#89 - Flood
NO WAY. I'm updating again!
Returning back to the James & Molly side of things, this is what was running through my mind the other night at work when Molly flew off the handle...apparently. PG for swearing.
I came home one evening to find Molly sitting on the edge of the couch, head in her hands, shoulders heaving with the force of her silent sobs. Immediately, my briefcase dropped to the floor and I walked over to her. “Mol, what’s the matter?” I asked softly, reaching out and brushing one of her brown curls behind her ear.
“You’re unbelievable,” she breathed so quietly that I wasn’t sure if I had actually heard her say it.
“…Did I do something wrong?” I asked, confused, dropping my hand from the side of her head as she looked over at me with a wet face and red-rimmed eyes.
“I’ve just been thinking,” Molly told me, sniffing and attempting to regain control of her emotions.
“Thinking about what?” I blinked, uncertain as to where this conversation was heading.
“Us. Our past.” She paused. “And how you ruined my life.”
I couldn’t stop the laugh that slipped past my lips. “Molly, what are you talking about?” Honestly-she wasn’t making sense to me, but laughing had been the bigger mistake; my wife was glowering at me, angry.
“It’s not funny, James,” she growled. “You ruined my life.”
“No I didn’t,” I said, though in retrospect, I should have been thinking about her entire life and not just the past months of bliss and harmony. Molly stood up angrily, glowering down at me, but I stood up moments later, my gaze soft.
“Yes you did! It started when you proposed to me the first time on my birthday and confused the hell out of me! I left everything in Minnesota-my college education uncompleted, my family abandoned-I uprooted my whole damn life for you!” Molly ranted, her tone harsh, her voice rising in pitch and volume. “I fucking moved to another country for you! And then in a matter of months, you’re calling everything off. The love of my life, my knight in shining armor, my soul mate, shattered my heart into pieces and I was forced to move as far away as possible so I wouldn’t be reminded of you in everything that I saw!”
“But-” I tried to butt in, wanting to point out that she had moved near my sister. Wouldn’t that have been reminder enough?
“Shut up!” she screeched, her emotions pouring out in a flood of rushed, angry words. “I don’t care what you want to say. God, James, I couldn’t celebrate my own fucking birthday because all I could think about was when you proposed to me. What kind of life is that? I couldn’t be happy because you destroyed everything positive in my life by calling off our engagement.
“Then you just happen to have a change of heart and literally fall out of the sky and tell me you have super powers. You fall out of the damn sky and propose to me! And what did I do? I said yes. Why would I even think about saying yes after everything you’d done to me and the shitty explanation I got in return?” She let out a mirthless laugh, startling me. I had never seen Molly so uncontrolled. “And somehow I went along with everything. We’ve been married for how long now? God…” She put a hand to her forehead. “I’m a fucking idiot. I could’ve been happy with Lewey if I had just given him a chance-”
Something in me snapped at the mention of her old coworker, who had had an intense crush on her and I reached out, my hands locking firmly around her shoulders. Yet Molly was still able to shake off my grip. “Let me go, James!” she cried, tears welling in her eyes. I shook my head and placed my hands on her elbows, pulling her against me and crushing our mouths together. Molly backed out of the kiss immediately. “You think you can just kiss me and make everything go-”
I leaned down and brushed my lips past hers, feeling her slowly begin to melt under my touch. “Yes,” I replied, my hands sliding from her elbows down to her waist, one stopping on her stomach. “I’m guessing this whole tirade is because of the little bundle of joy inside you?” I asked with a bit of a smile. Molly flushed pink and looked away, hesitating before she responded.
“…Maybe. Or I might just be mad at you.”
I could have been angry with her; I could have yelled right back at my wife, defended myself to no end, but the fact was that she was right. I had ruined her life-I had ruined both of our lives. Because of me, she had spent years trying to mend her broken heart, turning away anyone who seemed interested in her, who could have made her happier than I had, because she still loved me. And there was no changing that fact. She had to live with that curse and it was all my fault.
“I love you,” I murmured into her hair as she rested her head on my shoulder, nuzzling her nose into my neck. “Isn’t that enough?”
“Sometimes,” she replied. “But you do know that you ruined my life, right?”
“Mol, I ruined both of our lives, but there’s no need to dwell on the past because we ended up together anyway.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s fine.” I tightened my arms around my pregnant, mood-swinging wife. “And if it’s any consolation, I didn’t suddenly have a change of heart when I…how did you put it, fell out of the sky.”
“You didn’t?”
“Nope. In fact, I was going to propose to you years before,” I confessed. “Remember when I called off our weekend together in 2008 when we were going to see Steely Dan and go to the Dream Cruise?”
“Yeah.”
“I was going to propose at the concert.”
Molly looked up at me, chocolate brown eyes wide. “Really?” she asked.
“Really,” I assured. “And to have to call you and say that I couldn’t…it broke my heart.”
Molly gave me a warm smile and lovingly cuddled up against me again. I let out a sigh of relief. False alarm.
