Stained Red Chapter Three
Natalie chewed on her lip nervously as she sat at the table after dinner. Isaac was upstairs putting Theodore and Henry to bed. Audrey had passed out during dinner, so Natalie had put her to bed then.
"Stop being so nervous," Natalie said to herself, hoping to ease the nerves that were playing in the pit of her stomach. She knew it was crazy to be nervous about talking to her husband, but she was nervous. She was terribly nervous.
Hearing footsteps coming down the stairs she knew it was Isaac. Who else would it have been?
"Nata?" Isaac asked as he walked into the kitchen.
Natalie looked up at Isaac and she chewed on her lip again. Damn nerves. She knew with her biting her lip that Isaac would be able to tell that she was nervous. It would a dead give away that she was indeed keeping a cold hard truth from him.
"Yes," Natalie spoke up as she stayed seated at the table. She hoped Isaac didn't want to go into another room. She was content sitting here at the table. At least if they were in the kitchen he would be more cautious at raising his voice when he spoke to her.
Isaac looked down and racked a hand through his hair, "I think we should talk about a few of the things from our last argument," he told her as he walked over to the table and sat down across from her.
Sighing, Natalie nodded, "Okay," she whispered not even sure he would hear her agreeing with him. "What exactly do you want to talk about from our last argument?" she asked though in her gut she had a feeling she knew exactly what it was he was going to bring up.
"I asked you if I was really Theodore's father," Isaac started as he looked away from Natalie. "You never even answered me Nata," he frowned finally looking up. "Am I his father?"
"Damn it Ike," Natalie sighed as she felt her heart start to hammer in her chest. She hated being right on what he was going to bring up. "Do you really have to ask that?" she asked though she knew he did. She had been with both Taylor and Zac as well. The timing was suspicious.
Isaac kept his frown, "Of course I have to ask. I mean your track record before we got together wasn't too stunning," he sighed. "I mean first Taylor as a one night stand and then let's not forget that you were seeing Zac, hell you began seeing him just days after your one night stand with Taylor," he said laughing some. "You don't have the best reputation and I'm not a fool, I know that you and Zac were last together just a mere week before you decided that you needed to bed me too."
Natalie stayed silent as Isaac listed her misdeeds, her transgressions. They were all mistakes she had made before she had became his wife. Before she had to marry him because of the bun in her oven, the bun that was now known as Theodore.
Running a hand through her brown locks, she debated on how to answer him, sure that her silence was speaking volumes for her, "I don't know if you are his father," she finally spoke and she was silently dreading his reaction now. He was known to have a temper and she was sure this information was enough to warrant it.
Isaac reached his hand up and wiped a few tears that had came out after Natalie's admission, "And you never planned on telling me that you didn't know?" he asked as he stood from the chair he was sitting in and began to pace back and forth. "You never decided to fucking tell me?!" he asked again, this time raising his voice.
Natalie watched as Isaac began to pace back and forth on the kitchen floor and she frowned, jumping ever so slightly when his voice rose, "I never could find the time," she said as she felt a lump form in her throat. She refused to break down in tears. She refused to cry in front of him, not when he was angry anyway.
"We were married for ten years Nata," Isaac said as he stopped pacing and turned to look at her. "Ten years. I'm pretty sure there were numerous times to bring it up, hell, you could have brought it up before I decided to do the right thing and make you my wife!" he spat out as he reached out and hit the table hard with his hand.
Jumping again when Isaac hit the table, Natalie stopped fighting the tears and let them come out, "You must have known Ike," she said using her soft voice. She was hoping it would calm him down. "I mean you were the one to ask me. You must have known something was off," she shrugged as she wiped a few of the tears away, though more kept coming.
Isaac shook his head and resumed his pacing, "I didn't know Natalie, at least not until I decided to read some of the fan gossip," he said knowing that sounded stupid. "I decided to read it and saw all the comments on how everyone though Theodore looked nothing like me. Then something clicked inside me."
