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WARNING!: BREAKUP LEMONS! LEMONS!

Hell, at this point Cap/Nova are their own warning. LOL!

It Still Ain't Too Late

Nova POV:

The rest of the ride to Cap's farmhouse was full of silence, other than the country music playing on the radio. Cap's would eye me every so often, but wouldn't say anything to me. I think he knew that there wasn't anything left to say tho. That it was really over; that he just needed to let me pack up my stuff so that we could both move on with our lives.

Pulling into his driveway and stopping at the gate, he looked at me and broke the silence between us with, "You know, this can still be your home. You don't have to pack up and run off, baby."

"I can't stay with you, Cap. It's too late." I shook my head as he opened the door of his truck.

"It'll never be too late, babe." He half-heartedly replied before getting' out of the truck and heading over to the gate.

As I watched him open it, I couldn't help but feel my heart painfully breaking deep in my chest. What the hell was wrong with me? How could I do what I'm doing to my own husband? A man that I made a vow to, that I swore to be with for better or worse, til death do us part? But as I watched him make his way back to the truck, a small, tiny voice in the back of my head piped up to remind me that he brought it all on himself. That if he would've been more understanding about Sally Elle and Tolbert's need for a deal then things would've ended up differently. That he wasn't innocent in the breakdown of the marriage; that he was a big culprit in it too.

"I'm serious about that deal for 'em McCoys and the adoption of the kids, Nova. If it keeps us together, I'll do it." Cap told me while climbing back up into the truck and closing the door.

"I already told you, it's too late for that." I gritted out as he drove us up the driveway towards the house. The beautiful white farmhouse that I instantly fell for as soon as I sat eyes on it. Damn, get it together. It's just a house.

"And didn't I just tell ya it'll never be too late?" He countered in a short snap as he cut off the truck's engine. Shaking his head, he pulled the keys from the ignition and opened his door. He let out a heavy sigh while getting out.

I didn't say a word, just grabbed my handbag and hopped out of the truck. Silently, I went over to the house as he went over to shut the gate. Since my Uncle Perry had my keys, I found myself standing on the front porch by the door, waiting on my husband. Well, I should say soon to be ex-husband cause within a week or so the bomb should be dropped on him. A bomb that would end both my marriage and get the case we were on thrown out as a mistrial.

Cap didn't say a word as he quickly jogged over to the house. As he made his way up the front porch steps, I averted my eyes away from him and onto the wooden floorboards beneath my feet. I couldn't explain it, but I just couldn't handle looking at him for too long. My heart couldn't stand it. My heart ached to take his deal. To throw myself at him and cry my eyes out while begging him to rewind time and make us happy again. I couldn't do that tho, so I had to keep myself from staring at him for too long, or else I'd be crumbling faster than a milk-soggy chocolate chip cookie.

Opening the door, he told me, "Come on, let's get inside."

Nodding, I walked by him as he held the door and stepped inside of the home that I thought would be my forever home til I grew old. The fact that this farmhouse was just a pitstop in my life hurt. It felt like the walls were closing in on me as I spotted the one black trash bag my uncle managed to pack and get downstairs.

"For wanting to pack your shit so bad you're just standin' and staring like Bambi caught in the headlights, baby." Cap's southern drawl loudly broke through my thoughts as he entered the house and shut the door behind him.

"I just got inside the house." I snapped back while heading upstairs.

"Sure….just tell yourself that to avoid how you're really feeling." I heard Cap drawl out as his footsteps thudded behind me, signaling that he was following me upstairs.

I ignored his remark as I walked down the hallway of the second story, only to turn into the open door of the master bedroom. I saw that the box of trash bags was on the long-mirrored dresser and that a few of the drawers were open and empty. I felt like all the air had left my lungs as I went over to the dresser, watching Cap follow me from the reflection in the mirror. As I pulled a bag from the box, he sat down on the edge of the bed. His icy blue eye and its milky white twin bore into me via the mirror as I quickly opened the trash bag and went over to the closet.

As I pulled a shirt off its hanger, Cap broke the heavy silence with, "Do you enjoy destroyin' our lives?" His deep southern drawl had an edge to it as he asked, "Why're you breakin' our hearts and leavin' when this clearly isn't what you want to do?"

"I'm not breakin' your heart, Cap." I tossed another shirt in my bag before reaching for another hanger. "You're a cold, heartless man that doesn't give a shit about anything, but his case."

"Nova, you know damn well that I have a heart and that it bleeds for you. That you're tearing it out of my asshole and tossin' it into a goddamn blender right now."

