Ten Thousand Club
JaydenThe minute I saw tears streaming down Amelia's face, my mind went into overdrive, making me crumble on the inside over how I upset her the way that I did. I had one weakness in life and it was Amelia Carson. After losing my uncle, my best friend and rock, meeting Amelia fixed a part in me I never thought would be. She healed me and if I ever lost her or the family I built with her, I would be absolutely nothing. If I don't get my shit together I will lose them.
It wasn't a surprise that Amelia didn't want me to touch her or be near her. I angered her severely and I knew right now Isabel was probably the only person she wanted. I couldn't blame her for that. I was being a total ass but I still believed every word I said. I wasn't going to let go of what Isabel did today that easy. She did need to learn to not thread like if she's above the law, how to not act so cocky given the situation. She needed to learn to be respectful because Amelia was right, respect is earned and there was no way in hell she'd get any respect acting the way she did with my officer today. At this point however, I was over the argument. I didn't want Amelia to keep crying and I didn't want to keep causing her so much stress. God, you're fucking up big time.
With that, I walked into our room and changed into some joggers and a t-shirt before I grabbed my phone charger and headed out the house after planting a soft kiss on my daughter's forehead. I so desperately missed spending time with my girls and I needed to fix this. But I also wish Amelia wasn't being so fucking stubborn. I feel like I never get heard out sometimes. She's always so fucking quick to defend Isabel.
Pushing aside the thoughts, I looked over at my wife one last time before I headed out of the house and went to my car, getting inside where I texted Dawson.
"Shit blew up on my end. How is it with you? Can I head over?"
When he said yes I knew that meant Isabel was coming over to be with Amelia. This night couldn't have been any more of a disaster.
You fucking asshole. You really just used our son as leverage over me like that? I never want to see you again. I felt my eyes begin to burn then. Fuck fuck fuck, don't cry pendeja. He isn't winning this. Suck it up, say your peace then leave. Fuck. Him.
"You don't get to do that. You don't get to just wave our son over my head like that," I said sternly, sighing before I pulled my hand away and rubbed my wrists as the pain in them began to spread like wild fire. "Hate me all you want, Dawson Covington but this is my career. This is what I was called to do and you knew that. Just like I know you being in the air every damn weekend away from Mateo and I with the potential of being deployed is what you're called to do. If you can't handle my shit, then don't. If it's too much, don't be afraid to leave." I played with my engagement ring then, wanting to take it off but knowing I wasn't strong enough too, even if I didn't really mean it. "Mateo has his swimming lesson in the morning at ten. He can't miss it."
With that last statement, I went to my room and rapidly packed a bag with clothes for work tomorrow as I fought back the tears. Not now. Not here. After everything I needed was packed, I walked out of the house without looking back at Dawson and went straight for my Fiat, getting in so that I could drive to Amelia's.
"Men are fucking stupid. I'm on my way."