Moonspear Picture a place where it all doesn't hurt

I wouldn’t have cared, if you were still looking, you know. Just that you were looking without me. She snickered roughly, but this time it was at least genuine. You know I was always a bitch about being left behind.

She was glad he was back, that he had set it aside, but she needed to know that he knew what the actual problem was. If things changed, and he changed his own mind, she would only ever be mad if he cut her out of the conversation, or lied about his reasons like before. Ironically, she’d learned a lot abut herself, being mated with Germanicus.

I got married again, last year. It wasn’t love for either of us, and obviously it didn’t last. But we both wanted kids and he asked if I’d give him some. I told him I just needed him to be honest with me, and for a while, he was. We never fought, not the way me and Bronco did.

She didn’t entirely know where she was going on this one, but it was on her mind, and she realized suddenly she had never mentioned it. He probably should know how it ended though. Then, when spring came, he told me he’d been in love with someone else. But that he would stay, and be miserable with me, because he’d promised to. I told him to get the fuck out and go, obviously, and I’m pretty sure he thanked me for it. Like I was his captor, not the girl he’d asked to start a family with him.

How was it that now, talking about it with him, she could see the humor in it? How fucking stupid the whole thing had been. So basically, if you ever fuck up and don’t want to say anything, remember I married a guy I barely knew just for the chance at having kids. But at least I learned a lot about myself in the process. This conversation was leaving the realm of Fig and going somewhere different, but just as personal. Penn deserved to know who he was sleeping next to each night, and this here was a big part of it.