Cammi's POV


Three years later

"Are you sure?" He placed the kids' dishes in the sink and turn the faucet to hot.

"Cody, Maria already found him in Los Angeles and sent it to him. It's done." Maria was our social worker, the one who helped track down Andy, made him pay child support, and sent him my new restraining order from me and the kids.

"I just think it's a mistake keeping him from the kids." He frowned, wiping down the countertops.

"It's not like he would come near them, anyway."

He grabbed the filtered water from the fridge and poured me some in a plastic cup. I haven't owned any glass in three years.

"Thanks." He kissed my forehead as I called in to check the child support balance.

"He hasn't sent any this month." I sighed.

"Calm down, Cam, I don't like to see you like this." He wrapped his arms around my waist and set his chin on my shoulder.

"Like this?"

"You stress out too easily." He pressed a kiss onto my earlobe and slid his hand up my shirt to my stomach.

"Cody, are the kids asleep?"

"They have been for an hour, love."

Well time flies when you're freaking out.

A rushed knock pounded on the front door.

"It's nine thirty, I don't know who would be here." He whispers letting go of me.

I look through the peep hole, but it was too dark to see anything.

Twisting the doorknob in hope some masked murderer wasn't here to kill me, I opened the door to see a tall figure holding up a stapled contract.

"What the hell is this?" He whispers, letting himself into the house.

He turns around to face me and I do and say nothing but stare at him.

He had gotten so much skinnier.
He had so many tattoos.
He had gotten so much taller.

"Camille." He sadly smiles and I look to Cody for guidance.

He nervously smiles, "I'm gonna, um... go to the bedroom and let you guys talk..." He walks away backwards into our bedroom.

That just left him and me.

"What is this, Camille?" He holds up the restraining order.

"What does it look like to you?" It seemed like it hurt him to hear me talk.

"Why?" He whispered.

"I don't want you near them."

"The kids?" He looked around.
"Are they here?"

I grab his arm but he yanks it back.
"They're asleep."

"And why is Cody at our house?"

"OUR HOUSE?!"

He backed away with his arms crossed behind his back.

"YOU HAVEN'T BEEN AT OUR HOUSE IN THREE YEARS!"

"Camille," He steps up and brushes his fingertips against my jawline. "I made a-"

"Mumma!"

"Cody, you can come out now." I whisper, knowing he was eavesdroping.

He awkwardly runs out our room and to the kids' rooms.

Andy grabs my hand and stares Cody's ring he gave me.
"What is this?" I could see was trying to stay calm.

"A promise ring."

A silent tear fell from his face.
"What happened to our ring?"

"Three years is a long time, Andy..."

"I-I think I should show myself out." He walks to the front door and looks back with his lip tucked between his teeth.

He left. Without another word.

"Mumma!"

I cleared my mind of all thought and went to the kids' rooms.

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