Something So Unscripted by Natasha Madison

I make us some lunch, and I fall asleep on the couch while we watch cartoons. I find a vase to put the roses in while he takes out the croissants he bought for us, and we sit at the island and no one brings up that Chantal was here. I follow him, and Jack gets up, following us into the kitchen. “I’m hungry,” I tell him, and he nods his head, bending to get the bags and carry them into the kitchen. I’m going to tell him I love him when it’s about him and me. I just nod my head, the words I love you too fighting to come out, but when I tell him I love him, it isn’t going to be because his ex-wife was here, or he thinks I’ve been rushed into it. “I know you do”-he kisses me again-“and he’s lucky to have that.” “I won’t be the one who lets you lose him.” “But what if this comes back, and you lose custody of Jack over it?” I blink but the tears come anyway. “I called my lawyer, and we made a note of it.” She doesn’t know shit, and on record, you aren’t his doctor,” he says, dumping the bags and holding my hand in his face. “Zack, she came here, and she knows I’m his doctor.”

“I bought the flowers before you called.” He comes to me, handing them to me, and I grab them.

“You stopped,” I say, looking at the flowers, “to buy flowers while I was here pacing the floor worried she would come back.” He kicks off his shoes, and I walk to the door. I pace the hallway back and forth till he walks in, and he does it with a smile and a bouquet. I pace the hallway, waiting for him, and put Jack in front of the television to watch Paw Patrol. “I’ll be home soon, baby,” he whispers and hangs up the phone.

He laughs, he fucking laughs here I am, so furious at her, so fucking pissed that she showed up and didn’t even ask for her son but was a cold bitch.

Something So Unscripted by Natasha Madison