Whatever Yeah-Yeah

Chapter 39

Warning! Some language in this chapter.

*Alan's POV*

God I was so fucking stupid! Why the hell would I do something like that?! Fuck my life!

I couldn't sleep. Not without Ariel. Not without her body next to me.

I couldn't take it.

I walked out back to where she was, but I couldn't find her.

She couldn't have gone to the bathroom, since it's in the bedroom, so where was she?

I walked to the couch, and saw a note on the table.

After I read it, I fell to the ground.

"Fuck. Ariel, where did you go? Please..you can't leave me...not again.."

*Ariel's POV*

"Ariel, you're back so soon! Where's Yeah-Yeah?" Benny asked.

"I really don't want to talk about it."

"R, are you guys okay?" Tember asked.

"We're fine. I'm just picking up the twins."

"But-"

"Stop. I don't have time. Where are my children?"

"Ham has them today."

I ran to Ham's house and walked in.

"Hey doll face." Ham smiled.

"No time for your shit Ham. My kids. Now."

He pointed behind the couch, and they were playing with some toys.

"Hi babies."

"Mommy!" They yelled.

We hugged, and Belle asked, "Where's Daddy?"

"Daddy isn't gonna be with us for a little bit. He's okay, don't worry. But we're gonna go on a trip, so let's grab your stuff."

"We can't forget our teddy's Peter." Belle said, in her little voice.

After we got everything together, I thanked everyone, and we got on a bus to my father's house.

*at her dad's house*

"Ariel, shouldn't you be on your honeymoon?"

"Long story dad. Let me put the kids down for a nap and I'll explain."

"Granpa!"

"It's Grandpa dummy." Belle corrected.

"Belle be nice."

"Sorry Mommy."

"Hey you two. We'll hang out once you wake up."

"I don't want to go to sleep." Belle pouted.

"You'll be up before you know it sweetie. C'mon. Peter loves his naps."

We walked to the second bedroom and I laid the twins on the bed.

"I'll wake you up in a little bit. Sleep tight my darlings."

I quietly closed the door and walked back to the living room.

"So what all happened?"

*a little bit later*

"How do you deal with it? I hope you're not thinking about kicking out of not only your life, but your children's lives."

"I just need a car for right now. I got a letter from one of my friends growing up for the wedding and she said to stop by."

"Stop by doesn't mean crash at her house for a few months."

"Please dad."

He sighed.

"I was gonna sell the van, but it's yours. Alan and you need one anyway."

"You're the best."

"Mommy?" A croaky voice asked.

"What is it Peter?"

"I had a scary dream." He sniffled.

"Come here buddy. What happened?"

"Daddy was in a really big room with lots of fancy things and he was upset. Then you walked in and starting hitting him, even when he said stop."

"Peter, I would never do that to him. I love him."

"Then where is he?"

I had to think about how to say this to my 4 year old son. (A/N I know I suck at timing and shit oh well)

"You know how I make you and Belle sit in the corner if you're bad?"

"He's in a timeout?"

"Yes."

"What did he do?"

"He accidentally hurt mommy."

"But it was an accident."

"Sometimes, even when it's an accident, you have to be in trouble."

"So why isn't Daddy in the corner here?"

"Because I want to spend some time with you and your sister silly."

"I love you Mommy."

"I love you too Peter."

* a few days later*

"You can't tell Alan we were here. I can't have him running around after us."

"Ariel, you need to think about this. Think about how much you mean to him."

"Dad, if I meant something to him, he wouldn't have fucked another girl."