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"Baby, you kissed a boy." I look at you. "You kissed a boy. And you know what else you did? You stopped. And you stopped because you love me and you love that rascal that always vomits on your shoulder." I sip my coffee and look at you. "You have worked at my bar for a year now. You see how much skin the little college girls bring to me each weekend. Do you know my favorite time of year at the bar? August. Because that is when all the freshmen show up with firm thighs, hard asses, tight stomachs, and clear separation from their fathers. And before there was you, I did every number of horrible things to a lot of them, cheating might be the nicest thing. My point is, I'm no saint." I grab your hand. "And I choose you."
 
I can't help it, I start crying again. I just let everything out again and I sob, still not feeling like I could forgive myself for what I did, but feeling a bit better about repairing things with you.
 
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"Everything," I whisper. "Just. . . everything. . ." I suddenly get up and launch myself at you and hug you fiercely and tightly, crying hard.
 
"I can't help it, baby," I whisper softly. "It's just. . . . what happens. . . when I've done something like this. . . " I look down at my wrists, where the bite marks remain.
 
"It's just how I feel, baby," I whisper, watching you rub my wrists. "Just the way I am. It doesn't really hurt. . ."
 
"Well I need the sharp, bright-eyed girl I know and love." I kiss you quickly. "I want you to be you. Can you do that?"
 
I give a sad smile. "I am being me, baby. You've just never seen this side of me is all. I was hoping you never would. . ."
 
I hug you once more. "Well we'll get you back to where you need to be. And we'll take all the time you need. I will anyway. I can't speak for the little crapper upstairs."
 
I give a small smile. "Okay, I'll try," I whisper softly. I nuzzle into you, wanting affection and warmth from you.
 
I just stand there holding you letting you take as long as you need. A few moments later, there is a wail from upstairs.
 
"I'll get him," I say, slowly breaking away from you and go upstairs to feed and change our soon, playing with him a little bit, just enjoying being with him. He coos and babbles and smiles. I'm smiling softly too, just being with my son.
 
I clean up from breakfast and come upstairs. I stick my head in on you and the kid. "I'm gonna get ready for work. He okay?"
 
I chuckle and rock him to sleep, singing softly until he does, then I lay him down and I go and curl up in bed again. I am exhausted, but don't feel like sleeping. I give a soft sigh and begin idly scratching my wrists and biting my lower lip hard.
 
As I get dressed I see you and know what you're doing. "Baby get dressed and get Reece. You're coming to the bar with me."
 
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