"Cap-" I began, only to be cut off by my soon-to-be-ex-husband barking out, "Stop callin' me that! Please, call me Will. I can't handle you're detatched Cap this, Cap that bullshit!"

Turning around to look at the rugged blonde, who I'd fallen in love with back in Baltimore, and went to say a witty quip, but it died on my tongue. All I could get out was a shaky, "Will…", before tears began to trinkle down my cheeks.

"Oh, baby…" Will breathed before rising from the bed. "Baby, it's okay. I'm here." He cooed while wrapping me in his strong arms. He dwarfed me with his height as his body acted as a cocoon, keeping me safe and warm in his presence. "Stay with me and I'll take care of all the loose end of this case. We'll adopt Tolbert's kids and get that deal drawn up and signed for the McCoys; get 'em in jail and out in 25."

Pulling back slightly and looking up into his mismatched eyes, I sadly told him, "I can't do that, Will. Things have spiraled; I have to leave you." Trembling, I cried, "I'm so sorry, Will. I'm so sorry, but I can't stay."

Bending down and resting his forehead against mine, his deep timbre softly rang out with, "I'll let you go, since you're so adamant on it, but, baby, let me send you off with one last kiss. Let me make love to you one last time."

Cap POV:

I was on my knees, at the foot of my bed with Nova's legs hitched up around my shoulders. My tongue lapped at her wet heat as she was perched on the edge of the bed, balancing he upper body weight on her elbows with her head thrown back. Her perky tits heaved up and down with every breathy moan that she made as I flicked my tongue against her clit. Her hips began buck up, chasin' her desire, as she mewled, "Will…" while I latched my lips around her sensitive bud, nipping and suckin'.

I pushed her hips down with one of my hands while removin' my mouth from her wet. "Stay still, baby. Don't move 'round." I ordered, only to make Nova whine my name in protest.

I let out a rumblin' chuckle before burryin' my face back 'tween her legs. I flicked my tongue against her clit before licking a swipe along her wet slit. She let out another loud, mewling, "Will…" at that. I felt like my heart was gonna burst outta my chest at hearin' her beg for me to bring her over the edge. When I started fuckin' her with my tongue, she tightly grabbed onto my hair and started grindin' her hips against my face. I didn't have it in me to scold her 'bout stayin' still. This was the last time we'd be makin' love; I'd let her take her pleasure from me cause it'd be a long time til she had it 'gain. I just moved my tongue faster as she snapped her hips quickly, causin' my nose to bump 'gainst her swollen clit. "Will…Oh..I'm so close…" She squealed as her other hand made it's way to my hair; holding my head tightly against her.

I just nodded 'gainst her while tightly diggin' my fingers into her thighs. I quickly continued my ministrations on her wet heat while she bucked 'gainst my tongue. It didn't take her long before she was comin' undone and moanin' my name like a prayer.

Nova's hands went slack and slipped from my light blonde hair. While she caughter her breath, I removed her legs from my shoulders and stood up. She was a pantin' mess on the edge of our bed with her legs spread wide and shakin' from her peak, but my Nova was a beautiful site to behold.

We'd shed our clothes a while 'go, so all I had to do was get us into a position for our lovemaking. I knew the perfect one for our final goodbye too. Holdin' my hand out for her, I softly said, "Come here, babe."

A mix of love and sadness shined in my wife's cornflower blues as she placed her hand in mine. I gently ran my knuckles along her jaw, only to take her chin in my thumb and forefinger to bring her in close for a kiss. As my lips pressed against hers, her hand gently wrapped around my wrist. Nova's soft lips chased mine, moved against mine in a needy way. Breakin' our kiss, I pulled away from her and went over to the bed. Sitting down in the middle, with my knees lightly bent, I patted my thighs (as a gesture on the position I wanted Nova in) as she made her way over to the bed.

Her blue eyes were a light with the fire of desire as she positioned herself into my lap, her legs on either side of me. I held her hip with one hand, helpin' her balance as she gripped my shoulders while sinkin' down on my dick (while I helped guide it in for her). "Oh god…Will…this is too much…" She let out in a whinny sigh while wrapping her arms around my neck.

Yea, my big dick felt even bigger in this position. It was also a very intimate position too, which is why I chose it. I'm sendin' her off with somethin' she'll always remember. A love makin' that'll blow her mind; have her runnin' back to me (eventually) beggin' me to love her 'gain in every single way she could ever be loved by me.

"Ain't too much, Nova. It's just right." I countered her in a gritty, lustful breath. I wound my arms tightly around her, bringing her chest flush 'gainst mine as I snapped my hips up.

