy," At four I was going to have to curb this whining thing that Brooke allowed, "I don't wanna sleep alone."
"William, you're old enough to sleep alone," More sternly this time I spoke lifting him over the side rail and under the covers. "Grant's asleep and he'll protect you. That's what older brother's do."
Was I lying, yes, oh well. Grant couldn't hurt a fucking fly. Damn pussy.
"But he's asleep."
"Well then too bad." I didn't have time for this fucking shit. "Go to sleep buddy."
"I want Mommy!" He cried out and I knew right then and there my night planned was completely over with. No way would my night be ending with the most amazing sex I've ever had in three months.
I fucking needed it. Why don't kids ever understand that one simple thing?
"Well she's not here. You'll see her in two days." I pulled the covers up, covering him to his shoulders. "Night William."
"Daddy!" His cries became louder and louder ever step I took closer to the door.
"William you are four now, act like it." With that I closed the door, not wanting to hear it anymore.
The crying, the babying, the whining. All traits Brooke helped develop.
"Daddy!" The screams grew louder and I continued to walk away.
I was so not in the mood to deal with this tonight.
"Now where were," I plastered on a smile and walked into my room expecting to find a naked woman in my bed except I found a newly dressed lady, fixing her hair and make-up in my mirror. "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" She looked at me in disbelief. "You're really asking me that?"
"Yes, I just thought we can get back to what we were doing." I walked slowly towards her and went to touch her arm but she backed away, flinching slightly.
"You're son needs you." She stated walking towards the bedroom door. "Help him and call me when you're kid free."
"Daddy!" William was still screaming for me and I heard Grant complaining about his screaming.
"William shut up!" Groaned Grant.
"Mama says we can't say that! It's not nice!" He said in between his tears. "I want Mama."
"Well since you woke the whole fucking house up already, come on." I grabbed a hold of him, roughly- not trying to be but my aggravation was starting to get to me.
"Daddy, that hurts!" William yelled kicking his tiny legs in defense.
At this moment, I wasn't sure why I kept the boys around. I knew damn sure that Brooke hated it, but I also knew my mom would take them in a heart beat for my weekends- another thing that Brooke would hate.
But then again, they were my sons. I should be in their lives to guide them away from Brooke's horrible parenting.
"Well then be quiet and I'll fucking stop."
"That's a bad word, Daddy." Grant joined us in the hallway. "Mama doesn't like when we say bad words like that."
If I heard one more 'Mama' this or 'Mama that' I was going to explode.
"Well she's not here now is she boys?" I ask rhetorically but I knew when they shook their head no that they did not understand. "I don't want to hear anything about your mother anymore, got it?"
"But when you didn't come I called her. Mama said to call her if we needed her." Grant stated, "William needed Mama, Daddy."
"Are you an idiot? Gosh Damnit, Grant." I hissed. "Give me the phone Mama gave you right now."
"She said we get to keep it, Daddy, for when we came here." William calmed down, hiccupping as he tried to catch his breath. "I wanted Mama."
"Well she's too busy with her new boyfriend for you two."
I did have them for an extra weekend this month. Three weekends in a fucking row made me wonder how Brooke did it all the time.
This weekend she wanted to look for houses. She was moving down to be with Lucas fucking Scott. But when the custody agreement came through I made sure she was not allowed to live with him with the boys unless they were married.
I hoped she didn't find a house she could afford. Then she'd be stuck living apart from him forever.
"We like Lucas, Daddy. He plays cars with me." Grant smiled happily. The boy and his love of cars can be seen all over his clothes and pajamas. "Why don't you like him, Daddy?"
Always questioning everything. "It's adult issues, Bud." At least my lawyer said to not enlighten the boys to the truth behind their mother. Some things were best to be kept from children. "But I don't want you to like him. Stay away from him, both of you."
They looked at me confused. Why should they have to hate someone that they like? I need them on my side of this mess.
"But, he's got an awesome car Daddy and he takes us on rides in it!"
"Well that will end tonight. Back to bed, both of you." I gave in. My one punishment for William was to keep him up all night for ruining my plans but in the end that would punish me the most.
"Can we stay with you?" Grant asked, "Mama let's us when it's storming out Daddy."
Of course she does. I remember multiple times I would wake up with both boys in my bed and a happy looking Brooke. Brooke loved having all the kids with her. She never got that happy with me.
"Not tonight, you two can protect each other." I simply said goodnight and walked into my lonely room.
Fuck Brooke. She gets to be happy and I have to suffer? Yeah, no thank you. It's not happening.
I was going to be happy and show the boys how much better it will be living with me. I was going to spoil them and turn them away from Lucas Fucking Scott.
Part One: indulge them.
I climbed back out of the bed and walked back down the hall for what felt like the hundredth time this night to give in to their needs of being close during the storm, except we'll stay in their bed.
I paused listening in just incase they actually tried to go back to sleep, but instead I heard Grant speaking in a mumbled tone.
"But Mama, we wanna come home. Daddy said we shouldn't like Mr. Lucas but we like him."
Of course they'd call her. I wanted to storm in there and yank the phone from their tiny hands but I can't. I wasn't going to stoop that low.
"Boys, give me the phone." I walked in calmly. "Let me talk to your mother."
"Julian it's two in the morning, why are they calling me wanting to go home and what is your deal with Lucas? He likes the boys, he engages them and plays cars with them. Is it a bad thing that they have another person who cares for them?"
"My problem with him is my problem. You sure know what it is too. Wait till the boys are older and actually find the truth about your relationship with him started. They'd really love him then."
"I'm coming to get them. Giving you them this extra weekend was a horrible idea on my part. I sure as hell thought every father would love to have his children around for more time but nope. You hate it."
"It's two in the morning, Brooke. They're not going anywhere." I was being reasonable. "They woke up from the storm. They're old enough to not sleep with you or me next to them when it's storming. I'm teaching them to grow up instead of being a baby. I'll see you tomorrow morning if you want to get them, but I hope you don't."
"Whatever Julian." Knowing Brooke, she's probably rolling her eyes, "I'll see you at noon, tomorrow."
"Great." I hung up, staring at the boys who sat nervously on the bed, holding each other. "Boys, I asked you earlier not to call your Mama."
"But Daddy," both boys whined.
"You win. You all fucking win." I gave up slamming the door.
I give up. I was done trying to force them. The look on the boys faces was enough to make me crack.
Brooke wins. She fucking wins.