Returning back to the James & Molly side of things, this is what was running through my mind the other night at work when Molly flew off the handle...apparently. PG for swearing.
I came home one evening to find Molly sitting on the edge of the couch, head in her hands, shoulders heaving with the force of her silent sobs. Immediately, my briefcase dropped to the floor and I walked over to her. “Mol, what’s the matter?” I asked softly, reaching out and brushing one of her brown curls behind her ear.
“You’re unbelievable,” she breathed so quietly that I wasn’t sure if I had actually heard her say it.
“…Did I do something wrong?” I asked, confused, dropping my hand from the side of her head as she looked over at me with a wet face and red-rimmed eyes.
“I’ve just been thinking,” Molly told me, sniffing and attempting to regain control of her emotions.
“Thinking about what?” I blinked, uncertain as to where this conversation was heading.
“Us. Our past.” She paused. “And how you ruined my life.”
I couldn’t stop the laugh that slipped past my lips. “Molly, what are you talking about?” Honestly-she wasn’t making sense to me, but laughing had been the bigger mistake; my wife was glowering at me, angry.
“It’s not funny, James,” she growled. “You ruined my life.”
“No I didn’t,” I said, though in retrospect, I should have been thinking about her entire life and not just the past months of bliss and harmony. Molly stood up angrily, glowering down at me, but I stood up moments later, my gaze soft.
“Yes you did! It started when you proposed to me the first time on my birthday and confused the hell out of me! I left everything in Minnesota-my college education uncompleted, my family abandoned-I uprooted my whole damn life for you!” Molly ranted, her tone harsh, her voice rising in pitch and volume. “I fucking moved to another country for you! And then in a matter of months, you’re calling everything off. The love of my life, my knight in shining armor, my soul mate, shattered my heart into pieces and I was forced to move as far away as possible so I wouldn’t be reminded of you in everything that I saw!”
“But-” I tried to butt in, wanting to point out that she had moved near my sister. Wouldn’t that have been reminder enough?
“Shut up!” she screeched, her emotions pouring out in a flood of rushed, angry words. “I don’t care what you want to say. God, James, I couldn’t celebrate my own fucking birthday because all I could think about was when you proposed to me. What kind of life is that? I couldn’t be happy because you destroyed everything positive in my life by calling off our engagement.
“Then you just happen to have a change of heart and literally fall out of the sky and tell me you have super powers. You fall out of the damn sky and propose to me! And what did I do? I said yes. Why would I even think about saying yes after everything you’d done to me and the shitty explanation I got in return?” She let out a mirthless laugh, startling me. I had never seen Molly so uncontrolled. “And somehow I went along with everything. We’ve been married for how long now? God…” She put a hand to her forehead. “I’m a fucking idiot. I could’ve been happy with Lewey if I had just given him a chance-”
Something in me snapped at the mention of her old coworker, who had had an intense crush on her and I reached out, my hands locking firmly around her shoulders. Yet Molly was still able to shake off my grip. “Let me go, James!” she cried, tears welling in her eyes. I shook my head and placed my hands on her elbows, pulling her against me and crushing our mouths together. Molly backed out of the kiss immediately. “You think you can just kiss me and make everything go-”
I leaned down and brushed my lips past hers, feeling her slowly begin to melt under my touch. “Yes,” I replied, my hands sliding from her elbows down to her waist, one stopping on her stomach. “I’m guessing this whole tirade is because of the little bundle of joy inside you?” I asked with a bit of a smile. Molly flushed pink and looked away, hesitating before she responded.
“…Maybe. Or I might just be mad at you.”
I could have been angry with her; I could have yelled right back at my wife, defended myself to no end, but the fact was that she was right. I had ruined her life-I had ruined both of our lives. Because of me, she had spent years trying to mend her broken heart, turning away anyone who seemed interested in her, who could have made her happier than I had, because she still loved me. And there was no changing that fact. She had to live with that curse and it was all my fault.
“I love you,” I murmured into her hair as she rested her head on my shoulder, nuzzling her nose into my neck. “Isn’t that enough?”
“Sometimes,” she replied. “But you do know that you ruined my life, right?”
“Mol, I ruined both of our lives, but there’s no need to dwell on the past because we ended up together anyway.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s fine.” I tightened my arms around my pregnant, mood-swinging wife. “And if it’s any consolation, I didn’t suddenly have a change of heart when I…how did you put it, fell out of the sky.”
“You didn’t?”
“Nope. In fact, I was going to propose to you years before,” I confessed. “Remember when I called off our weekend together in 2008 when we were going to see Steely Dan and go to the Dream Cruise?”
“Yeah.”
“I was going to propose at the concert.”
Molly looked up at me, chocolate brown eyes wide. “Really?” she asked.
“Really,” I assured. “And to have to call you and say that I couldn’t…it broke my heart.”
Molly gave me a warm smile and lovingly cuddled up against me again. I let out a sigh of relief. False alarm.