Hearing how he had finally put the evidence together, Natalie couldn't help but frown. She knew Isaac usually tried to avoid the fan gossip, at least more so than Taylor and Zac did, "I'm sorry you had to find out that way," she said as she felt her tears finally stop, at least for the time being.
"So am I," Isaac whispered as he stopped pacing again. "I want a DNA test done on Theodore," Isaac stated his voice coming off calmer than it should have been. "I want a DNA test done as soon as possible," he whispered looking down. Turning his back to Natalie he began to walk away.
Natalie stood from her chair and walked after him, "Wait," she said as she reached out and grabbed his arm.
Isaac stopped walking when Natalie grabbed his arm, "What?" he asked as he turned to face her.
When Isaac turned to face her, Natalie locked eyes with him, seeing the hurt that was playing across his eyes. She hated that he was hurting right now. She hated that she was the reason he was hurting, "Did you mean it when you said you didn't love me?" she asked bringing up his words that he had used during their argument last time. The words he had said after she had been unable to answer his question on Theodore's parentage then.
"I...yes," Isaac said as his voice faltered ever so slightly. Once he had spoken the words he moved his arm away from Natalie's grasp and he walked out the door, slamming it behind him.
Natalie frowned some and closed her eyes, a few tears coming down her cheeks again. She didn't know why it hurt to know he didn't love her. Hell she didn't love him either. She had just grown comfortable being his wife for ten years.
Shaking her head she opened her eyes and looked towards the steps where she saw Theodore standing. How long had he been there?
"Why do you always make daddy mad for?" Theodore asked, his words coming out harsh and demanding. "I hate you mom," he spat as he turned and ran back to his room.
Standing there dumbfounded, Natalie didn't even have time to reply to her son before he ran off. "Just fucking great," she muttered as she walked to the couch and sat down. She rarely used curse words, the only times she had used them in the past had been when she was in labor or well every argument she had with Isaac.
"Way to go Nat," she said to herself as she crossed her legs. "Hurt Isaac by revealing that you don't know if he fathered the kid he has raised for ten years and then make your son mad because he saw his daddy go out of the house mad," she muttered, really hating herself even more. She could be a total screw up at times and this was one of those times when she felt like a total screw up.
Standing from the couch after awhile, Natalie walked upstairs and into the bedroom. The bedroom that had been just hers for the last month and now would remain just hers. Going to the closet she took out her silk blue nightgown and quickly changed into it. Sleep would do her some good.
Going to the bed she turned the covers down and climbed in, pulling the covers over her. She hoped when she woke up that tomorrow would be nicer to her. That Theodore wouldn't be mad and that Isaac would maybe not be so hurt. Natalie knew though that the latter part of that would probably take longer than getting Theodore not to be mad at her.
Just as she had closed her eyes, Natalie heard the distinctive sound of her bedroom door opening and then the pitter patter of little feet.
"Mommy," Henry's voice whispered in the dark.
Natalie opened her eyes and could barely make out her son's shape in the dark room, "Yes baby?" she asked as she reached out and turned the lamp that was on the nightstand on.
Henry frowned and looked down before answering her, "Can I sleep in here?" he asked sticking his bottom lip out.
"Why do you need to sleep in here for?" Natalie asked as she propped up on her elbow. She knew sometimes Henry had nightmares but lately he had been doing good with sleeping on his own in the room he shared with Theodore.
"Cause I had a bad dream," Henry whispered again and he kept his face down.
"Fine," Natalie sighed a little reluctant. She could be a push over when it came to her kids. "Get in bed little man," she said as she scooted to the side of the bed where Isaac used to sleep.
Henry lifted his head and grinned, climbing into the bed beside his mommy, "How come daddy didn't stay?" he asked curiously as he snuggled into his mommy and closed his eyes.
Natalie chewed her lip at Henry's question, "He just couldn't little man," she said snuggling with him as well. Closing her eyes again she rubbed his back until she heard his breathing even out and she was sure he was asleep. Before she knew it, she too was asleep.
