Page 59 of Alec’s Dream

Macy shook her head and shoved her face deeper in Alec’s neck, burrowing closer. As fucking great as that felt, he couldn’t forget the circumstances that landed her in his arms.

“Macy, baby, you need to get it all out. Tell me.”

“No,” she croaked.

“You can’t bury this. It will eat away at you. It will rot your insides. Chafe and worsen until your anger and pain erupt. Let it out now. You’re safe here.”

“Aren’t you tired of my problems yet?”

“Macy, these aren’t your problems. You’re not creating them. What happened today is not your fault. The fucking prick brought this to you.”

“I hate him.”

Alec figured that was the first step in Macy purging all the shit she was bottling up. She needed to acknowledge that Doug was at fault, and it was okay to blame him.

“I know you do and I think that’s perfectly normal.”

“No, Alec, I hate him. I detest the man he is. He was a shitty husband, he’s a shitty father, he’s a shit human. I hate he’s the father of my children. There are days I wish him dead or that I’d never met him. What kind of person does that make me? One way I’m wishing my children away, the other option is that their father is dead.”

Macy's confession hit him square in the chest. She had no way of knowing he had similar feelings about Jaime, only his reality was the mother of his child was dead, and he couldn’t be sorry for it.

“What does it say about me that I married him? That I stayed after he cheated. Broken promise after broken promise. I knew he’d never change but I was too weak to leave. The entire marriage was a farce.”

“You’re being too hard on yourself. No one judges you for hating him, for wishing he was a good father. You’re not wishing them away, you’re a great mother. Everyone knows it but most importantly, they know it. Rory and Caleb know you love them.” Alec brushed some hair off her cheek and pressed a kissed on her forehead.

Macy’s head tipped back and glassy eyes stared up at him. Damn, he wanted to kiss her. Lay in bed and make out like a couple of teenagers forgetting her living room was full of people and their kids were waiting for them.

“I have to get up,” she said.

“Take your time. There’s no rush.”

“Caleb and Rory—”

“Are fine. You need to take a minute for you. Besides, Becky, Rob, Jameson, and Kennedy are out there with them. They’re being taken care of.”

Macy jolted and tried to scramble off Alec’s lap, causing him severe pain as her ass ground down on his cock.

“Babe!”

“I have to get up. My kids don’t know Jameson and Kennedy. Caleb…well… he’s… I don’t have time to explain what he is. Let me up.”

“They’re fine. Becky and Rob both know Jameson and Kennedy. When I came back, Rory was happily playing with Joss and Caleb was getting plates for pizza.”

“Jocelyn’s here?”

“That a problem?” His question came out harsher than he’d intended, but the way Macy’s eyes had rounded and her mouth had twisted pissed him off.

“Of course not.”

“Then why do you look so unhappy my daughter’s here?”

“Let me up.”

Macy shoved her hand against his chest trying to get free, but Alec held strong.

“No.”

“No?”