EroticReverie

Archer

Why the fuck is she even here? I mean, why is she STILL here, in our fucking house, at night, sleeping here. She should be back wherever the fuck she's been hiding for four god damn years. She thinks she can just come back here? Bring a fucking three year old, yell surprise, and everything just gonna be fucking forgiven? Maybe Emmett forgives her. Maybe Drew does too. But I'll never fucking forgive her. Not for the way she hurt me. Not for the way she hurt Drew and Emmett. If they couldnt fucking holde a grudge for themselves, then Id fucking do it. Because tore us apart. LEaving us with fucking handwritten letters. 

I sit up in my bed, wanting to fucking throw her the fuck out. But I wouldnt do that in the middle of the night when she's got a fucking kid with her. Our kid. One of ours. I didnt truly believe it could be some random mans. Or maybe I did. Maybe I hated her so much that I'd talked myself into believing the absolute worst of her. 

My head jerks to the side as my door opens. 

"Get the fuck out." I snap at her. Keeping my voice low. 

She leaves my door open and just stands in the doorway and crosses her arms like she used to in every arguement. Her hip jutting out. She's still in her jeans, and her t shirt. Im in my boxers, the covers over my lap.

"Will you please let me just-"

"Get the fuck out of my bedroom. And in the morning, you can get the fuck out of this house. There's no fixing what YOU fucking broke baby. Now get the hell out of my room, Im sick of looking at you." I say, glaring at her. Her brows pinch a little with hurt. Good. fucking good. 

But she doesnt leave, infact, she steps in and and shuts my door behind her. 

"Valencia, get ...the...fuck....out." I growl. 

"not until you let me explain" she says and walks over to my bed and I tense. Because she stops and she's looking at the picture frame on my nightstand. 

I grit my teeth, exhaling a rough breath, nostrils flaring. Id grab it and hide it, but what the fuck ever, she's already seen it. Already seen that I've thought of her everyday, every fucking night, thinking of how much I fucking hate her. 

"Archer" she says softly. I can hear it in her voice, she's about to cry. Fuck her tears. I dont want them, and I dont fucking care about them either. She can cry all she fucking wants. 

"Doesnt mean shit." I say of the frame. 

"the girl in those pictures isnt the same one in front of me." I say and refuse to fucking look at her. 

"yes i am" she croaks. 

"No you're fucking not. Cause SHE wouldnt have ever fucking left me." I say of the girl in the photos, the girl I was fucking madly in love with, and would have done absolutely fucking anything for. Including fathering a fucking child with her, whether it was biologically mine or not. I turn my head away as that thought hits me hard in my fucking chest, smack dab in the middle, a piunch to the heart , over, and fucking over. 

"Archer" she says my name again and steps closer to the bed.

"dont" I choke the word out as I keep my head turned, because tears are burning my eyes. Angry tears. Sad ones. Ones I dont know what to do with as I feel her weight move onto the bed and then feel her slide beside me, sliding one hand behind my back as Im sitting up against the head board, and her other arm, wrapping around my middle, hugging me, as she puts her head on my shoulder, then scoots herself a little till her head finds the spot she loves most, her cheek on my shouder, her face in my neck. Her mouth so close to my skin. 

"Im so sorry" she cries. 

"you dont have to forgive me..." her voice cracks and i feel her tears soak my shoulder. 

"i dont even want to you...i deserve for you to be mad at me...i deserve for you to hate me....but i AM sorry, and i know it's not worth much, but it's true...im so fucking sorry" she cries and then, she's moving , straddling me. But it's my fucking hands moving her, pulling her onto my lap, holding her like I used to when she would cry. 

She cries harder when I place my hand on the back of her head and hold her face in my neck and my other arm wraps around her back, to hold her tighter.  It's so fucking natural. My body doing the thing it did so many times, comforting her, holding her, loving her. Even if I want to hate her right. I've done this so many times, that it's like I dont have a choice, my hands and arms are trained to fucking hold her when she's sad. 

"im so sorry" she sobs as quietly as she can, tears raining on my chest , as one of my own slips down my cheek , my hand gently massaging her head, the other rubbing her back. 

"I n-never stopped...l-loving you...any of y-you" she cries. 

"I know you hate me" she cries. "but i love you" 

I close my eyes and my fingers slip into her hair, lower, clenching it and inhale, breathing her in. 

We sit there for several minutes. I dont say a word. And she cries a little a more, till she calms herself down. 

Part of me wants to forget, to forgive, to take her clothes off and fucking make love to her and pretend nothing has fucking changed. Part of me wants to fucking yell at her to get out of my fucking bed, out of my room and out of my fucking life, because i dont think i can survive having my heartbroken by her a second time.  

"what's her name?" I ask her and she sniffs. I left before I could even learn a thing, i didnt want to listen , didnt want to talk to Valencia. 

