A Little Piece of Heaven

Brian's POV

It's been almost two weeks since the incident with me and Michelle.

Cynthia still hasn't asked for any explanations.

Anytime we try to give her any, she stops us.

Her nonchalant attitude is really starting to get to me.

This isn't the woman I fell in love with.

The woman I love fell in love with fought for what she believed in.

If anyone crossed that line, there was always a battle.

But not this time.

It seems like she doesn't care.

That kills me.

I would rather she yelled, screamed, kicked or even punched me.

Anything but this.

She doesn't even call me Brian anymore.

It's always Syn.

I don't even get pet names anymore.

Zacky's the only one she calls babe now.

She talks to him, sits with him.

Whenever I try to kiss her, she turns her head and gives me the cheek.

She's punishing me.

And it hurts so goddamn bad.

I deserve it though.

I'm the one who fucked up here.

Not her.

She has the right to brush me off when I try and get physical.

It doesn't make it any less painful though.

She loves me.

I know she does.

I can still feel it.

The only time she's shown me that lately is when she's sleeping.

She's still sharing my bunk with me.

But she usually sleeps as far from me as the bunk will allow.

That is, until she falls asleep.

When she falls asleep, she always cuddles with me.

I take as much advantage as I can.

I hold her close to me, my face in the crook of her neck.

She holds me tightly and all her brush offs don't matter anymore.

Just having her in my arms and feeling our babies move, makes it enough.

I just hope she hasn't given up on us yet.