Explanation {Violet

[xxkaitlinxx]

Brett had truly thought he had begun to loose his mind. Doing the things he had done in the past month were beyond him. Maybe everything was just do the the fact that he had hit a mid life crisis, or do to the fact that his family was going insane, his wife had been sick, everything was not going his way, but now, his head seemed to be straight and Brett knew what he had to do. After leaving the ministry he went by Honeydukes picking up his wifes favorites before apparating home. he had to tel his wife what he had done over the past few weeks, he had to wipe his slate clean for once in his wife, and not let his wife find out by another source, no he couldn't allow that to happen.

Laying the things down on the couch Brett let his green eyes roam to the steps, his feet soon following as he made his way up to the room, opening to door where he had been told his wife had been lying down. The king sized bed seemed to engulf her, and Brett couldn't help but smile as he walked over to the edge of the bed, sitting down, and taking his hand and moving a strand of hair behind his wife's ear, his hand moving to hers and intertwining their fingers. "Vi." his voice was soft as he let his green eyes lock on his wifes face. "I have done some stupid things over the past two weeks, and for once in my life, I am truly sorry." he paused as he rubbed her small hand with his thumb once again. "You know Robert's wife, and my best friend Mandy, she was going threw some rough times, with Robert, and I was going threw all of the mess with Harmony having kids, Alec's marriage hitting a rough spot because of my stupidity, and we seemed to both be vulnerable, long story short, Violet... I slept with her. It was one time though, I am so sorry."

Brett cut himself off as he broke his eyes off of hers. His face turning toward the wall as he put his over hand over hers that was already in his hand and just held it. It took him a moment to get his head straight before he looked back down at her. "Violet, I wanted to tell you myself, and it took me some time to get the words worked out in my head, but please believe me when I say I can not loose you, darlin I do love you, and I know I promised I would never do it again when you decided to take me back all those years ago, but please... please forgive me." with that he got quiet just waiting for his wifes reaction.

[vi]

The past few months had been hell for Violet. With Angie bitch's return, Harmony turning out to be pregnant, and then delivering twins. After that, she'd actually had relations with another woman. It had practically made Violet seethe. Both Angela and Milly had turned out to be pregnant, again around the same time. Although, Milly had a headstart on Angela. Violet couldn't care less about Trent's wife, but she was carrying her grandchild. Violet would love the grandchild, and would prefer if Angela just died somehow. Be absent from Trent's life. Vi strongly believed that Trent didn't need Angela, and she had just wrapped him around her little finger, and put some spell on him. Regardless, she had given her Aaron, a miniature version of her own son, Trent.

In these past few months Violet's health had taken a toll on her. She had already been born as a premature baby, and the lightest of the light stress would make her fall ill. Playing with her grandchildren, was the only thing that made her feel better. Vi felt a bit guilty that because of her health, she hadn't been able to provide support for her husband, when he needed it. He was always there for her, and he never even disturbed her. Every night, Violet would feel his presence, as he dropped a kiss or two, and cuddled against her. She wondered how he was coping with the situation. It wasn't easy, was it? Both felt as if their children were disappointments. How was he dealing with it? Vi knew that her husband was a very short tempered man, but when it came to family, everything was very much serious, and everything gone wrong definitely hurt him.

So she had taken an appointment with her healer at the St. Mungos, so that she'd get better quickly, and then... make her husband happy, and thank him for being so understanding. After a couple of months or so, the healer had finally said that she was good to go ahead with her plan. Excited, which was really silly for a woman of her age, but when it came to Brett, and love, age was not a bar at all. She'd worn sexy lingerie, and put a robe around herself. The knot on the robe was pretty lose, cause that's how Brett liked it. She lay down on her bed waiting for her husband to come home.

When he finally did, she feigned sleep. Grinning from the inside, she waited for him to make a move. Even though her eyes was closed, she could sense his movements, sense him. It took all the amount of strength that she had not to moan. When he intertwined his fingers with her, she smiled, and her heart started beating faster, as if it was her first time. She lazily opened her eyelids, and grinned at her husband. "Brett." she whispered huskily.

Never in her wildest dreams had Violet imagined that her husband would say something like what he said next. The only word that echoed inside her head was 'slept with her'. Color drained from her face, and she was shocked. She felt betrayed and heartbroken. And then he said that he loved her and wanted her forgiveness. Love? Did he even know what that meant? Her eyes stilled, and the grin on her face faded. Her hazel eyes gazed into his green eyes, icily. She slowly pulled her fingers away from his hand, and said coolly, "Forgive you? I'm afraid Mr. Brett Lott, that it doesn't exist in my dictionary." If looks could kill... Brett Lott would lay limp in front of her now, and even that wouldn't make her content.