Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Acqua

I shook my head "Of course not." I dove into the water and came back up in front of him, between his arms "I love you the same as I loved you before she spit the truth on our faces."

A deep sigh left his mouth and then he got out of the pool, combing his hair.

"Fuck," I quickly got out of the water and followed him, till we were in the kitchen where he lit up a cigarette and filled a glass with rum, to the top.

"I don't know what to do with this information; I feel guilty because I don't feel sad..." he took a sip of the alcohol. "And I can't sleep because I'm not sad because I should be sad, shouldn't I?" he took a big sip of his rum. "Then this fucking vacation makes no fucking bloody stupid idiotic sense!" he smashed the glass on the counter and I frowned seeing blood dripping down the cabinet doors but he didn't even flinch.

"Apollo," I sighed deeply "sit down, I'll bring the first aid kit."

"No, let me bleed to death."

"Apollo–"

"MY DAUGHTER DIED IN HER MOTHER'S WOMB AND I DON'T FEEL ANYTHING!" He shouted in anger. My husband turned around and his eyes were puffy, his right hand covered in blood "leave me alone," he growled.

"No," I said, looking into his eyes even though all I wanted to do was go get Napoleon and get away from this Apollo, but I also must protect Apollo from everything including himself. "Let me stitch you up and then you can break the windows if you want but I'm not leaving because I promised to you, twice, to stick through good and bad."

His face expression softened a little and he took a seat at the dining table as he looked down at his hand. From the entrance door I slipped on my sandals and looked in the upper cabinets of the kitchen for the first aid kit until I found it, then I washed Apollo's hand in the sink, pulled out two or three pieces of small glass from his palm and finally sat on the table with his hand on my lap as I stitched him up. Don't worry, I used lidocaine to numb the area. He's tough but not that tough.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

I shook my head "It's okay," it isn't but he doesn't need one more thing to add to his list of sorrows.

As you can see we are deeply damaged people.

"It isn't," he sniffled "I had never raised my voice like that at you and it won't happen again."

"I know," I said softly.

"Say you forgive me," he looked at me and tears were pouring out of his eyes. "I don't think I will ever be able to rest again if you don't say you forgive me."

"I forgive you, Apollon," I gently pecked his forehead and finished up with the stitches. Once his hand was covered with the bandage, I cleaned up the mess as he watched me. "Let's go to bed," I said when I was finally done.

"I want to take a shower, could you help me?" he whispered.

"Of course I can."

When we got back to the bedroom, Napoleon was no longer on the bed but in his travel cot where he has his blanket and shark plush. The shower was quick and Apollo kept his right arm up all the time so the bandage was dry.

I was spreading the body lotion all over my legs in the bathroom when I heard Apollo talking, so I peeked from the door to find him standing over our baby's sleeping place "I promise to be a better husband to mommy and a better father to you so mommy wants to have more babies for us..."

I turned off the light to somehow give him time to step away from the cot and let him think nobody heard him "Ready for bed," I cleared my throat and lay down before him.

"I love you Arabella," he wrapped his arms around my waist as his forehead rested against my stomach "I need you to breathe..." his voice broke and the sobbing followed.

He was trying to cover thirty-one holes with only ten fingers "I love you Apollo," I said as I combed his hair "cry as much as you need, I will be here."

I owe you guys an extra chapter for taking so long to update so TADAAAAAA!