Natalie chewed on her lip nervously as she sat at the table after dinner. Isaac was upstairs putting Theodore and Henry to bed. Audrey had passed out during dinner, so Natalie had put her to bed then.
"Stop being so nervous," Natalie said to herself, hoping to ease the nerves that were playing in the pit of her stomach. She knew it was crazy to be nervous about talking to her husband, but she was nervous. She was terribly nervous.
Hearing footsteps coming down the stairs she knew it was Isaac. Who else would it have been?
"Nata?" Isaac asked as he walked into the kitchen.
Natalie looked up at Isaac and she chewed on her lip again. Damn nerves. She knew with her biting her lip that Isaac would be able to tell that she was nervous. It would a dead give away that she was indeed keeping a cold hard truth from him.
"Yes," Natalie spoke up as she stayed seated at the table. She hoped Isaac didn't want to go into another room. She was content sitting here at the table. At least if they were in the kitchen he would be more cautious at raising his voice when he spoke to her.
Isaac looked down and racked a hand through his hair, "I think we should talk about a few of the things from our last argument," he told her as he walked over to the table and sat down across from her.
Sighing, Natalie nodded, "Okay," she whispered not even sure he would hear her agreeing with him. "What exactly do you want to talk about from our last argument?" she asked though in her gut she had a feeling she knew exactly what it was he was going to bring up.
"I asked you if I was really Theodore's father," Isaac started as he looked away from Natalie. "You never even answered me Nata," he frowned finally looking up. "Am I his father?"
"Damn it Ike," Natalie sighed as she felt her heart start to hammer in her chest. She hated being right on what he was going to bring up. "Do you really have to ask that?" she asked though she knew he did. She had been with both Taylor and Zac as well. The timing was suspicious.
Isaac kept his frown, "Of course I have to ask. I mean your track record before we got together wasn't too stunning," he sighed. "I mean first Taylor as a one night stand and then let's not forget that you were seeing Zac, hell you began seeing him just days after your one night stand with Taylor," he said laughing some. "You don't have the best reputation and I'm not a fool, I know that you and Zac were last together just a mere week before you decided that you needed to bed me too."
Natalie stayed silent as Isaac listed her misdeeds, her transgressions. They were all mistakes she had made before she had became his wife. Before she had to marry him because of the bun in her oven, the bun that was now known as Theodore.
Running a hand through her brown locks, she debated on how to answer him, sure that her silence was speaking volumes for her, "I don't know if you are his father," she finally spoke and she was silently dreading his reaction now. He was known to have a temper and she was sure this information was enough to warrant it.
Isaac reached his hand up and wiped a few tears that had came out after Natalie's admission, "And you never planned on telling me that you didn't know?" he asked as he stood from the chair he was sitting in and began to pace back and forth. "You never decided to fucking tell me?!" he asked again, this time raising his voice.
Natalie watched as Isaac began to pace back and forth on the kitchen floor and she frowned, jumping ever so slightly when his voice rose, "I never could find the time," she said as she felt a lump form in her throat. She refused to break down in tears. She refused to cry in front of him, not when he was angry anyway.
"We were married for ten years Nata," Isaac said as he stopped pacing and turned to look at her. "Ten years. I'm pretty sure there were numerous times to bring it up, hell, you could have brought it up before I decided to do the right thing and make you my wife!" he spat out as he reached out and hit the table hard with his hand.
Jumping again when Isaac hit the table, Natalie stopped fighting the tears and let them come out, "You must have known Ike," she said using her soft voice. She was hoping it would calm him down. "I mean you were the one to ask me. You must have known something was off," she shrugged as she wiped a few of the tears away, though more kept coming.
Isaac shook his head and resumed his pacing, "I didn't know Natalie, at least not until I decided to read some of the fan gossip," he said knowing that sounded stupid. "I decided to read it and saw all the comments on how everyone though Theodore looked nothing like me. Then something clicked inside me."
