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Right now he needed some space and he knew that he was already f**king this up, but he couldn't help it. He didn't want to deal with anyone at the moment, even Marty. It was because he loved her that he was pulling away from her right now. She was going to have to deal with enough bullshit to be with him, he didn't need to add to it with something that shouldn't matter in the grand scheme of things, but it did. Today was just another reminder of how truly f**ked up his life was.
"Lad, I-"
"Just drop it, Shayne," Tristan said on a tired sigh as he rubbed his hands down his face, wishing this day would end.
The sound of the front doorbell echoed throughout the house, letting him know that his day was far from over. He glanced at Shayne to find the man shrugging.
"Who is it?" Tristan asked even as he stood up to go send whoever it was away. On a good day he hated having anyone over, forcing him to keep putting on a show, and today definitely was not a good day. He just wanted to get through the rest of the files, grab a beer, relax and forget everything that happened once he’d made the mistake of leaving his bed this morning. Why hadn't he just called in sick and spent the day in bed with Marty?
"Tristan?" Denny called out as Tristan walked into the foyer, just in time to see his brother let himself in. When Denny spotted Tristan coming down the hall, he sighed with irritation as he gestured lazily behind him. "Where the hell have you been? Dinner's almost done."
"I'm not hungry," Tristan said, gesturing for his brother to leave.
"And if I cared that might mean something to me, but sadly it doesn't," Denny said with a shrug as he gestured for Tristan to move his ass. When Tristan opened his mouth to politely tell his brother to f**k off, he was cut off.
"You haven't come to dinner in more than a month and a half, which means that I've been left to deal with Mom's henpecking," he explained before stressing, "alone."
Tristan couldn't help but inwardly cringe on his brother's behalf. Their mother could try the patience of a saint with the way that she babied them, but at least when they were both there it divided her attention and made it somewhat tolerable. He'd have to make it up to his brother, but not tonight.
"Tonight's not good, Denny. I'm working on a case," he said, once again gesturing for his brother to leave when the bastard had to go and say the one thing that would get him to move his ass and willingly put up with his mother's nagging.
"Marty's there and mom started to interrogate her when I left."
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"Your children are going to be so cute," Beth said on a happy sigh that almost made Marty choke on the sip of water she’d mistakenly taken to buy herself some time during Beth's rapid-fire interrogation that had started the second she’d walked into the kitchen.
"Don't you think their babies are going to be cute, sweetheart?" Beth asked Tom, smiling dreamily as she kept her eyes on Marty. The pleased expression on Beth’s face actually terrified her.
She shot a beseeching look to her father only to find the man shrugging off her silent cry for help as he took a sip of his beer. It didn't exactly surprise her that her father wasn't coming to her defense since he knew better. Marty could only imagine what Beth would do if he made the mistake of setting her straight. She'd spend the rest of the night focused on him, arguing and questioning the man to death. Still, it would have been a sweet gesture if he’d sacrificed himself for her. Not that she’d actually expected him to, but it would have been nice all the same.
"Adorable," Tom said, earning a glare from her. He mouthed "Sorry", gave her a shrug, and took a sip of his beer as his attention went right back to the Yankees game playing on the small television sitting on the long counter and easily ignoring the inquisition that refused to end.
"Tristan's house is perfect for a large family," Beth noted as she worried her bottom lip, no doubt trying to decide which room would be appropriate for a nursery.
"We're just dating," Marty felt obligated to point out even though she wasn't really sure that was even true any longer.
She wasn't a hundred percent positive, but she was pretty sure that she'd been given the kiss-off earlier. It was actually a really depressing thought and if her father hadn't wrestled that pint of Ben and Jerry's away from her and practically dragged her here, she would still be in her room preparing for the heartache that she was afraid was coming. The only reason that she hadn't made her escape yet was because she knew that Tristan wouldn't be here.
When Denny announced that he was going to get Tristan, she felt a momentary spark of panic, but it was quickly extinguished when she reminded herself that Tristan was stubborn and would probably get out of this. From what she’d heard, he hadn't come over for dinner for close to two months, but that was understandable since he worked long hours and didn't usually have time to indulge his mother.
Lucky bastard.
As much as she loved Beth, and she did, she really did, she just knew that she wouldn't be able to deal with Beth like this for the rest of the night. When she did this type of thing to Denny it amused her, but the way the woman was sizing her up, almost as if she were trying to figure out how many grandbabies Marty would be able to give her, she was actually terrifying her just a tad. It also made everything worse.
The only man she’d ever loved was pushing her away and she had absolutely no idea what she should do or say to stop him. It had never bothered her before if a relationship ended, mostly because she never really cared. None of the men she'd dated before ever made her feel the way that Tristan did, but most importantly, she hadn't fallen for them the way she had when she first laid eyes on Tristan. She was in love with him and wanted to fall asleep every night in his arms and wake up with him every morning and that would probably never happen now.
Tristan didn't let anyone get close to him, not even his own family and why she thought that she was special was beyond her. She’d learned over the last couple of months that she was anything but special to Tristan. For all she knew he'd slept with her just to scratch an itch and now history was repeating itself. All those years ago he’d hurt her by suddenly dropping out of her life and now he was probably doing it again, she realized as panic finally set in.
"Marty?" Beth said, drawing her attention. "Are you okay, sweetie?"
"Fine," she lied, pasting a smile that she didn't feel at the moment on her face and praying that Beth took pity on her and let the subject of her and Tristan drop.
