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The sight of my best friend and husband banging on my couch with my <br /> children beside me.<br /> She was also pregnant with my husband&#039;s child.<br /> --<br /> “Sign the papers so you can get back to your new family,” I stated <br /> firmly.<br /> “Nicole, listen to me, please.”<br /> &quot;Don&#039;t explain that fathers like you will only embarrass them.&quot;<br /> --<br /> I could get passed the cheating, but a baby?<br /> I wouldn’t allow my children to go through that.<br /> As always, my children are my first priority, and they always will be.<br /> ————————<br /> NICOLE<br /> Six months ago, life decided to throw me a huge curveball.<br /> I had just gotten off work and picked up my children from school. I had made a sale on a house that the clients had been going back and forth on for months, and I was ready to get home and celebrate with my family.<br /> However, I wasn’t ready for what my kids and I walked into.<br /> There they were—my husband and my best friend, on my couch, doing the horizontal salsa. They couldn’t even make it to the bedroom.<br /> If they had, at least then my children wouldn’t have had to see their father’s indiscretion.<br /> <br /> I still remember that day like it was yesterday. At least he didn’t try to explain it with the typical “It’s not what it looks like” excuse. He owned up to his actions.<br /> I mean, he was caught red-handed—but that doesn’t mean he would have fessed up to his infidelity.<br /> We tried to work it out. Counseling and all that jazz, and it was going great until she showed up one day claiming to be pregnant.<br /> That was the last straw.<br /> I could get passed the cheating, but a baby? No. I couldn’t—and wouldn’t—get passed that.<br /> I wouldn’t allow my children to go through that.<br /> As always, my children are my first priority, and they always will be.<br /> So, here I am, six months later, finalizing my divorce before moving back to my hometown with my children.<br /> <br /> “I’m not signing these papers if you are moving with my children.”<br /> I let out a long sigh. We’d been over this countless times, but he doesn’t want to let it go.<br /> He’s the one that made it hard to live in this town without hearing whispers wherever I go.<br /> I’ve had the kids come home many times, telling me about what their friends were saying. They had to deal with the stares and whispers as well.<br /> I never wanted that for them. I can handle it, but when my children have to endure it, it’s time to do something about it.<br /> “One, they are my children as well. Two, I am their mother and have custody. Three, you didn’t seem to mind when you were knocking up my best friend.<br /> “So, yes, Eric, I am moving with ~our~ children. You get them every other weekend and during the summer when you come down, so they don’t miss their games and other electives for school.<br /> <br /> “I am not having this argument again. Sign the papers so you can get back to your new family,” I stated firmly.<br /> I wasn’t expecting what he said next.<br /> “If that’s the case, then I’ll be moving as well. I will not be hours away from them.”<br /> The whole reason I decided to move was so I could put some distance between him and me.<br /> I was a newly divorced mother of three with an ex-husband following me like a lost puppy.<br /> <br /> “Nicole, listen to me, please.”<br /> I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath before turning to face him.<br /> “I don’t have time for this. I need to get the girls from school, and Bell is meeting me at the house so we can leave,” I told him, trying to keep calm.<br /> “Bellamine can pick up the girls. I’m sorry, I really am. I know this is all on me, but I want us to be civil for our children.<br /> “Yes, but that doesn’t mean you can take my kids away from me. I know you’re not happy with me moving to Indiana, but if you’re going to move my kids away, then I will be there.”<br /> <br /> “You’re right I’m not happy about you moving.<br /> “I decided to move so I wouldn’t have to be constantly reminded of how you ruined our family. I decided to move back home so I wouldn’t have to see you with her every time I turned around.<br /> “We made vows, and you broke them. This is on you, not me.<br /> “I’m taking the kids, and we’re moving closer to my family. You decided on a whim that you were going to be moving too.<br /> “Did you ever stop to think how that would affect me? Did you ever stop to use your brain as to why I was moving? No! You just did things without thinking, once again.”<br /> I pause to let that sink in while I take a deep breath to calm myself down.<br /> <br /> “Tell me, how does your new fiancée feel about this move?” I ask. “You broke me, Eric, and you don’t understand how much this kills me. I loved you so much!<br /> “~I~ was the one that was worried about you while you were deployed. ~I~ was the one that raised our son at sixteen while you were off at basic training.<br /> “~I~ was the one that raised our children every single time you were deployed! ~I~ was the one that was by your side through your PTSD.<br /> “Not London. ~Me~! It was supposed to be forever, and yet that seemed too much for you.