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"Don't fucking lie to me, Gale. I've been doing horrible here, worrying about you, raising our son and making mistakes left and right, and I need a shower...Badly..." |
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"What do you want me to say? We'll be absolutely not fine and we're horrible parents?" I muttered, tone sharpening as my face fell flat, arms retreating from Kayla. |
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She took a step back, eyes wide. "I'm gonna...go check on Malakai. I'll see you tonight" She said, going to check on their son |
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I watched as she left, storming out the opposite door and to my study. Saints above. Why the hell did she always do this? Always said the complete opposite of what was happening, and it drove me fucking insane. The door shut behind me, my sword finding my hand as I drove it into the wood of an empty cabinet, the marks layering over old marks. I swung my sword again and again, driving it harder into the wood over, and over, and over. |
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Kayla heard the noise and went to him, sighing in relief as she realized he wasn't dying. "You okay? Did I mess up?" |
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I heard footsteps coming down the hall, imediately stopping and sheathing my sword, swiftly pulling the cover back down over the cabinet. "No, what makes you ask?" I questioned, playing along. |
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"I'm not just. . . bored writing all these reports." I chuckled, gesturing to a pile of undated week old reports. |
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She nodded. "Do you want help with anything?" |
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"Nothing you know so, not really." I mused, offering a smile as I turned back, grabbing a few papers. "Speaking of, how was Kai?" |
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