We walk to the kitchen in awkward silence.
That's unheard of, there is never anything awkward between us, but I can feel him being weird and I can smell his anxiety, so it’s infecting me. We sit down to eat together, but Farrow isn't eating like normal. He's a big man and spends most of the day exercising, so he's always hungry... except when he has a lot on his head. "Okay, what's going on?" I ask when I can't take it anymore. Farrow swallows but keeps looking down at his plate for a few more seconds, "Did something happen today at work?" He nods, still silent. Now I shut my mouth and wait for him. "I can't talk about what's going on yet," he mumbles almost to himself, a deep scowl on his pretty face, "I haven't finished thinking about it." "Overthinking about it, you mean," I say, pushing my food away and looking deeper into his eyes. Usually, I would let it go and let him bring it up on his own, but I can't today. I had that bad feeling all day, it's probably about this somehow, "Aleksei, just say it." "No, Sky, I don't even know how..." "Say it," I repeat, frowing and crossing my arms while I look at him, "I don't want to let this go and be weird around each other all night. We never fight like that, let's not start now." "Well, that's kinda the stuff I was thinking about," he starts, lifting a hand to his hair to scratch it, "Okay, we'll talk about it now... but let me finish speaking and trying to explain myself. Don't get mad." What the fuck? I nod, but I'm totally freaking out. What could he possibly have to say that would make me mad? "I was thinking we need a break," he says after a few seconds, making my mouth drop open. Out of everything I thought he would say this was not it, "Like, break up for just a little bit." There is instantly a sea of dark thoughts flooding my head, but for some reason I can't speak at all. I'm in shock. "Hear me out, please," he keeps going and grabs my hand on the table. I really need an explanation, so I let him, "I love you so much, Sky. Like... I would legit take a bullet for you. I would give you a kidney or a lung or my literal heart and I'm not exaggerating. You and Bobbie share the number one spot of the people I love the most and that's never changing." "But?" I ask, because I feel it coming. Farrow shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Today, when the new people came into the center, something happened," he starts, I nod for him to continue, "There’s a girl among them. A girl my age, very pretty. Like… so pretty.” I snatch my hand so fucking fast I hit myself accidentally. Then I stand up. "You promised to hear me out. Sit back down," he orders and pulls me so I sit down again. He gives me one his rare serious and intense stares, "I saw her and I thought: wow, she's so, so hot. She had my attention for a few seconds before I snatched it away in guilt, but that had never happened to me before. For… my whole life, you’ve been the only girl I ever looked at like that." Until now. I don't think he understands how much he just hurt me. I close my eyes so I can control my face, but it's useless because my tears start dripping out. "Skylar, god, please don't cry," he says and I can feel him getting up and kneeling in front of me, grabbing both my hands and trying to give me comfort but it doesn't work, not after he just said that. "I've been thinking about that all day. The girl didn’t really pay any attention to me, but she had mine all day," he continues, trying to hurt me even more, I guess, "And I realized... damn, I've really only been interested in one person my whole life. I'm twenty-eight and I never even had a crush on someone else, I've only ever been in love with you. I never experienced anything like a normal man, I didn't get to know myself in that way, like a single guy. I never went out to clubs with the intention to pick someone up or been out on disastrous first dates like the rest of my friends. Hell, just now my friends are finally catching up to me and the life I've had for fourteen years and it sucks to realize I missed out on a lot. So then I started thinking, god how fucking selfish of me to wish of a life that doesn't involve you. And then I realized it's the same shit for you. It's only been me for you. I'm the only guy you've ever kissed, the only guy you've ever loved. You missed out on a lot as well." "I don't look at it that way, though " I say. My voice all shaky, "I thought I was lucky to find my person so early in life. Someone I have so much fun with, never fight with and have great sex with." "How do you know, though?" He asks, his jaw set. I frown in confusion, "How do you know is great sex? I've only ever fucked you, I don't have experience. You could have the worst sex life and you don't even know." "Do you think I'm stupid or something? Trust me, I would know. But I guess if it sucks so much for you I have to rethink my entire life." "Come on, it doesn't suck for me. It's different for a guy, sex always feels good," he says, stabbing yet another metaphorical knife in my chest, "God, everything is coming out wrong. I mean, I love sex with you, of