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you knew it would eventually come to this.
"Satoru where are you?" Gripping the phone you waited for one of his excuses again. This wasn't the first time he missed your sons birthday party. The first time you let it go because his excuse was working late but now this is the third time he's done this.
"Listen, im on my way to the house im passing by to get his cake okay. Just trust me I swear," Panting, you could hear him slamming a door and run towards his car.
"Really Satoru?! I asked you to buy the cake 3 hours ago!!" It was evident you were starting to get mad, pissed to be exact. Not only did you ask him to buy the cake, it was already starting to get late.
Your son was sitting down next to you playing with some of the toys you had bought him for his last birthday. Of course because he was only 4 years old he didn't know what was going on. He expected his daddy to come home and shower him in kisses and hugs telling him happy birthday and how much he loved him.
"Mommy...when is daddy coming? I want to sleep," Rubbing his eyes he laid his head on your lap.
Slowly caressing his hair you smiled at him "Soon baby, he'll be here soon... Why don't you take a nap while we wait?" Smiling at him you waited for his response.
He flickered his beautiful long eyelashes nodding his head as you pulled him closer to you. "See? Even your own son is tired of waiting for you. Get home now." Was the last thing you said before hanging up.
You gently grabbed the blanket that was next to you, placing it on top of your son so he wouldn't get cold. sighing you gently moved his head from your lap onto a pillow.
God who knew how much Satoru would forget about your son. Not only did he suggest on having a child and being there to always support you... What a liar. Your footsteps echoed in the silent apartment. The floor was cold, wind blowing from the windows. Geez, after everything you still loved Satoru.
You grabbed a cigarette from your drawer, walking towards the balcony you lit the cigar. You really didn't like smoking at all but for some reason it set you at ease. Trying to control your anger you just stared at the sky. Watching how the stars shined and how beautiful the moon was.
The way the bird chirped or the way the car sounded when it passed by the apartment. You lived in a luxurious apartment. 3 story with 3 bedrooms and 4 restrooms. Like they usually say money can't buy happiness.
Letting another puff of smoke emit from your mouth you hanged your head low. Slowly blinking you started to cry. Life was certainly not going your way.
Your husband never being home, you child never having a good childhood without hearing his parents fight. You even considered sending him with your parents for a while but Satoru didn't like the idea at all. You truly loved Satoru with all your heart. Being highschool sweethearts until now.
Were we to young? was it because I was pregnant? is that why he decided to marry me.. shaking your head you kept on reassuring yourself that wasn't the case. You were only 18 when you got pregnant. Straight out of highschool you found out you were pregnant. Telling Satoru was the only good memory you had left.
The way his eyes shined when you told him. Him jumping with joy and excitement to have a child. As soon as the word spread he swore to take care of you and your child no matter what. Swearing that he would marry you as soon as he could.
Throwing the small cigar you walked back into the living room, grabbing a pack of gum and chewing it so your son wouldn't smell the intoxicating smell of cigarettes. Your eyes slowly shifted to the picture to your right. A picture of you and Satoru after getting married. Both of you smiling, you could almost remember how happy you were.
Suddenly the door opened, Satoru was holding some flowers and a small cake on the other hand. Smiling he entered. "Im sorry im so late" His eyes shifted to the kitchen seeing the plate of food you left for him and then back to you. "Okay, im going to wake sumire up." You paid no attention to the flowers he got you.
He got sunflowers.. sunflowers the one flower you hated because you would always get a puffy face when you were near them. He didn't even remember your favorite flower. Even though you named your own child the flowers name.
Wiping a tear you gently woke up sumire. "Honey, your dad is here. Cmon go say hi," patting his back you lifted him up. He rubbed his eyes before wrapping his tiny arms around your neck.
"Daddy!!" you placed sumire down before he ran towards Satoru. "I missed you so much daddy!! Mommy was so sad when you weren't here for the party..." Hugging Satoru he told him all about the party.
You grabbed the cake from Satoru placing down in the counter. "Satoru can you get the candles from the cabinet please." He looked at you with sad eyes. You could obviously tell he was sorry but you didn't want to accept his apology.
"Happy birthday to you...Happy birthday dear sumire...Happy birthday to you!" Smiling you kissed his cheek.
He giggled kissing you back on the cheek. "Mommy can I open my gifts now!!" kicking his feet he impatiently moved around.
Looking at satoru you signaled him to get the gifts from your room. "Yes honey you may." you quickly fixed his hair before Satoru came back. You truly adored your son, he was beautiful. His beautiful blue eyes he got from Satoru and your H/C hair.
The way it matched so perfectly made him look ethereal. He didnt even look real, you already imagined you old and him having his own little family. Smiling you gave him one last kiss and waited for Satoru to come back.
Speaking of the devil he was walking towards you right now. "Alright pick which one you want to open first." Two big presents where laid on the counter.
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"Satoru don't lie to me why were you late again?" sumire was sleeping soundly in his room, standing next to your bed you waited for him to answer.
"Listen I don't want to do this right now.." He said avoiding eye contact.
Shaking your head you let out a laugh "You dont want to do this? neither do i, but then how are we going to fix this? how are we supposed to fix us."
Shaking your head, tears started to build up. breathing heavily you looked at him with anger, sadness, and disappointment. "You know how many times I have to pretend im okay. Do you know how many times i have to tell sumire you're working hard for us, that you still love him?"
Satoru got up trying to grab you, you pushed his hand away. "Im sorry." he said looking at how destroyed you were.
Watching how your mascara stained your cheeks, how your lipstick was smudged from the side. "i hate you." yelling at him he grabbed you. Pulling you into him, his grip getting stronger by the second.
"I know you don't mean that Y/N." he wrapped his arms around your waist.
Your eyes flashing with anger, you started hitting his chest. "Let me go Satoru" you kept on trying to get his hands off but he wouldn't let go.
"Im not going to let you go until you calm down Y/N" His eyes met yours, seeing how he had no reaction to this made you fill with rage. what the actual fuck? was he really not even moved by what you said?
"How do you just stand there not doing anything not feeling anything for me? while I cry my ass out begging you to act like a father not for me but for our child.
Hitting his chest repeatedly you assumed he would lose his grip on you. "Just got to sleep Y/N you're tired." He clutched your chin and stared into your eyes.
His hair was messy, and his eyes had no emotion. He was tired, but so were you. You began to cry, hiding your face from your husband who just stared. It sucked being the only one who cared about this marriage. "Im sorry."
He leaned in slowly to kiss your forehead caressing your face while he frowned at you. Satoru truly felt sorry but not for this situation.
"Hey, I'll make it up to you." He leaned into you and kissed you gently. Despite the passionate kiss, you felt nothing towards it.
You usually get butterflies when Satoru kisses you this way. When he kissed, he usually did so in a rough and sensual way. Nowadays, you and Satoru rarely even kiss.
You would always find him randomly approaching you and letting you know he "Missed you" with a small peck on the lips or even a full makeout session behind the gym. You really missed the way his soft lips felt against yours. Every once in a while, he would touch your waist and squeeze it.
"I love you so much."
You just stared back not saying a single word. "Me too." Finally he decided to let go of you, pushing you onto the bed.
"Listen next week my company is going to a business trip. I already booked a room for us." Turning off the lights he cuddled into you.
Leaving you to your thoughts you didn't know what to do. 'was he really going to act like we're okay? like if our family isn't slowly falling apart...?' Closing your eyes you let out a small breath, crying yourself to sleep.