I got home late. As always through the last 2 months. But now everything has changed. It will change. Today I committed a robbery with my friends. No more sleepless nights, no more arguments caused by stress, no more late homecomings. I'm going back to my wife. And my child. To you.

At 3 am I went to the bedroom. It was getting light outside because it was already summer. Fuck. I quietly hid the bag with the money I stole under the bed and then lay down in my dirty clothes next to my wife. Next to you. I would take you in my arms, but I'm too tired. I only dream of sleeping. Forgive me, my love. I rolled over and fell asleep immediately, dreaming as always - about you. Oh, and of course about our 9-month-old son.

I thought the sun rays breaking through the curtains would wake me up like always at 5 am. But I was wrong. I woke up at 4pm. I slept through most of the day. Damn. But I have to admit, I needed it. Your side of the bed has been cold for a long time, which means you've been up for a long time.

I lie there for another 5 minutes to enjoy the last moments of peace. I remember the bag of money I put under the bed. I have to hide it in the attic later. But that's not important now. After all, our house is quiet. Without any other people. Without Lilly and Jake and their 2-year-old daughter. No offense, I really like Jake and his wife and their little darling, but I also need some peace. Unfortunately, their daughter loves me and thinks I'm the best uncle, so when I'm around, she doesn't give me a moment's peace by following me around. After all, the rest of my friends are not in our house either. Gordon, John or Jesse. I love them, but sometimes I get tired of the noise. No time - I've never had enough of the noise, but everyone needs a break. Even my wife, who's had everything on her mind for the past 2 months. Home, work, our son and our falling apart relationship. Yes, these 2 months of my preparations for robbing the bank were not easy. I was never home, I did not pay attention to you or our son and when we did have a moment alone it always ended in arguments. Now I will do everything to make it up to you.

I enter the living room and immediately see my son sitting on the play mat. He was dressed in a blue onesie with dinosaurs, his big blue eyes - the same as yours focused on me when I knelt down next to him. A charming smile appeared on Flynn's little face. He was drooling a little but I took him in my arms anyway.

"Hey little boy. Were you good when daddy was gone?" I asked with a smile on my face.

I felt movement behind me so I stood up holding Flynn in my arms. My wife. You are standing in the entrance to the kitchen smiling gently. You are wearing a blue dress that matches your eyes. I hate you for how you make me feel. Before I met you, I was just a criminal who partied every night and got laid every day. I wasn't interested in love. There was no such thing for me. But you came along.

"I didn't want to wake you up. I know you must be tired. Are you hungry? There's still some dinner left." You say.

Damn. I wish I could apologize, kiss you, hug you and that's it. I hate this distance between us that I've created.

"Yes, you can serve me." I say as you disappear behind the wall into the kitchen.

I follow you in. You've put a plate of food on the table. You take Flynn from me so I can eat in peace, but I'm not hungry.

"Wait." I say. "Can I hug you?" I ask because I don't know if you want to. I've said so many hurtful words during our fights. But you still nod.

I hug you tightly but I'm careful not to crush Flynn. "I'm sorry. I love you so much. I'm so fucking sorry for everything. I'll fix this." I swear to you. I'd do anything for you, wife. And for our son.