"Oh…Will…" She gasped before moving her hips down to meet mine.

Our eyes locked as our bodies moved together as one. The sounds of our pantin', moans, and slick sweaty skin slappin' together filled the air while we held onto each other for dear life. We were practically superglued together as our movements turned to fast, sloppy buckin' and grindin'. We just couldn't let go of each other as we sought our release. We needed each other like we needed air to breathe.

Her moans turned to high pitched shrieks as she tightened around my dick. The sounds fallin' out of Nova's mouth drove me crazy, so without thinkin', I crashed my lips onto hers and bucked up into her as hard as I could. Her nails clawed up and down my shoulders and back as she came around me. I swallowed up her moans of pleasure an' tightened my hold on her as I moved faster and faster. I wrenched my lips from hers and came with a loud, drawlin' groan as my hips stuttered and stilled.

Pantin', I rested my forehead against hers. She didn't say a word, but the small, sad line of a smile on her face was enough. I knew she wanted to stay but felt like she couldn't cause she got herself in too deep with the McCoy case; got herself too involved with those kids too. I offered her all I could; if she refused to take it then there was nothin' else, I could do, but let her go.

Well, after lettin' her go I was gonna do everythin' in my power to fry Tolbert's ass and get her back, but that's not the point. Point is that I'm lettin' her go now. She'll be back one day tho. Hopefully it's sooner rather than later, cause she ain't gonna have a way to support herself after I get her disbarred. Oh yes, I'm reporting her to the ethics board about her relationship with her client. Mhm…she's don't get to leave me and defy me by fuckin' Tolbert without some backlash. I ain't lettin' her get away with it. Her actions will have consequences. Being a single mother struggling to find work cause she's disbarred will work in my favor; will make her come crawlin' back to me: her husband.

"Um, can I use your shower?" Nova asked, breakin' the silence of our afterglow.

Of course, she had to shower the musk of our sex off, she can't go away to McCoys smelling like a Hatfield. "Yea, you can shower." I told her since I couldn't deny her the shower. We were still married, so it was still her shower. "I'll pack your shit and load it in the truck while you shower." I told Nova since, unlike her, I didn't need to shower before gettin' dressed.

"Thanks." Nova simply said while crawling off my lap.

"No problem. Take as long as ya want." I told her, gettin' up and walkin' over to where my boxer-briefs were at. She didn't say a word, just scurried into the bathroom as I picked up my underwear and pulled them on. With a sigh, I went to my dresser to get some jeans. I heard the shower turn on and knew that she'd be in there a while, cryin' and scrubbin' the scent of my love off her skin.

Nova POV:

After my shower, I walked into the bedroom wrapped in a fluffy towel only to see that the closet door was wide open; with my half of the closet cleared out. My throat closed up as the reality of leaving hit me. It was real now. I had nothing else left here. I let out a strangled sob at the thought of Cap packin' my bags. That must've been hell for him and given what we did beforehand…oh god…

I felt like a piece of shit as I quickly gathered my clothes and got dressed. How did my life snowball into this messy avalanche of one heartbreak after another? I thought that I could leave Cap-er-Will without any second thoughts or questions, but I was wrong. Leaving him right now is hard and I'm second guessing myself the entire time. Yes, I loved Tolbert (always have and always will) and I love his kids I promised to raise as my own, but being in Cap's white farmhouse with him just reminds me of why I picked him first. Why I married him; wanted to have a family with him.

I love him in a way that I can feel deep down in my soul, my blood, and my bones. His love's addicting, like caffeine, and when I'm around him I feel like I need him like I need air to breathe. I don't feel scared to love him, like I do Tolbert. That right there is dangerous for my heart.

"Nova, babe, you ready?!" I heard Cap call up from downstairs.

"I'll be right down, Cap!" I shouted back as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I looked perfect, as if I didn't make love to my ex-husband before taking a vey hot and long shower (that I sat in the corner of while balling my eyes out). My clothes made me look as if nothing happened, since they were as clean as they were when I first got here (before the goodbye sex).

The rings on my left ring finger caught my eye and I knew that I had to leave them behind. I pulled them off and placed them on the dresser, right in front of the mirror, before grabbing my handbag and leaving the bedroom. My finger felt naked and cold without the weight of my wedding set. It was an odd feeling, but one that I'd have to get used to.

"Your bags are in the bed of my truck. There's two of 'em. The one Uncle Perry packed and the one I packed." I heard Cap tell me, his deep timbre tight and rough, while leaning against the open front door frame as I walked downstairs.

