• DIVORCÈE •

Part 2

Life fills his eyes as he grins up at me. "Just a glass." He replies, and as I walk away I can fill his eyes on me.

I'm back with a glass, his whiskey filled only a tiny part of the cup. He thanks me for the drink, and pushes the glass far away from our little girl. I place a hand on my hip, "She responds well to you,"

"What do you mean?"

"She's never really this calm."

"No?"

I shake my head. "She's happy."

"You're saying she isn't happy with you?" He looks up at me, smirk as big and bold as ever.

You slap the back of his head, "Of course she's happy with me. I'm just saying it's nice you're here."

"Well I'm glad you let me stay."

"No fighting today?"

He smiles, feeding her the last bit. "No, I'm afraid not."

"Good." I bounce my foot up and down. "What happened to your arm?"

"Fell down some stairs," He lies effortlessly.

This makes me laugh, "Must have been a lot of stairs, then."

"It was." He chuckles before kissing Evangeline's forehead. "Good girl, Eva! You're all done!"

"All done!" She puts her hands out, craning her neck up to look at me. "Mama! All done!"

"Good girl!" I lean down and press a kiss to the top of her head and pull away. She giggles, erupting in a sea of laughter as she looks at her dad, and then back at me.

"What happened to that shower?"

"Do you think you can put her bed?"

He nods. "Does she need her nappy changed?"

"I'm sure soon enough." I smile, "Let her walk around, do her thing. She doesn't go to bed without milk."

He stands, taking Eva with him. His eyes move to my breasts.

"Not my milk!" I shake my head, "I stopped producing milk when she got her teeth." I smile, watching as he puts her down gently.

She whines for her dada, wanting him to pick her back up. Thomas follows me to the kitchen, as Eva follows us. I pull out the bottle, a makeshift one I made from a cup and hand it to him. "You'll need to heat it up over the stove. Make sure you taste it before you give it to her. Otherwise she might burn her mouth.",

He nods. "Alright. Go on and shower, then. I think I'll be alright." He spins around, looking for his daughter. "Right, Eva?!"

"Right!" She squeals before he chases after her in these very tiny steps.

"Ok." I sigh, not wanting to leave her. It's just a bloody shower. I tell myself, hurrying off to the bathroom.

Once I'm done, the sight of Thomas laying down on my bed brings a chill to my spine and a thought I need to get rid of immediately. He looks absolutely divine as I creak open the door and see his eyes squint open. He struggles to sit up, as Evangeline stirs right beside him.

I wonder why he didn't put her in the bassinet. And I wonder if he changed her nappy.

Thomas lays down, defeated as he sends me a look of annoyance.

"If I get up," He whispers. "Will she wake up?"

Evangeline lays on her back, drunk from all the milk she finished. I can see dribble pooling from the side of her mouth. I note Thomas's socks on my floor and pick them up. I put them on the foot of the bed.