Author: Mikey337 PM
Mason leaves Alex for reasons she doesn't know. She's heartbroken, and can't seem to move on. When she finally starts to explore her new life without Mason, she uncovers something that could potentially lead her to why Mason left her. This forces her to make the tough decision of where her heart really lies. T for some kissing scenes.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Alex R. & Mason - Chapters: 6 - Words: 5,232 - Reviews: 30 - Favs: 14 - Follows: 27 - Updated: 05-14-13 - Published: 12-22-12 - id: 8822974
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A/N: OKAY, IT'S OFFICIAL I AM TERRIBLE AT UPDATING. I have been super busy, and just, I guess I just didn't feel like writing for a little while. I hope you'll forgive me :)
Six o'clock comes too fast. I close up the store, and say goodbye to Mallory, the other woman who owns the store along with me.
I walk to the back, and continue my current painting. Glancing around my section, I take in all the finished ones I've painted in the months since Mason left. It was rather therapeutic.
I hear a knock on the front doors. I glance at the clock, and see it's already 6:25. "Shoot." I mutter, taking off my apron and quickly washing my hands, making sure there isn't any paint on me.
Half an hour later, I find myself seated at a table in a restaurant. Across from me sits Peter.
"So, do you want to talk about it?"
I know what he's asking about. But I try to evade the question. "Talk about what?"
"Why your husband-well, left."
I expected him to ask. But I didn't expect him to be this direct about it. "Honestly? I don't know. We never fought, he was always home every night, always there when I woke up."
That's part of the truth. There is another reason why he may have left me.
"Something tells me you're not telling me the complete truth."
I sigh. "Okay, maybe I'm not. It's just; I don't like to talk about it."
He smiles. "Okay, fair enough. Just know that I'll be here if you need someone to listen."
I debate inside my head. It would be nice to get it off my chest; however, I don't know Peter. Maybe, though, he'll be unbiased since I don't know him.
"I-" my voice cracks, so I clear my throat. "I guess it'd be good to talk about it."
He leans forwards. "Yes?"
I take a deep, shaky breath, "Well, Mason and I had been married for about a year. Since the first day he'd always said he wanted-" my throat starts clogging and my eyes start to tear up, "he always wanted a baby. I wanted to wait a little, because I just wasn't ready to be a mom. Then, after the first year, I got pregnant. And then, I miscarried."
Peter looks at my sympathetically; he can tell what I tough time I'm having telling this story. "I'm so sorry. That must have been awful."
"I just can't help but feel that's the reason he left. Because I couldn't give that one thing he'd always wanted."
"Alex, even though I don't know Mason, I can tell just by the things you've said that he loves you more than you probably could even imagine. He probably had a really good reason for leaving you, that had nothing to do with who you are or him not loving you."
We eat while small talking. We don't stay long, and afterwards he drops me back off at the art studio. He walks me to my car.
"Thanks," I say. "I had a good time tonight. I needed it."
"Well, I'm glad you had fun."
Before I even know it's happening, I feel his lips on mine. Maybe it's the moment, maybe it's because I've missed Mason so much, but I kiss him back.
For a moment, I try to imagine that I'm kissing Mason. But I can't. Peter's hand is in the middle of my back, while Mason always placed his lower, and his lips where more chapped than Peter's are.
I step back after about five seconds. "I'm sorry-"
"No, I'm sorry," Peter says. "I should have known you weren't over him yet. It takes time. I shouldn't have kissed you; I was just caught up in the moment."
I unlock my car while he's talking, and open the door. "I-I'll call you."
I don't wait for him to answer; I just close the door, start the car, and drive away.