"Thanks, Cap." I simply told him while walking over to the door.

"Ah…so we're back to Cap?" He asked as I passed him on my way out the door. I didn't say a word, just walked down the porch as I heard the echo of the door shut behind me. "Ya know your drink's prolly half-melted by now." Cap remarked while following behind me. Why he brought that up, who knows.

"It's sweet tea, so it'll be fine." I assured the tall blonde as I made my way over to his truck.

"You've been drinkin' a lot of tea with the baby and all?" Cap asked, since he knew I couldn't drink much pop anymore, as he followed me over to his truck.

"Yea." I nodded. Reaching the truck and opening the door, I admitted, "It's all I ever drink anymore."

Pulling open his own door and climbin' up into the driver's seat, he simply said, "I figured so." As I got into my own seat and pulled my door shut, he stuck his keys into the ignition while askin' me, "How're we gonna do things when our baby comes?"

Wow…okay…um, yea, his question took me aback. "I'm only 2 months pregnant, Cap. We don't need to worry about that right now." I replied, attempting to get him to drop the subject.

"I know how far 'long you are, baby. Remember, I've been right by your side during all of Doc's appointments." Cap told me, his deep voice heavy and full of something I couldn't pin-point, as he backed up to the gate. Before anything else could be said, he flung his door open and got out of the truck. I watched him storm over to the gate and open it via the rearview mirror. "Just cause you're leavin' don't mean I'm droppin' off the face of the earth when it comes to our son." Cap told me, climbing back into his seat and shuttin' the door.

"I know." I sighed as he pulled out of the driveway.

"Well, your actin' like you don't, but glad you say ya know." He scoffed before leaving alone in the truck, so he could close the gate. God, I really hate that gate right now. If it wasn't there we'd be on the road by now.

I fiddled with the radio, trying to find something to listen to since everything in the Tug was some kind of country, as Cap rolled the gate shut and returned to the truck. I landed on a Chris Stapleton song and decided to leave it on as the rugged blonde next to me pulled out of the driveway and onto the dirt, mountain back road he lived on. That we used to live on, til now.

Looking between me and the road, Cap sighed, "I don't wanna be just a weekend dad, Nova."

I felt my stomach churn as the reality of what I've done earlier today hit me. I got a paternity test done with Tolbert for my baby, so there's a slim chance that Cap's not the father and all his plans of being a daddy are useless. If I didn't get the test, well…yea…Cap's claim on the baby woud matter. But now that I'm waiting test results, so that I can go forward with an annulment and get a mistrial for the McCoy boys, well…things are different.

"Don't worry about it, Cap. We've got 7-more months til the baby's due." I sighed, hoping that he'd drop the subject, as I listened to the crooning on the radio.

"May'll be here 'fore we know it, so I'm gonna worry 'bout it." Of course, he is. His deep, rollin' timbre shook loudly as he snapped, "He's my son too, Novella, and I want to be a big part of his life."

Staring out the window, I hummed, "Mhm…" Was my baby his son too? I dunno, but soon I'd know. Soon he's know too and then he'd be singing a different tune.

"You don't believe me." Cap stated, not asked, as he turned onto the main road. He didn't even use his turn signals. Nice, real nice. Seems like our talk about custody's making him forget road rules.

"I didn't say that." I defended myself while a commercial for O'Reilly's Auto Parts played on the radio.

"You didn't have to, baby. It's implied by how your actin'."

Feelin' my heart break a little bit more at hearing his words, I heavily sighed, "Will…"

"I'm not going to sit back and watch Tolbert raise our baby boy." Will spat while reaching into the front pocket of his flannel to pull out his box of Reds. Flipping the cardboard box open, he pulled out a smoke and his lighter while telling me, "I'm gonna raise our son and have a say so in his life, Nova."

"You know there's a chance that he's not yours." I reminded him as the DJ for the radio station make some back from the commercial break joke.

"I fuckin' know that, baby. You don't have to remind me." Cap snapped, his cigarette dangelin' from his lips as he lit it. "I don't care 'bout when our son was conceived, Nova." He told me while stuffin' his lighter into his box of Reds. Droppin' the box of Reds back into his pocket and taking a deep drag of his smoke, Cap remarked in a hard drawl, "I've been wit'cha since ya realized you're pregnant; I already made up my mind that he's our son no matter what."

"Oh…" I trailed off in a heavy sigh while grabbin' my cup from the holder between us.

