Warnings: Cheating, talk of infertility, mild violence
Summary: Jensen never cleans out his pockets.
Author’s Note: Written for @impala-dreamer ’s Tell Me an Angsty Drabble Challenge. I needed something to motivate me and this idea smacked me between the eyes. Please note this is a work of fiction and if you can’t remember that while reading, please fuck off. You don’t own Jensen, Danneel does. Don’t police me.
Receipts in pockets, you were always finding receipts in Jensen’s pockets when you did laundry and after ten year together it made you crazy. The pair of jeans you held in your hands however did not have a receipt in the pocket.
Your thumbs smoothed over the glossy photo in your hand, a 3D imagine of a baby’s face staring back up at you. Along the top of the image were size measurements but also details about the baby. 32 weeks and 4 days; a girl.
“What is this?” you whispered to yourself. The ultrasound didn’t make any sense to you. You weren’t pregnant, a fact that had hunted you for the last 5 years of trying to get pregnant with your husband.
With you bottom lip worried between your teeth, you stared at the image until you were startled by the deep timber of your husband’s voice.
“Hey babe, have you seen my….” He stopped short, his olive stare locking on the picture in your hand. “Baby, I can explain.”
Those four words were enough to have your heart shatter in your chest and tears cloud your eyes.
“She’s yours.” It wasn’t a question and Jensen dropped his head in shame.
“Ash and I, we never meant for this to happen.”
“Ashley? My best friend? The one I threw a baby shower for last weekend?” Your voice cracked and you shook your head in disbelief. “How long-when-oh god.” Bile rose in your throat and you fought it back pressing the backside of your hand to your mouth, the baby photo fluttering to the ground.
Jensen stooped down to retrieve the picture, standing slowly and trying to close the gap between you but you stepped away, your back hitting the wall next to the dryer.
“Don’t. Don’t touch me.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, tears freely starting to fall from your stinging eyes. A thousand thoughts ran through your mind making it hard to pick just one. “How did this happen? Was I not enough? Because I can’t get pregnant? Why, Jensen? Why?!”
The raise in your voice made him flinch and tears started tracking down his own cheeks.
“It’s not you. Y/N, I swear you did nothing wrong. I love you.”
“Nice way to show your love,” you hiccuped.
“We didn’t mean to do this. It just happened. Working all last summer at the brewery together, taste testings, it just happened. I’m sorry baby, please forgive me.”
“Last summer? You’ve been, since last summer!” Rage bloomed hot in your belly and you struck out at Jensen, your fists making contact with his chest in a blur of useless punches, your vision swimming behind tears of grief. “How could you? How could you? I loved you. You said you loved me. You promised me!” Your arms grew heavy and Jensen caught you as you sagged forward in exhaustion.
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