Screw Me Over ✔️

EC: Part Two

As I stated before....mature audiences only. Peace out and beware!

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Jana:

Damn it. I haven't even been home for an hour and I'm already getting nagged at again. It beats her throwing her fists in my face, but fuck. She promised that she would improve on that but here she is doing it again. Jess promised that she wouldn't be so uptight and change her attitude but here we are again.

My day was already terrible. Coming home to Jess cursing me out in Spanish and the kids acting like they have no sense made things worse. I couldn't take it.

Before I left this morning, we had breakfast and everything was fine for the most part. Jess said she was fine with me going to perform with the band but her face told me otherwise. Her vibe was off and it seemed like she wasn't okay with it. I thought about that all day.

Traveling with a band puts pressure on people and it takes you away from your family. While with the band, Kathryn talking my ear off about her being newly single after her ex-girlfriend screwed her over. I was listening because that's all I could do, but once she started making advances, I had to back off and see what the hell Rob was doing. The whole trip had me tired.

Any advances that a woman has made on me, I've dodged. The ring on my finger reminds me of what I got at home, but even without that ring on my finger, Jess pops up in my mind every time. I don't know what it is but Jess has my everything. My heart, my soul, my social security number, my last name, and my nipples when she's high as hell.

Anyway, Kathryn's the lead singer of the band and is a big flirt that can't keep her hands to herself. We have history but it's nothing serious. We played around with each other but that was it and this was before Jess. She was just being annoying the entire trip and I missed being at home more than I thought I would.

Sitting by the fireplace on the floor while Jess held Demi in her lap and I held Eli in mine, cooking with Jess and she throw a meatball at my head then it becomes a huge ass food fight, sleeping in the same bed as her with my arms wrapped around my beautiful fireball, and more. That first year of us being married with the kids was amazing. When I started playing with the rock band, we grew distant because I was gone all the time.

Just wanted one peaceful night with the kids and Jess. After a long weekend with the band, I thought that coming back home would be just the thing I needed. Am I asking for too much?

Not going to lie, the kids take up so much of our time and we never have any time alone. Not to mention, I'm traveling for work more as a lead guitarist and Jess picked up more hours at her job as a manager. We don't get to see each other anymore.

Fuck, I need a drink and something to eat.

Getting up from my lounging chair, my feet led me into the kitchen to get something to snack on. A drink wouldn't make my mood any better and I was craving a home-cooked meal by my baby. I'd be lucky if I even got a sandwich now.

As my eyes searched the pantry, my mind thought about the time Jess and I went shopping for furniture and we got my lounging chair in the living room. She calls it my Papa chair and has the kids calling it that too. It made me smile a little and makes the chair feel more comfortable.

My eyes landed on a box of cheese nips and I figured that's what I'd have to feed on until tomorrow or something. Grabbing the box from the pantry, I shut the door to it and turned to find a concentrated Jess looking out the kitchen window that sat above the sink. She stood over the sink in her long shirt and pajama shorts that showed parts of her round ass. Today must have been her day off.