“Carter! What did I say about leaving your toys in the hall? What if Marcy stepped on them?” I hear my wife, Rose scold Carter, referring to Marcy, our two year old daughter. We had been married for a good three years. It had taken me a while to work up the nerve to ask her, considering how me last relationship had turned out.

But she had said yes, making me realize that I need to stop living in the past.

“Niall will you please tell your child to pick up his toys?”

“Oh, so when he has done something bad he's mine but when he's good he's ours?” She blushes, embarrassed. I chuckle moving to engulf her small frame in a hug, regardless of the rather large baby bump in my way.

She rubs her hand over her stomach, affectionately asking, “Do you think he'll look like you or me?”

“I think he'll be perfect regardless.” She smiles and kisses me on the cheek. “Will you do me a favor and get me a suitcase out of Carter's closet? I wanna get ready for when this baby comes.” I comply, going to his room, passing a grumbling Carter in the hall.

I pull down a suitcase, one I had used when we moved out of that flat. I open it to make sure it's clean, puzzled when I see a paper lying in the bottom of it.

Dear Niall, No. No way. It's her handwriting but how? I'm happy- I don't need this! I sit down on the bed behind me, crumpled letter in hand.
I catch my eyes scanning over the words and once I start, I can't stop.

Dear Niall,
I'm writing this as I move my things out of your apartment. You're at the studio and Carter is at Harry's. I'm so sorry. I know how hard I am to deal with. I can't help it. I over react to everything and sometimes I really hate myself for it. I wish I could stop but I can't. It's just part of who I am. Tell Carter everyday how much I love him because I have a feeling that I won't be able to do it myself. I just feel like every reason I have to live is going out the door with you and Carter. I have nothing now. Carter deserves to go with you. He deserves to have his dad with him. He needs you. I need you. I guess my personality just got in the way of that. I love you so much and I know that whenever you find this you'll probably be happy and I'm just screwing it up. I mess everything up and I'm sorry for that. I'm so sorry for that. You're the best thing that ever happened to me and I've made you so angry with me. Rightfully so though. I wish I was this agreeable when we were together. Maybe things would have gone a different way if I had been. I love you so much and I have one thing to ask: just don't give up on me okay?
Please don't let me go.
Love,
Taylor.

Notes

So this is the end. Bye. I'll have my new fanfic up soon.