What Hurts the Most (III)

                                    

                                          
Okay, I know it's been like 17,273,929,918 years but HEYYYY ❤️❤️ y'all don't know how much I missed y'all. I swear y'all are like my best friends and I missed every single one of you!
                          
Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this lil update and I promise the wait won't be as long for another one. Thank you for being so, so patient and don't forget to vote & comment.
                          
I know he only said that because he was mad at me. He wouldn't hurt me seriously...at least I hope he wouldn't. I also know this didn't mean we were back together but at least now, there was some hope.
                          
When he came back I was still sitting on his bed where he had left me. "Aubrey?" He wasn't really saying anything so after a small moment, I decided to break the deafening silence.
                          
"What?" He sounded exhausted. I got up and walked over to him. He was leaning against the closet door, staring at me and usually I'd love the attention but at the moment, not so much.
                          
"Stop drinking. Please?" I was almost scared to ask him. When he didn't say anything, I gently took the glass from him and sat it on the fireplace mantle. "I love you." I wrapped my arms around him and laid my head on his chest. All I wanted was to feel him near me, know that he was still there, know that I still had a chance.
                          
"I love you too." I heard him say and then I felt his arms pull me closer. One of his hands moved up to my neck and touched the places where his fingers had been. I guess his fingerprints had bruised me. "I'm sorry." He laid his face in my neck and I almost cried. I knew he was hurting and I hated myself for being the cause of it.
                          
"Don't apologize." I deserved it and way more and I was lucky to have a man like him. He was raised right because most of the men I knew and had known in my life, wouldn't have stopped until I was unconscious. 
                          
"I don't know if I still want to get married..." His voice was muffled but I heard him. I know he meant to me specifically. He did want to get married, it was actually his biggest dream and honestly, I would take him anyway I could have him. "I know. I'll take whatever you give me. Will you come back home?" I had to ask before I lost my nerve to.
                          
"I miss you so I will—" I pulled away from him, there were underlying conditions. I could hear it in his tone. "But what? Please don't tell me you wanna sleep in one of the guest rooms." I cut him off and he sighed.
                          
"Depends." He looked me in my eyes. I don't know what I was thinking when I slept with Wayne.
                          
"On what?" I was tired of talking in circles but I had no room to complain. We had to go at his pace, beggars can't be choosers. 
                          
"I want to know everything Onika. Every single detail." Drake said and my heart dropped. "Also, we need to find out what we need to do about the baby."
                          
"We?" I couldn't stop myself from smiling and the tears were coming again. "Thank you Aubrey. I love you so much. I'm sorry." I threw my arms around him in another hug.
                          
"I know. Come on," he grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the bed and we laid down together. He didn't say anything but I knew he was ready to hear what happened. 
                          
"Wayne stop!" I giggled. I was drunk as hell. I hadn't seen him in a while and since Aubrey was on tour, I decided to go to Miami for the weekend to catch up like old times.
                          
"What? Can't nobody see us. Plus I know you lonely and shit." He said before he kissed my neck again. "And you can't drive back to ya hotel like that."
                          
"I can call a cab. Stop." I weakly tried to push him away but the liquor was weighing me down and before I knew it, one thing had led to another.