<br /> <br /> “I have to go. The kids will be out of school soon.”<br /> It felt good to get that off my chest. However, I was a blubbering mess by the time I finished my rant. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I just couldn’t. He ruined me.<br /> “Nic, I’m so sorry. It just happened! You’re right. I didn’t stop to think about how this would affect you or the kids. I thought with my shaft, and look where that got me.<br /> “I lost the one woman who will always hold my heart.<br /> “No, I didn’t talk to London about this. I decided while we were in there. I want to be close to the kids. I understand why you’re moving, but I’m not going to budge on this.<br /> “If she doesn’t want to come with me, then we’ll figure something out with the new baby.<br /> “I’m going where my children go, and that’s final. You can hate it all you want, but quite frankly, you have no right to care. They are mine just as much as they are yours. I have every right to be close to them.”<br /> <br /> “I have to go, Eric,” I say. “You do what you feel is best. Maybe one day I can forgive you, but until then, I will be civil for my children. You are their father, and that doesn’t change just because I move.<br /> “You do whatever it is you feel you need to, and I’ll do the same. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get the twins.” I opened my door and climbed into my car, taking off toward the school.<br /> The nerve of that man. ~It just happened!~ How in does it ~just~ happen?<br /> <br /> Might as well get it out now because I will not be the parent who talks bad about the other parent.<br /> I was there for him through his hard times. He was off at basic training when I went into labor with Bellamine. He barely made it for the birth of Nora and Elena. After the girls were born, he didn’t reenlist.<br /> I was there during the time his PTSD was so strong he couldn’t eat or sleep or be around our children because he was afraid he would lash out and hurt them.<br /> I was there raising two newborns and a two-year-old, all while he was working on his issues.<br /> <br /> What do I get in return? The sight of my best friend and husband banging on my couch with my children beside me.<br /> It hit Bell the hardest. He was close to his father—him seeing that, it ended up doing damage to their relationship.<br /> I’ve talked to him and explained that the actions of his father didn’t need to ruin their relationship. He says that he’s just mad because of it hurting me and tearing our family apart.<br /> <br /> That’s one of the reasons I tried to work it out with Eric. I wanted our family to stay together—for our children. I know that it doesn’t always work that way, but I still tried.<br /> I tried everything in order to get my family to stay together. It just wasn’t enough in the end.<br /> I couldn’t be with him knowing he fathered another child by cheating with another woman. It was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back.<br /> -----<br /> JAXTON<br /> As I’m going over the roster for the team, my office phone rings. “Hello?” I answer.<br /> “Coach Stark, how are you doing? Listen, I have something I need to ask.” I recognize Coach Tanner from Tennessee on the line.<br /> We’ve been good friends for years. I met him at a conference my first year, and we both just stuck together since we were both new to the game.<br /> “What’s that, Tanner?”<br /> <br /> There is a knock on my door, and I see Mr. Dawson through the window. I wave him in and point toward the chair in front of my desk.<br /> “I just lost my best pitcher today,” Tanner says. “He, his mom, and two sisters are moving down to your area and will be going to your school. I was wondering if you could find a place on the team for him.”<br /> From my lips to God’s ears. Although, we’ve been practicing for weeks now, and I was just going to use one of my players.<br /> “All right, Stark. Catch you later. Thanks again. I know he’s been upset since he found out he had to move.<br /> <br /> Now, I just need to call and get my pitcher.<br /> His mother is the only contact. ~Wonder what happened to the dad?~ I ask myself while I dial the number.<br /> His mother picks up on the second ring.<br /> <br /> “Hello?”<br /> ~Where have I heard that voice from?~<br /> “Hello. This is Coach Stark from Hanover High. I’m calling because Coach Tanner called me today asking if I could add your son to my team. I’m aware of his reputation and have found myself needing a pitcher for the season.”<br /> “Which Stark are you?” she asks.<br /> Weird question, but I’ll bite. “Jaxton,” I reply.<br /> “Well, Small world. I went to school with Emerson. White is my married name. Well, used to be my married name. My maiden name was Stone.”<br /> <br /> That’s why her voice sounded so familiar! if she’s as beautiful as she was back then, I’m going to be in trouble.<br /> I can’t believe the girl I let get away is actually going to be moving in next door. Who would have thought? Maybe I still have a chance. I guess we’ll just have to see how things go.<br /> Obviously, she’s had to have went through something to be coming back to this small hip town, but I let her get away once. I’m not going to do it again.

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