~BtS~
I'm flooded with all this pain
Knowing that I'll never hold her
Like I did before the storm
Yeah-ah-ah
Before the storm
~BtS~
All day long I was doing nothing but thinking about my soon-to-be-ex-wife's conditions, her first condition was one I could understand; our son was only five, he wouldn't understand those things anyway. Even if he could – I would've done my best to avoid making him face the negativity of the situation.
Speaking of Seth, I hated how Bella never mentioned him at all. Never said anything about how it was going to be with him, if he would live with me or her or what we would do. But then again, I figured that it would be something mentioned in the divorce papers and that we would share custody. She knew I couldn't live without him; my love for Seth had no limits.
Finally, I figured that I would just go along with her requests. It was the only solution to get a clean divorce. I didn't want this to go longer than it would take if I didn't accept her requests.
That night when I made it home Seth was watching cartoons in the living room. Bella was beside him on the couch, his head in her lap, watching Seth closely with a small smile on her lips as she moved her hand through his brown locks.
The sight made me smile and I let my presence known, earning myself a tight hug and kiss on the cheek from Seth before I told them I was going to take a shower and before I joined them to watch some TV; it wasn't Seth's bed time yet.
After I showered and dressed, I made it back to the living room and did what I told them I would be doing. After watching The Beauty and The Beast without really watching it, I cleared my throat. Bella turned her head in my direction, she knew I had something to say – we always understand each other very well; it was sickening how things had turned out.
"I agree on your conditions, Bella," I said, and then I got up, my eyes never leaving hers as she stared at me silently. A second later, I saw her smiling. She raised both of her hands like a toddler wanting picked up.
Slowly I bent down and put my arms underneath her and lifted her up, carrying her bridal style, same way I did so many times before; but something was different about it this time, because once Bella surrounded my neck with her arms and put her head against my chest, I was hit by the memory of our wedding day, when I had carried her the same way to our bedroom.
But no, that time was much different, that time we were so in love, that time we were happy, we were full of joy and we felt the blessing that was our happy lives. But – not anymore.
One thing I noticed as I was about to walk to our bedroom: Seth was staring at us with a gaping mouth. Then he grinned and his eyes shone with delight.
It made it worth it.
~BtS~