Note: I didn't write this, credits to the writer
Summary: People say that time heals all wounds. In your case, time made it worst. You've been married to Chris for five years, but his absence spoke louder than his words. After 5 years of trying, you've decided that you've had enough, and you left him. But Chris doesn't want to let you go; he doesn't want to give up on your marriage.
Would he be able to fix what you consider irretrievably broken?
Warning: Angst
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"Children are not born for the benefit of their parents"
― Anthon St. Maarten
"Stop being nervous."
"I'm not nervous," you replied.
You were nervous. Chris briefly looked away from the road to observe you. It didn't take a genius to come to the conclusion that you were nervous, and yet you kept denying it.
You couldn't say it out loud, or you'll be completely ruined. Two things in life made you more nervous than you usually were. The first was silence. You hated silence. You always felt obligated to fill the awkward silence by saying silly things that ended up making the situation weirder.
The second thing, the one that could make your anxiety level jump from zero to a hundred, was your mother. Even thinking about her made you cringe. You were looking by the window, the familiar streets to your mother's house making you more anxious as you got closer to home.
When Chris finally stopped the car, you hold your bag harder than before, apprehending what was coming next. He noticed that and gently rest his hand on yours.
"It's going to be okay."
You chuckled. It was hard for you to be as optimistic as Chris. Especially when the last time you saw your mother, she called you an ungrateful bitch. Of course, Chris didn't know that. Nobody knew that your mother said that on your wedding day, just because you refused one silly request.
Plus, your mother adored Chris. The first time Chris met your mother, you almost didn't recognize her. She was all smile and sweet. Your mother was many things, but she didn't smile, and she certainly wasn't sweet.
"Remember, we're working things out. She doesn't need to worry. We're fine," You told Chris.
Chris nodded, amusement in his eyes. You had been repeating the same thing all afternoon. There was no way you were going to pour your heart out to your mother. She wasn't the kind to open her arms and comfort. With your mother, there was no room for weakness. You knew why she wanted to see you. It wasn't about making sure you were okay. Your mother needed to hear you say that you had things under control.
When your mother opened the door, all your confidence disappeared. She quickly looked at you before giving all her attention to your husband.
"Chris, it's so good to see you," Your mother said, taking your husband in her arms.
You just had to look at her to know how you'd look like in twenty years. People never failed to acknowledge the resemblance between the two of you, and they were right. The disturbing resemblance with your mother was sometimes the only reason why you were sure you weren't adopted. Apart from that, you had nothing in common, and it seemed to disappoint your mother more than anything else.
"Y/N. Are you going to stay there all night long?" your mother asked.
You blinked. Your mother and Chris were now inside the house. You didn't even realize that you were still outside the house, petrified.
