Chapter 6

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Faith POV: 

I sit on the couch, feeling so emotionally drained that my head is pounding. The house is a mess, on account of the three little girls running about with nothing to do. Normally when it's my week with them, I have activities planned for every day. However, I was supposed to be on a beach in the Caribbean this week, so I didn't exactly have time to plan. 

Michael cooks in the kitchen, while Jason stands behind the couch, leaning on his hands, and watching the gossip show's awful coverage about Tim and I. 

"The divorced couple were spotted outside of McGraw's manager's house in a heated argument, during which Hill reportedly threatened to revoke custody of their three shared children. The encounter took place the morning after Hill married Michael Rhett, Corporate Lawyer and possible candidate for the Tennessee Senate seat in the 2006 election. Hill and McGraw have been divorced for three years, citing "Irreconcilable Differences". Up to this point, the pair had been working together to raise their daughters in a rare show of partnership, but it looks there's a bit of trouble in paradise for--" The tv chimes out, before Jason turns it off. Jason puts his head in his hands, before taking a deep breath. 

"I really should be paid more for the shit you put me through." Jason releases, looking down at his phone. "So this was, what, yesterday?" Jason tries to figure out. 

"Day before." I answer, hugging myself. "After the relapse... I lost my cool." I explain, already tired of talking about it. 

"My assistant told me that when she called Tim that night, he said just to let them in." Jason lets out, laughing and shaking his head. "I fired her... Too gullible to deal with Tim." He announces, making me let out a small laugh. 

"Baby?" Michael calls out from the kitchen. I turn around to see his smile. "It's going to be okay. Maybe just go rest up, and take some time for yourself." He says, making me feel butterflies almost. As a woman who's been a single mother for the last few years, also babysitting their ex-husband on the side, hearing someone say 'Take some time for yourself' is the best thing you can hear. Tim wouldn't have ever said something like that. 

I walk upstairs and throw myself down in bed, curling up under the down comforter. The room is so cold that I'm shivering under the comforter, wishing I had about four more to throw over me. I shut my eyes, trying to get a least a cat nap in before dinner. 

I open my eyes to see our ranch about a decade earlier. I know this is a dream, but it looks so real... The walls even have that god-awful wood paneling I forced him to tear down, although he grew to like it. He stands in front of the large windows opening up to the backyard. I walk up beside him, trying to visualize what he sees. I don't understand what he saw in this place... It was run-down, outdated, and far too expensive for what it's worth. 

"I could see a swing set going up right by that willow over there." He says quietly, while the realtor talks on and on behind us. I smile at him, feeling butterflies at the idea of raising up babies with him. 

"The house has five bedrooms, and two offices, one of which is on the second floor, and could be turned into a bedroom if needed. There are four bathrooms, one half on the first floor." She rambles, while Tim walks away from the window. I follow him like a dog on a leash, eager to hear his plans for the place. He walks down into the basement, causing the realtor to rush down behind him to continue her spiel.  "Down here you'll find a full bathroom and a den. One unique feature that this house has is--" She continues, while Tim continues to walk away. He walks into the very back, before cracking a large smile. He turns back to me. 

"Baby, come look at this." He says, waving me over. I follow him, before smiling brightly. He opens up the door, having to give it a good shove to move the soundproof door. "Oh my god, we could spend hours in here." He says, looking at the soundproof paneling and speakers. 

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