Nick rolled over and hugged her from behind, curling into her warm body, hands resting on her stomach. He lightly kissed her neck.

"Nick… I think I should have an abortion."

Nick frowned and leaned over her. "Why?"

"You don't want kids, and you aren't the man I would want kids with."

Nick scoffed. "Well, I sure as hell don't want kids, but since we're married who the fuck are you planning on having kids with?"

She sighed. "Well, you're happy to sleep with whoever you want."

Nick sighed and rolled over into his back. "I never get it from you."

"I can't sleep with you every day. Some days I don't even want to look at you."

He sighed. "Whatever."

"Nick, I loved you. I have given you six years of my life. I just… don't think I even want to be with you anymore. I don't mean shit to you."

"You do. I love you."

"Ugh, I hate hearing that from you. I can just imagine all the other people you say that to." She got out of the bed.

"Where are you going?" Nick frowned.

"I just need to clear my head."

"Babe, come back to bed, it's late."

She shrugged. "I will sit out in the veranda. I don't… want to be with you right now."

He sighed and rolled onto his side. God she made him so angry, but he loved her, she was beautiful, they had been together for years now.

She started crying.

He groaned. It was his fault. He always made her cry. She always cried. There was never a day when he didn't somehow fuck up and make her hate him.

He got out of bed and walked out to the veranda. "Babe, I'm sorry" he kissed her cheek softly.

"Nick… if I kept our baby, you wouldn't want anything to do with them. I probably wouldn't ever see you again" she sighed, wiping her eyes on the sleeve of her nightdress. "You would leave me. Hell, maybe I want you too."

He frowned. "I don't want to leave you."

She looked at him, teary eyed. "Nick, I want a divorce. I don't want this… I don't want… whatever the hell it is we 'have' anymore… I am so done with it. I am getting the papers tomorrow."

He sighed. "Okay. I see. Whatever." He shrugged, hiding his hurt. "You know, I am sure you will find a better baby daddy."

"Ugh, you're so immature" she groaned, pushing him back.

"Don't start this shit with me!"

"Fuck you Nick! I hate you!"

He shook his head, feeling angry. "Why the fuck would you marry me if you didn't love me?"

"I can ask you the same thing" she hissed.

"I do love you. If you don't love me, get out of my apartment. Where will you stay tonight, huh?"

"Nick-"

"I am not even fucking joking. Get the fuck out."

"I hate you, you are so fucking manipulative! I hate you. I do" she started crying again, tears staining her cheeks.

"If you hate me that much, and don't want to look at me, why would you stay here?"

She didn't look at him.

"Hey, don't fucking ignore me."

"Nick, I did love you. I really did. Up until we got married three years ago was great, but… I can see you aren't interested in me. You don't look at me. You don't love me."

"I do love you. I love you so much" he held her hands in his.

She pulled her hands away. "You don't have to lie to me. I will find somewhere else to sleep tonight." She walked out the front door.

He sighed and leaned against the wall, sliding down to the floor.

Hell, maybe it all was for the best.