Saturday, Owen

Once the movie was finished, Luke put Mattias to bed while I changed. He came into our bedroom and grabbed some clothing and changed in the bathroom. He soon left and attempted to sleep on the couch, a bit shaken up after today. I personally tried to sleep in our bed, but it felt so empty, so alone. Finally, I gave up and walked into the living room and tapped Luke's shoulder. He quickly dried his tears thinking I didn't see, but I did.

"Will you come sleep with me?" I asked.

He nodded and stood up. We both walked back into our bedroom and got into bed. I cuddled up next to him, and he took me in his arms, despite what was said before.

For once during this mess, I felt normal.

Sunday, Owen

I was woken up to Mattias shaking my side, begging for me to make breakfast. "Sure," I said, smiling.

Once I finished the waffles, I asked Mattias to wake up his father, which he obliged easily. I set the small table we had and brought out the waffles.

We didn't live luxuriously, we lived in a 2 bedroom apartment with 1.5 bathrooms and a joint kitchen and living room, but it was enough for the 3 of us.

Once Lucas and Mattias came out, we all sat down and served ourselves.

When finished, I collected all our dishes and got to washing.

I was humming a song to myself while washing the dishes, and 'someone' came up behind me and wrapped their arms around me. I continued what I was doing until I noticed a tear stain on my shirt. I stopped cleaning for a moment, but Lucas looked up. "Please don't stop. Please let me have this moment." He begged. I sighed and continued humming, as we slowly swayed together. I finished the dishes and felt a light kiss to my neck. For a minute, just a minute, I stood there, feeling his embrace. "Is this really what I want?" I asked myself.

That night, as we lied in bed, we talked to each other. Actually talked to each other. No fighting. Just talked.

"Have you been to work at all this week?" I asked.

"No, I took this week off on sick leave." He said.

We were laying in bed, hand in hand, staring at the ceiling. I suddenly turned towards him and asked him, "If I reconsider the divorce, will you ever, EVER, do anything to ruin it all?"

He looked at me. "No." He said. "Are you reconsidering?" He questioned. "Yes, " I said. He caressed my face, sighing. "I can't live without you." He stated.

"Good."