My house is eerily quiet and I fight the urge to go back to her. I sat in my car for an hour after Reanell showed up. Fought with myself to knock on the door but instead I went home. Sitting there wishing I hadn’t pushed her to come tonight. Selfishly, I’d wanted to force her to be with me outside of the walls of her home, to go public.

After two hours of staring at the walls, I need to see her and make sure she’s okay. The way I left wasn’t exactly how I’d planned for the night to end. I wanted to fuck every memory out of her mind. Show her that he’s a prick for ever making her feel like this, but I don’t want it to be because of him. When I take her for the first time, it’ll be because she’s ready, but I had to use every ounce of restraint I had to walk away.

What a mess this whole damn situation is…I can’t really bash Aaron because he was my best friend. But I want to bash him because he’s a fool. I can’t push Natalie to be with me because the guilt of falling in love with my best friend’s wife overwhelms me, but I want her so bad I can barely breathe.

I open the door with the key under the plant. I make a mental note to have her change that. She’s asking for something bad to happen.

First, I see the half-empty bottle of Jack on the living room table. I shouldn’t have fucking left her. There was no way in hell I was going to sleep with her tonight. Not that I don’t fall asleep thinking about it every damn night, because she’s the real deal. The girl you bring home to your mother because you want to spend every day with her. She’s not the girl you fuck the night she finds out her husband slept around.

Anger boils inside because he’s a prick. The Aaron I thought I knew wasn’t so selfish. I can’t understand how he could cheat on Lee. She’s beautiful, smart, funny, and loving. He was so willing to throw it all away for someone like her? Thank God I never touched that slut.

I check on Aarabelle and see her sound asleep in her crib. I love this little girl. I mean, she’s freaking adorable, other than the diaper thing. If she could use the toilet, we’d be golden.

Slowly, I creep open Natalie’s door, unsure of what I’m going to find, but I need to see her. She’s asleep on her side facing me, but doesn’t stir. Her hair falls in her face and she looks perfect. I want to wake her and pull her into my arms. Hold her close. But I refuse to do anything tonight. I look over and see another person on the other side of the bed.

Immediately I want to punch something.

How the fuck can she have someone else in her bed?

Then I see the dark brown hair pulled up and realize it’s Reanell. She must’ve stayed.

I head downstairs and look over at the mantel where the flag sits. I’m conflicted and angry. “Why, man? Why would you do it? After everything that you said about the guys who fuck around on their wives.” I speak quietly but I’m pissed off. “And fucking Brittany?” I only met her once, but she was more than willing to do whatever I wanted after one night. Hell, she would’ve blown me in the bar if I asked her to. It makes no sense. You trade up, not slum it.

I sit on the couch and lean my head back. I’m drained, pissed, and a slew of other feelings I’d rather not think about.

The bottle of Jack sits there and I grab it, pulling a long gulp down. I close my eyes and wait for some brilliant idea to strike me on how to handle all this shit. She’s going to pull back. I can feel it. I pushed her away when she threw herself at me, but I want her to be ready when we take the next step, because after that…there’s no going back.

I relax and my mind goes blank.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps. I jump up disoriented and realize I fell asleep on her couch.

Shit.

I look over and see Reanell coming down the steps. She stops and her hand grips her throat until she registers who I am.

“You’re here?” she asks with a knowing look.

“I came by late to check on her, but …” I feel stupid. I should’ve left after I saw they were okay.

Reanell steps forward and puts her hand on my arm. “You really do care about her, don’t you?”

I let out a deep sigh. “I think that’s pretty obvious.”

“Do you love her?” She pulls no punches.

“I cared for her all those years we were friends. But I’m falling in love with her,” I admit for the first time to anyone including myself.

She nods and looks at the bottle of Jack. “She’s going to be hurting for a while, but don’t give up on her. I see things in her that you’ve brought out. Her heart will heal, but you’ll have to decide how much shit you’re willing to put up with in the meantime.”

We both sit on the couch and I look at the clock. It’s six a.m. and it’s way too early to be thinking about this. “I should get going.”

“For what it’s worth,” she puts her hand on my forearm, “I don’t think Natalie’s willing to see the issues she and Aaron were having. In her mind their life was wonderful, but getting ready to have a baby had her rose-colored glasses firmly in place. When you’re a military wife you choose to see things in a certain way. It’s easier than dealing with your brooding asses when you go through another shift in attitude.” Her face falls and she looks away.

“I can’t compete with him.”

She looks back and her eyes soften, “I don’t think you have to. That’s what I’m saying. Give her a few days and let her grieve the loss of the real husband she had. She’s been mourning an idea…which I understand.”

“I can’t feel like I’m second best to him.”

“I understand that. I think in a day or two she’ll come to terms with it all. If you love her, you’re going to have to realize this is like losing him all over again. The past slapped her pretty hard. And then kicked her a few times.” She sighs and looks away. “I also don’t think you were ever number two. Once she allowed her heart to let you in, you’ve been number one, even when you weren’t.”

“That makes no sense, but I’m exhausted and need some fucking sleep. Plus, I don’t want her to see me here.”

“You’re a good guy. I like you,” Reanell says and we both stand.

“Thanks. I think.” I grab my keys and head out the door, careful not to make any noise.

I look at her window and decide I need to let her come to me. I can’t keep pushing her and I fear I’ll push her away. I love her and that scares the ever-living shit out of me. She needs to decide if it’s me she wants. I sure as hell won’t be the consolation prize.