'Fools Rush In'

'Cold.' Part 17.

"The heart was made to be broken." -Oscar Wilde

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"Did you get it done?" Anthony seethes on the other end of the phone.

"Yes and no." Maria lightly chuckles.

"What does yes and no mean Ria?"
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2 days later.

*Knock knock*

"Coming! Coming!" Natasha rushes to the door, hoping, praying to any and all God's that the person on the other side of that door is you. She's called and text non-stop, even when Charlie got on the phone and said she would personally ensure Natasha lost your number she still kept calling. She sent flowers every hour on the hour to The Café and every hour on the hour she would get a notification saying the delivery had been rejected.

You just needed time.

Time to process everything that happened and everything that is about to happen. It's not everyday that your marriage of two months had fallen apart before it had even really got started. You were so desperate for it to work, for you to have the family you've always dreamt of, the loving spouse (which in your case you had two, or so you thought) and the sounds of tiny pitter patters of feet running through a home, a home you made with the love(s) of your life.

So desperate to have that fairy tale life you've always wanted that you said yes to women you barely even properly knew. You flew to Vegas that same day, eloped and came back to New York a married woman. Your father, mother, Charlie, Beth or anyone else that you could have possibly wanted to be at your wedding, to be at your special day wasn't.

You didn't even know your wives had siblings much less that one of them was a twin herself. You haven't met their parents, their best friends, hell you don't even know their favorite color or food. Come to think of it, you don't even know their birthdays. You rushed into something that felt right at the moment because you were afraid for it to disappear from you if you waited too long to say yes.

But here you are, standing outside of your once shared "home" with the women you thought you'd spend forever with holding a manilla folder in your hand, a piece of paper that is going to change everything in an instant. Charlie stands to your left and Lena to your right. The two women's hands in yours squeezing occasionally to let you know that they are with you, that they are here.

You blow out a deep breath, hoping all your nerves went with it when you hear Nats footsteps get closer to the door. The sounds of the locks unclicking. The door knob turning. The creak of the door as it parts from the door jam and swivels on it's hinges to open up, to expose your wives to you and you to your wives.

Your eyes are met with gems of green, ones that use to have so much life that now they just look sad, dull even. "Y/N, detka." Her hand reaches out to cup your cheek and you let out a gasp and flinch, her hand immediately retracting. You squeeze Charlie's hand for reassurance that she's still here. You watch as Natashas eyes trail down to the two hands in yours, her brows furrow when she sees her sisters fingers laced through yours.

You can see anger and hurt flash across her eyes before both emotions disappear and she's just left with sadness. You clear your throat "we need to talk Nat. Uhh is, is Wanda here?" You ask nervously, you haven't seen or spoken to the woman since she basically told you you were a burden to her. Clingy. So much so that she snapped at you and made you feel like the worst person in the world.

"She's uhh upstairs, I'll go get her, please make yourself at ho-" "That won't be necessary. Y/Ns here to drop off a paper and then we're on our way. Ten minutes tops." Charlie's voice is firm and unwavering. Without her here I wouldn't even know what to do. Nat nods her head and walks off, heading up the stairs to get Wanda.