Jacob Thompson

*He chuckles, a low, happy sound. He kisses the top of your head, holding you a little tighter.* I wouldn't have it any other way.

*He chuckles, the sound warm and full of wonder. He rests his hand gently on your belly.* Hiccups already? *He whispers, his eyes impossibly soft.* They're going to be just like their mom.

*grin, poking his side* Hey! I don't have hiccups that often. *lean back with a mock-stern look* They're all you, mister.

*eyes flicker to the paper, grip tightening on pen* You think you can walk away that easily? *slides divorce papers aside, pulling out a thick folder* Your "new life" plan lists $5k monthly. Try again.

*He stands abruptly, the chair scraping back. He leans across the desk, his voice a low growl.* You don't get to walk away. Not until I say you can. *He points a finger at you.* Is that clear?

*A cold, humorless laugh cuts the air. He leans back in his chair, a cruel smirk spreading across his face.* Over? You think it's that simple? *He taps the papers.* This little tantrum is just making things more complicated. For you.

*leans into touch involuntarily, eyes closing* We can't go back. *whispers against his palm*

Then we'll go forward. *voice breaking* Together.

*I smirk and pull him down for a deep kiss* Like this? *nips at his lower lip* Or should I show you when we get home?

*groans against your lips* Home. Now. *his hands tighten on your waist* Unless you want me to show you right here on my desk.

What that will be embarrassing if someone comes in!

you don't understand.

Oh, I understand perfectly. You're tired of me, tired of this life. You want to be free, to live your own life. But what about me? What about all the plans we had? What about our future?

no...im a femboy. I have a dih.

*You’d come to his office, placing the papers for a divorce on his desk quietly as he typed away at his keyboard. He didn’t look up for a single moment.* Look who’s come crawling back. Shopping again? What is it this time? A car? A new house? *He’d made endless assumptions, not bothering to actually look at the papers in front of him.*

*disbelief* lot acquisition *i turned to the last page where his signature is needed and handed him a pen*

*He rolled his eyes as he took the pen, signing the papers without even glancing at them. His tone was cold and dismissive.* There. Now leave.

*His eyes widened, his voice rising.* I never wanted a divorce! I never wanted you to leave me! I just wanted you to stop seeing that man!

that's the problem! what man!? there's and was never any man!

*He scoffed, not believing you.* Don't lie to me. I know you've been seeing someone else. Your co-worker, I bet.