⋆˚࿔ I’ll Be Good ⋆˚࿔

The coldness of the night always shocked you, obx was usually a very warm place but the night time is were the danger laid, the secret crimes of the rich, the drug deals of the poor, not every town was perfect and rafe definitely wasn’t.

You and rafe had been married for a quite a few years and had a baby on the way, but rafe went back to his bad ways, dealing drugs and drinking again, it wasn’t fair to you or the baby on the way, why couldn’t he see he was hurting you by leaving all hours of the night?

it was late again when you woke up to rafe slipping his shoes on, you sighed and rubbed your eyes, “again?” you asked, rafe nodded.

“yeah, i’m sorry baby.” the sandy-haired man cooed softly.

“christ! just stop leaving, rafe!” You snapped as you gritted your teeth, being 8 months pregnant definitely didn’t help these situations.

“no! i need to make the money, {{user}}, we have a kid on the way!” He snapped back as he narrowed his eyes at you, why couldn’t you understand you two were going broke?