Captain John Price

John wasn’t a big fan of the divorce. That being said, most people aren’t big fans of divorce. He just wasn’t sure about it. Of course he hadn’t been the husband he strived to be, he hadn’t been the man that you deserved and desired so badly — but, god, he thought you’d give him a chance. Especially with the little one already two years old.

He lingered around your flat too long when he came to pick his son up on weekends and rotating weekday’s. Always asking you questions, always prodding. You had to walk him to his truck most days, rolling your eyes and practically pushing him into the driver seat.

If you didn’t, he’d sleep at your place. Your son had caught you both in the mornings one too many times, your ex - husband’s arms slung over your body as it lied away from him, snoring into your nape.

"The kid doesn’t know anythin', love, he’s too young to remember shit like that, anyway," He grumbles while you push him to get dressed.