course. You're not the one who needs experience to make it good, I am." I laugh. In bewilderment. Who the fuck is this guy in front of me? "I didn't mean it like..." he shakes his head and groans in frustration, "I just mean, I hate to think I've been a horrible lover for all these years because I never fucked anyone else. But whatever, this is not about us fucking other people, I just want us to take a break to figure out who we are as single people." “And all of this came to light because you saw a girl who had your attention most of the day?” I ask. Farrow makes a grimace, but nods. Holy shit, this hurts, “Really, Farrow? Did you flirt with her, did you…” “No, no. She’s the new receptionist and I didn’t get the chance to speak to her at all, I just kept turning to look at her. Over and over,” he admits. I have to close my eyes and take deep, deep breaths, “This has never happened to me before, Sky. Me being so into someone else, it’s not normal. So, that’s why I want the break. To figure out if it’s just a quarter-life crisis or if I’m…” “Over me?” I whisper, my chest constricted. “Actually interested in her,” he finishes and that’s worse. Way, way worse.I can't believe this is happening. I have absolutely no words, so I just stare at him. "I understand this is awful, but I don't want to be a liar or hide things," he continues, sighing. My delicious chicken Alfredo is now forgotten, because my appetite has gone to hell, "I wasn't ready to tell you this yet, though, I needed to think about it some more." I take a deep breath and open my mouth to speak, but I stop when I hear big steps approaching. Bobbie. Farrow gets up and takes a seat again, before she asks questions. "I decided to eat, but just a little bit," she says when she enters the kitchen and sees us sitting at the breakfast table, then she frowns, "What? The vibes feel very weird in here." "Nothing. Here, have this," I say and offer her my mostly untouched food, "I'll go get another plate. We're having a serious conversation." "Oh, serious," she mocks me before grabbing the plate and leaving again. In a while, she'll come back down to grab something to drink. And then a
"It's fine, this is just a bump," I repeat when I'm looking in the mirror. I look like hell, so I advert my eyes and undress... but once I'm naked in front of the mirror, I can't stop myself from looking up again. I don’t like what I see. I haven’t felt like this since I was a teenager, but this time I hyper-focus on every little defect until I want to throw myself out the window. My hair is definitely my best feature and saving grace. Is thick, long and blonde. And very soft, shiny and healthy since I spend a fortune taking care of it. I love my hair very much… but other than that, I’m whatever. No, I was whatever when I was younger. Now I’m below whatever. I have the most basic of features. Average nose, average brown eyes, average lips. And my body is nothing to write home about either. I’m naturally thin, but that does not mean I have a good body. I have a soft belly, jiggly arms and my boobs are not as perky as they used to be. I think I've definitely let myself go.
{ Sky } Every day I wake up, I feel blessed. I never get out of bed without expressing my gratitude to the highest power, the Moon Goddess, for giving me such a blessed life. I might not have a fated mate like my sister Hope, but I have a man who makes me feel like having a mate is more than just about fate. "Fuck! I'm running late," said man growls next to me and he untangles himself from my body to get up. I sneak a peak of his naked ass as he stumbles into our walk-in closet, "Today is opening day at the new training center." "Oh, right. Good luck with that," I say, allowing myself to stretch in our bed. "I didn't even remember it was today. Nico texted me about this last night, at midnight," he complains from the closet, then I hear a big thump like something huge just fell, "Ah, shit! I fell." I laugh for two straight minutes, just imagining his big body hitting the ground. Farrow Aleksei is easily the hottest, coolest guy to ever live, but he's goofy too. Sometimes. On
Before I can keep reminiscing, a tornado comes to disrupt my peace. "Dad forgot me!" my daughter shouts all of a sudden, bursting into my room with a lunchbox on her hand. She's breathing hard, "I literally ran after his damn car, but he never even looked my way." "He was running late," I explain with a chuckle, keeping my covers up to my chin so she doesn't realize I'm naked, "I'll drive you. Wait in the car." Bobbie grumbles, still pissed, but she leaves. I stretch again and I go put on some clothes before driving my daughter to the same school we went to."I won't let this go," Bobbie threatens, just as vindictive and resentful as her father, "This is the second time he forgets to take me somewhere. But if he ever forgets to pick me up again, then he's really dead." "I won't let that incident happen again, I promise you," I say, shaking my head and remembering last year, when he forgot to pick her up from school so she sat outside waiting for two hours before I realized his mi