Crackin' the window down just enough to tip his ashes, he asked, "Uncle Perry and the McCoy tellin' ya that I ain't gonna be bothered with the baby if it turns out he don't share my DNA?" Oh shit, he's getting deep with his questions now. Why does he want to talk about this. Why did he have to come home and stop my uncle from packing my bags? Now I'm stuck having an awkward conversation that I don't want to have. Taking another puff of his smoke and tippin' his ashes, he told me, "Whatever they're tellin' you's wrong, baby."

"Cap, I don't want to talk about this right now." I honestly said, sipping on my tea while Toby Keith played on the radio.

"Of course, you don't." He scoffed, his deep voice thick with hurt and annoyance. Looking at me, mismatched icy blue and white eyes flickering with the light of a dying hope, he said, "You know, it still ain't too late for me to draw up that deal for the McCoys. Tolbert and Pharmer get 25-to-Life while we adopt the kids and move the fuck outta here to some shithole that's never heard of the drama we're livin' in."

Shakin' my head and holding back tears, I mustered up all of my inner strength and told Will, "No, I can't do that. It's too late; you should've bended before everything got as murky as your left eye."

His jaw clenched and his fingers gripped the steering wheel til his knuckles turned white. He shook his head in a way that showed he was pissed. Knowing that I wasn't going to budge, he just stared at the road while flatly askin' "Where am I takin' ya, baby?"

"My uncle's." I told him as I put my cup back into the holder between us.

"What? Not Tolbert's even tho havin' to raise his kids is the reason you left?" Cap asked half-mockingly as he grabbed my cup and took a long sip from it.

"He has my truck so he could drive the kids around, so I need to pick his up from Uncle Perry's."

Sweet tea spurted out of Cap's nose as he coughed. Wheezin' a bit as he tried to calm down his coughin' fit, he looked at me incrediously. "So, your tellin' me that he has your brand-new truck and is usin' it to cart his kids 'round, doin' whatever, while you're stuck with his old, rusted piece of shit? Hell, am I the only one that sees somethin' wrong with this picture?"

"We were using my truck cause he put the car seats in the back and we went to lunch together. We weren't expectin' you to pick me up from Peggy's Diner."

"Okay, put he's drivin' your truck." He took another sip of tea, his half-smoked cigarette close to the lid as he held the Styrofoam cup. Placin' the cup back into the holder, he gave me a look and emphasized, "Your truck, babe." Bringing his cigarette up to his lips, he ranted, "Ya'll ain't married cause last time I checked, even tho things are rocky as shit and you packed up, we're still married so he don't needd'a be drivin' your truck 'round town."

"Cap stop overreactin'." I scolded him as he let out a smoke ring.

"I'm not overreactin'." He denied, tippin' ashes out his cracked window. Cap pointed his smoulderin' cigarette at me as we passed by a road marker for downtown Mate Creek. "I'm just tellin' you that Tolbert and all 'em McCoys, good ol' Uncle Perry included, are oversteppin' their boundaries. Are usin' your big heart for the kids to muddy the waters; get you to sway their way since you're stuck in the thick of it."

"You've driven my truck before too, Cap." I reminded the hard-headed blonde next to me, only to add in as an afterthought, "And stop trying to make Tolbert using it today, for the kids, as some type of conspiracy theory."

"Of course, I've driven your truck, Nova. We're fuckin' married." Cap barked as he rolled down his window a tiny bit more and tossed his cigarette butt out the window.

"You've driven my old car before we got married." I smugly reminded him as we got closer to the Tug Bridge.

"And I had a luxury car, a goddamn Audi, when I drove us around in your car." He reminded me in a tone that was both rough and thick. "I wasn't usin' you as my sugar mama cause I had an old clunker that'd crap out at any moment."

"I'm not Tolbert's sugar mama!" I exclaimed as the bridge came into view.

"You ain't?" Cap rhetorically asked. Letting out a gratin' sigh, he drove us over the bridge while telling me, "Cause right now, from the outside lookin' in, you're lettin' him use your truck, your raisin' his kids, and you're neck deep in his defense case to the point that it's costin' us our goddamn marriage, Novella." I didn't want to hear anymore of his bullshit, cause it stung, so I reached over and turned the volume up on the radio. Cap's reaction to that was a shake of his head and an eye roll accompanied by a bitter, "Yea, shut me down with Wagon Wheel."

Without another word, the truck crossed over into Kentucky.

AN:

I planned on some Tolbert in this chapter, but the muses took over and the chapter went into an all-out Cap centered area. Whoops. Well, don't worry Tolbert will be in the next chapter. Hope you guys liked the angst and heartbreak (and the goodbye lemons) for Cap/Nova in this chapter.