Carry On

Quick note from me - did any of you actually read the chapter before the car journey? Because shit went down and none of you commented about it. So if not, it's called 'mistake' and it's like, OMG WHAT?! Just saying lol. Read that before this.--




Brians POV

Whilst I lugged the cases and bags into our hotel. Ren carried Gracie through to the room opposite ours. She'd finally fell asleep after singing Let It Go six times, after that me and Renee just enjoyed the perfect silence and calmness.

I fell onto the bed and held my arms out Ren as she yawned over to me. "Get that ass here now!"

"It's so nice to be away from everything, huh?"

"Yeah, that's why I brought you here" I smiled giving her head a light kiss. "I also brought you here, because these walls are a hell of a lot more sound proof than ours..."

"Oh," she grinned.

I gave her a slow, deep kiss. My tongue slid into hers as her hands roamed up and down my tattooed arms. Her lips moved from mine, as they started on my jaw line, and down to my shoulders.

"Is that.. is that a hickey?!?" She yelled loud enough to wake the whole resort.

"What?! No!!"

"Brian that is a fucking hickey"

"You, gave me that!!"

"We haven't had sex in two weeks. I did not give you that hickey"

"Wait, that?" I nervously looked down. "That isn't a hickey, it's a bruise..clearly"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She left the bed and sat against a wall, slowly dropping her self down it. "I am not stupid"

"Yeah well neither am I Renee. God, you think I like it when you're with Zack more than you're fucking husband?! Huh?! And when he comes out of the house fucking topless that isn't exactly what I wanna see!!"

"Woah, back the fuck up. This isn't about me, neither Zack. This is about you getting some fucking love bite from another woman?! You know what, the amount of times I've let you off with girls it's just fucking unbelievable" Ren stood up and shouted in my face, not even crying - she was that pissed.

"It is not a hickey. For fuck sake, can you be any more stupid?!" I sniggered. "Why would I? Really?! I have a perfect daughter and a beautiful wife--"

"That hasn't fulfilled you're needs lately as she's had too much to worry about. A.K.A - a husband who doesn't fucking talk to her, a husband who sleeps on the sofa - and a husband who can't stand to be in the same house at the same time as her. Fuck sake Brian"

"Oh, you know what?!? I think you've forgotten where we are?! This is what I've been doing! You know that!"

"You've also been sleeping around.."

"I haven't been sleeping around!!!" I moaned. "Jesus fucking christ"

"How could you?" Her anger finally turned to a sadness, and the crying started. "To me, to Gracie. Brian, really?"

"For fuck sa-"

"Daddy?" Grace peaked her head out of the door, her too was crying. "Mommy why are you upset? Did daddy hurt you?"

"Let's go to bed sweetie" Ren wiped her cheeks and scooped Gracie from the floor.

"I'll take her," I sighed.

"No," she snapped. "I am going to bed with my daughter, she'll see you in the morning"

"You're sleeping here with me"

"Honey, go and choose a book from your case and we'll read for a bit alright?" Ren placed Gracie down and she scuttled off into the room. Renee shut the door slightly, and walked over to me. "I am not sleeping anywhere with you"

Once she'd left, I fell to the bed mood less. I couldn't cry, be happy, be angry, or annoyed. It was a mistake. No matter how many times I used that phrase, it was and always will be.

"You swore no one would find out" I angrily texted. "Renee has. I hope you're happy"

As soon as it was sent I received a call from her.

"How?!" She yelled.

"You! You're a whore, seriously. Think you can just kiss me when I'm drunk? Give me a fucking hickey!? You know when I'm drunk you can't control me" I said quietly with anger.

"I was drunk too you know?"

"Still, you should have thought about you're fucking daughter still"

Notes

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