Hearing how he had finally put the evidence together, Natalie couldn't help but frown. She knew Isaac usually tried to avoid the fan gossip, at least more so than Taylor and Zac did, "I'm sorry you had to find out that way," she said as she felt her tears finally stop, at least for the time being.
"So am I," Isaac whispered as he stopped pacing again. "I want a DNA test done on Theodore," Isaac stated his voice coming off calmer than it should have been. "I want a DNA test done as soon as possible," he whispered looking down. Turning his back to Natalie he began to walk away.
Natalie stood from her chair and walked after him, "Wait," she said as she reached out and grabbed his arm.
Isaac stopped walking when Natalie grabbed his arm, "What?" he asked as he turned to face her.
When Isaac turned to face her, Natalie locked eyes with him, seeing the hurt that was playing across his eyes. She hated that he was hurting right now. She hated that she was the reason he was hurting, "Did you mean it when you said you didn't love me?" she asked bringing up his words that he had used during their argument last time. The words he had said after she had been unable to answer his question on Theodore's parentage then.
"I...yes," Isaac said as his voice faltered ever so slightly. Once he had spoken the words he moved his arm away from Natalie's grasp and he walked out the door, slamming it behind him.
Natalie frowned some and closed her eyes, a few tears coming down her cheeks again. She didn't know why it hurt to know he didn't love her. Hell she didn't love him either. She had just grown comfortable being his wife for ten years.
Shaking her head she opened her eyes and looked towards the steps where she saw Theodore standing. How long had he been there?
"Why do you always make daddy mad for?" Theodore asked, his words coming out harsh and demanding. "I hate you mom," he spat as he turned and ran back to his room.
Standing there dumbfounded, Natalie didn't even have time to reply to her son before he ran off. "Just fucking great," she muttered as she walked to the couch and sat down. She rarely used curse words, the only times she had used them in the past had been when she was in labor or well every argument she had with Isaac.
"Way to go Nat," she said to herself as she crossed her legs. "Hurt Isaac by revealing that you don't know if he fathered the kid he has raised for ten years and then make your son mad because he saw his daddy go out of the house mad," she muttered, really hating herself even more. She could be a total screw up at times and this was one of those times when she felt like a total screw up.
Standing from the couch after awhile, Natalie walked upstairs and into the bedroom. The bedroom that had been just hers for the last month and now would remain just hers. Going to the closet she took out her silk blue nightgown and quickly changed into it. Sleep would do her some good.
Going to the bed she turned the covers down and climbed in, pulling the covers over her. She hoped when she woke up that tomorrow would be nicer to her. That Theodore wouldn't be mad and that Isaac would maybe not be so hurt. Natalie knew though that the latter part of that would probably take longer than getting Theodore not to be mad at her.
Just as she had closed her eyes, Natalie heard the distinctive sound of her bedroom door opening and then the pitter patter of little feet.
"Mommy," Henry's voice whispered in the dark.
Natalie opened her eyes and could barely make out her son's shape in the dark room, "Yes baby?" she asked as she reached out and turned the lamp that was on the nightstand on.
Henry frowned and looked down before answering her, "Can I sleep in here?" he asked sticking his bottom lip out.
"Why do you need to sleep in here for?" Natalie asked as she propped up on her elbow. She knew sometimes Henry had nightmares but lately he had been doing good with sleeping on his own in the room he shared with Theodore.
"Cause I had a bad dream," Henry whispered again and he kept his face down.
"Fine," Natalie sighed a little reluctant. She could be a push over when it came to her kids. "Get in bed little man," she said as she scooted to the side of the bed where Isaac used to sleep.
Henry lifted his head and grinned, climbing into the bed beside his mommy, "How come daddy didn't stay?" he asked curiously as he snuggled into his mommy and closed his eyes.
Natalie chewed her lip at Henry's question, "He just couldn't little man," she said snuggling with him as well. Closing her eyes again she rubbed his back until she heard his breathing even out and she was sure he was asleep. Before she knew it, she too was asleep.
