A/N: Here it is, the ending prologue. lol Thanks everyone for sticking with me.
Disclaimer: Not mine
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7 years ago.
"Awe, babe, are you sure?"
Becky laughed softly. "Yes!" She grinned and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "Besides, I think it is time for the daddy bonding time to start." She winked at him.
Jesse ran a hand through his hair. "If you are sure…" he smiled at her, "…then, thanks." He laughed again and kissed her. "We'll be back in a few hours. I don't know how long I can handle playing mommy."
"I don't know how long the boys can handle you." Becky retorted.
Jesse shook his head, when he looked up again he was still smiling. "Alright, I really got to go." He kissed the crown of her head. "I love ya."
He gave a small wave and closed the door.
Becky groaned, "Finally."
She'd been looking forward to this day ever since the idea came up. Honestly, Becky thought that at two months it was a bit early to be taking the twins to the zoo, but Jesse promised it would be okay. It was family tradition, or so he said.
It didn't matter. She trusted Jesse and a day off seemed like heaven.
Don't get her wrong, she loved her family. But, she lived in a three-bedroom house where both the attic and basement were transformed into an apartment. Also, nine people lived in one house and, there was that dog.
It was chaotic.
Of course she loved it, but everyone needed a break.
She sat on the couch, flipped on the TV and channel surfed. She'd even dressed for the occasion. She wore a white T-shirt and a blue spaghetti strap sundress on top, the hem reaching her ankles.
It was comfy, it was cute, and she liked it.
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While waiting for the plumber Becky decided to have a glass of wine. She searched for white, but finally conceded to red. It was dry, but it brought back memories of a silly childhood.
It brought her a sense of contentment and nostalgia. She took another sip.
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The doorbell ran at exactly 7:32. "Perfect," her mind buzzed.
The civil service guy was on time, for once.
"Hello." She opened the door and smiled.
He tipped his hat. "Evening, Ma'am."
He was good looking. His hair was shaved and his body was built. His skin was golden and his hair was dark. He was not the stereotypical plumber. Her smile grew just a tad wider. "Come on in." He stepped inside and Becky lead the way to the kitchen sink. "We think it might just be clogged, but no one can fix it." She gestured with the wine glass.
"I'll have it fixed in no time, Ma'am." He smirked slightly and got to work.
Becky sat at the kitchen table, sipping the red wine slowly. Burning her throat each time.
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He'd fixed the sink. She'd thanked him and brought him to the living room, her purse was next to the couch.
She grabbed the checkbook and asked who she should make it out to. He smiled and told her the company. He looked at the wine bottle. "May I have a glass?"
Becky glanced at her watch. "Are you on duty?"
He smiled, his teeth white. "This was my last job."
Becky shrugged, "I don't see why not."
He thanked her and took her glass. Somehow filling out the check brought back a memory from the plumber. Becky was confused, but didn't complain. He was good looking, he was company, and she felt like she owed him.
They continued to talk, she flirted slightly. Nothing major, just some playfully banter.
He kissed her.
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Becky was confused. Becky was hurt and Becky was in shock.
She took a shaky breath and looked around the room. It looked the same…but it felt so different. She stood up.
Her knees were shaking.
She walked over the glass that had fallen over. The crystal wasn't broken, it wasn't even scratched.
She wanted to cry.
She put the empty glass in the kitchen sink and stared at it for a moment. The sink. That is what had brought this on.
A tear slipped.
Suddenly, Becky felt so dirty. And so scared.
She locked the doors and ran up the stairs.
She stripped, quickly.
Everything she had had on was thrown in the trash, she would never wear that dress again. And she knew it.
"Becky!"
She almost jumped out of her skin. She wasn't sure, but she thought an actual squeal was released. She cleared her throat, tears clogging it. "I'm up here!"
She locked the bathroom door.
It jiggled. "Becky, what are you doing?"
"Taking a shower."
Jesse was quiet for a moment. "Want me to join you?" She could hear a smile in her voice.
She wanted to sob.
She closed her eyes and allowed a few more tears. "No." She turned the shower on, hot, and tried to drown out any noise she made with the beating of the water.
She curled into the corner and allowed the steam to caresses her. Occassionally, she stood under the spray, but it would get too hot and she'd go back to the corner.
She cried.
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Sleeping was the worse that night. She couldn't.
Her eyes refused to close peacefully.
His eyes, his mouth, his hands. That was all she saw.
Her stomach turned.
"What's wrong?" Jesse was half asleep.
"What?" Her voice was shaky. Was she still crying? She couldn't tell.
"You're tense." Jesses wrapped his arms around her tighter.
She stiffened. "Just tired." It was between a whisper and a plea.
Jesse nodded. "Whatever." He gave her a final squeeze. "I love you." And then he yawned and rolled over.
Becky stayed silent. Her mind was racing. Would he still love her if he found out? Would he be mad, would he be disgusted?
She laid there, looking at her husband and concentrating on steady breathing.
She wouldn't tell him. There was no need.
It happened. That was that, she couldn't change it. So, she'd move on and she would be no worse for the wear.
Simple.
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A/N: This is the final final chapter. :) I hope you guys liked it. Review, please!