~BtS~
I don't want to lose her
Don't want to let her go
~BtS~
My night was awful, I barely slept at all, my mind wouldn't stop working. It was going in every direction with all the whys and whats and ifs. It was disturbing.
Next morning, I went to the kitchen to grab my coffee, finding Seth sitting by the kitchen table. A smile lifted my lips the second my eyes fell on him, and I stood for a minute doing nothing but staring at him as he ate his breakfast.
I couldn't help but wonder all over again if what I was going to do was the right thing. I knew it would be for me, and maybe for Bella as well. But I couldn't help but feel guilty, asking myself if I would ever be able to look him in the eyes if he really knew why I was breaking up with his mother.
My view was blocked by Bella as she stood in front of me. My smile dropped and my frustration rose as I looked at her. I didn't know why she would stand there like that looking all … I didn't even know.
"Edward, uh … I'm sorry about last night. I had a headache an- …"
"Save it, Bella!" I stepped away and left her standing there, I didn't want to hear her fake excuses. I didn't want to hear anything from her.
"Daddy!" Seth cheered when he saw me.
Hugging him was the only thing that made my day better.
.
.
.
That night, I decided to come home even earlier, I wanted to put Seth in bed myself before I finally talked to her, hoping that it would go as smoothly as it could go, for Seth's sake.
When I entered the house and was greeted by the word I loved hearing the most – I knew all would go well because it had to, Bella always wanted what's best for our son and she would realize how much our fights and the absence of love would affect him sooner or later.
Maybe a five-year-old won't understand what divorce is at first, but he would just get used to it after some time; I just hope it wouldn't hurt him in the meantime.
~BtS~