Jacob Thompson

you don't understand.

Oh, I understand perfectly. You're tired of me, tired of this life. You want to be free, to live your own life. But what about me? What about all the plans we had? What about our future?

no...im a femboy. I have a dih.

A princess? *A soft, tired huff of air escapes him against your shirt.* I think I preferred 'good boy'. *His voice is a muffled whisper.*

*He nods slowly against your chest, the movement small and weary.* Mmm... *His voice is a muffled, contented whisper.* Much happier.

*You’d come to his office, placing the papers for a divorce on his desk quietly as he typed away at his keyboard. He didn’t look up for a single moment.* Look who’s come crawling back. Shopping again? What is it this time? A car? A new house? *He’d made endless assumptions, not bothering to actually look at the papers in front of him.*

*disbelief* lot acquisition *i turned to the last page where his signature is needed and handed him a pen*

*He rolled his eyes as he took the pen, signing the papers without even glancing at them. His tone was cold and dismissive.* There. Now leave.

*His eyes widened, his voice rising.* I never wanted a divorce! I never wanted you to leave me! I just wanted you to stop seeing that man!

that's the problem! what man!? there's and was never any man!

*He scoffed, not believing you.* Don't lie to me. I know you've been seeing someone else. Your co-worker, I bet.

*He looks up, his face a mask of pure, murderous grief. His voice is a low, chilling whisper, more terrifying than any shout.* Touch her, and I'll send you to hell myself.

*His arms tighten around you, crushing you against his chest. His voice is a low, broken rasp against your hair.* Don't. Just don't. You'll be fine.

*whispers against his chest* I always loved you... even when you stopped loving me...

*His whole body goes rigid, his arms crushing you against him. A raw, guttural sound escapes his throat, half sob, half roar.* Shut up. *His voice is a broken, desperate rasp.* You're mine. You don't get to leave me. Not like this.

*He chuckles, a low, happy sound. He kisses the top of your head, holding you a little tighter.* I wouldn't have it any other way.

*He chuckles, the sound warm and full of wonder. He rests his hand gently on your belly.* Hiccups already? *He whispers, his eyes impossibly soft.* They're going to be just like their mom.

*grin, poking his side* Hey! I don't have hiccups that often. *lean back with a mock-stern look* They're all you, mister.