"Veda" she says and then her head lifts and my heart struggles in my chest. Her eyes seem to rip it apart, and put it back together all at the same time. Her wet lashes hit her cheeks. 

"Veda." I repeat and she nods and lifts her lashes and looks at me. 

"Valencia. Emmett. Drew. Archer." I say and there the smallest little tick of her lips, her eyes lighting up slightly even as they shine with tears. She nods. 

"You named her after all of us." I say, barely able to get the fucking words out. 

she nods.  the first letter of each of our names.  was her daughters name....our....our daughters name. 

"I'm so fucking mad at you." I tell her, shaking my head, my eyes still watering. 

"I know. you should be...i'm mad at me....and im mad that Emmett and Drew arent as mad as you are...or maybe they are....i dont know....im mad that i was so scared and i ruined it all....i didnt want any of you to think i was trapping you....or that i did it on purpose....so i just...i ran...because i was scared....of what you might think, what you all might choose"

"The fact you think we'd ever choose anything other than you, is fucking bullshit Valencia. And you know it." I say, gritting my teeth. 

Her brows pinch. " I fucking know that okay?" she says. "I know that!" she cries. 

"I was nineteen! I was fucking pregnant, and scared, and nobody wanted to have kids, and i didnt want to ruin your lives by forcing you to take care of a kid with me" she cries. 

"well your little plan failed." I say and she looks at me, tears streaming, lips trembling.

"You fucking ruined our lives when you left. they wont tell you, but I will. You fucking destroyed us. Mentally. Emotionally. Drew was drunk everynight for six fucking months. Emmett wouldnt leave his fucking bed, he lost his job because of you leaving us. It was a god damn year before any of us felt like leaving this fucking house." 

The tears are ripping down her cheeks. 

"Now, I know you must have been scared....but you know what? Fuck you baby. Because I wouldve chose you. I wouldve chose a baby with you. I wouldve chosen to raise Veda with you and them. And they would have too. So I cant fucking forgive you for that. You stole everything from us. You stole our hearts, and we lost our fucking minds without you. And you stole our daughter from us, you robbed us of three fucking years of watching her grow up. You ruined our lives by not giving us the fucking choice." I say, unsure of how i manage not to fall apart as I talk. 

"We still fucking barely manage to fucking breathe with out you" I growl as I grab her face and she sniffles. 

"then you fucking...show up here....you fucking come back here" I say and then grip her face and she chokes on a little sob as I pull her forehead to mine, shaking my head against hers. 

"why the fuck did you come back here Val? why?" I growl, tears slipping.

"because i had to" she cries. 

"because i might not deserve any of you anymore...but she does...Veda does." she cries and I slip my hand back into her hair. I bring my cheek to hers, my mouth near her ear.

"you're right...you dont fucking deserve me...or Emmett....or Drew...." I growl and she cries. 

"i know" she cries. 

"fuck you baby" I growl and then nudge my nose over her ear, and cant fucking stop myself, again, its like my body is programmed to fucking take of her, even after years of fucking telling myself id never forgive her. And maybe i dont forgive her. But I need her. 

"I missed you so fucking much" I growl at her and she whimpers, crying as I press my lips below her ear. 

"Archer" she whimpers.

"shut up" I groan. "god, just shut up and let me fucking hate you" 

I bite her neck and she yelps and her nails dig into my shoulders. I lick the spot and then suck and then my hand slides down to her ass.

"you fuckin miss me?" I growl at her, she's sniffling, and panting. I know im confusing the fuck out of her, because im confusing the fuck out of myself too. 

"Always" she cries with a little gasp as I bite her neck again. 

"I want you" I growl at her. 

"I want you tonight, i want to fuck you and show you how much i fucking cant stand you" I groan and she whimpers , then gasps and I shift and then move, and yank her down, laying her on her back. 

"archer" she pants. My hands already undoing her jeans. Her hands pulling up her shirt, and I groan at the light pink bra she wears. Her bare stomach, her hips as I yank down her jeans right along with her panties. 

"i fuckin hate you baby" I growl and she nods, lips trembling. 

I toss her pants, she's undoing her bra as I push down my boxers and shove them down my legs and then get over her as she pulls her bra off and I look down at her. I groan. I look down at the faint stretch marks on her breasts, then down, at the ones on her stomach and her hips. they're barely there, but I see them. Her skin was young when she had Veda, her skin is still young, but it didnt bounce back entirely, and i hover, one hand to the bad, the other on her hip, my thumb stroking along the strech marks. 

"Fuck you for not letting me see you pregnant with our baby inside of you" I growl at her, pushing my thumb harder against the lines. 

"fuck you for not letting me be there to hold your fucking hand while you gave birth, just, fuck you, so many times. " I growl and she whimpers. I use my knees to push her legs apart, and I reach my hand to my cock and stroke it as I look her in the eyes.

"you on the pill now?" I ask. She shakes her head. 

"good. Cause if Veda isnt mine. The next one, will be. "