Well that was definitely not right. She certainly didn’t get to march off into the night in a foreign country by herself. Not when she was angry. No, last time – and Millie clearly remembered that – it certainly hadn’t worked out for the person in question. Glowering at the table, Keiran pushed his chair back and shoved his way through the people between him and the exit. They sure as hell weren’t coming back here, reservation or not. If they were even going to make it through the holiday, that is. His footfalls were undoubtedly heavy enough to catch her attention as she started down the steps leading to the waterline.
Didn’t she get it? None of this was pinned on her, exactly, so much as the wrong choices he had made in the past year. A job he hated because he refused to work for the Ministry had led to his inability to be home when she was away. When he was home at the same time she was, Millie almost always ended up getting up to something with the twins. He wasn’t complaining – it was bloody adorable, quite frankly. But it meant that he, who wanted his kids to know exactly how important they were (he wasn’t going to let them end up like Avery with all of her fears and wrong reactions to things), didn’t know how to. His wife so clearly had it down, but whenever he saw that, and noted how little time he’d been able to spend with them, Keiran couldn’t quite find his footing. Thus, his attempts to understand the kids as well as the basics of fathering had often been done in the few moments he had alone with them. Why embarrass himself in front of her when she seemed to have it all in hand without him?
It all went back to the explanation he gave the Christmas before last, when Aiden had been killed. It didn’t matter if Millie or anyone else told him to change. He had been the same way for over twenty-five years and there wouldn’t be some overnight change. Not after he failed to keep her from the problem with the Ministry and their school. Or after he’d failed to find a job that didn’t suck, royally. Yes, it was his fault. But she really hadn’t seen his attempts? His frustration when he couldn’t do right by her?
Hell, if this was what he got for trying…
No, he couldn’t just let her leave. His steps fell more quickly as they reached the turn off for the water, trying to discern what she would or would not allow. If she thought he was just going to let her leave like that she was mad. She had to expect some sort of retaliation, verbally. Clearly she wouldn’t be letting him close enough to touch her.
When they reached the waterline, Keiran waited until she had picked a spot to head over and stand a safe distance away, hands in his pockets. Looking out over the water felt a bit more comfortable than looking at his wife, but that certainly wouldn’t help. Thinking back to previous arguments, Keiran knew that he had to keep the conversation focused on him and his wrongdoings. Starting off with something directed at her wouldn’t work. Indeed, he had to keep his use of ‘you’ to a minimum.
“Millie, it’s not like I planned this,” he started, voice as gentle as he could manage through his mix of fear and confusion. “Do you – do you remember when I found out? About Liam and Kelly?” He asked, turning to face her. “I didn’t say anything at the time because you’d just told me that I didn’t have to change for people. But of course I do, Mills. I don’t know how to be a father, and I’m never around when you or the twins need me. I have this shit job that I hate, and any time I’m home you’re just… you’re so good with them. And I’m really not. So why would I take away from time when they could spend with someone who knows what they’re doing?”
Sighing, Keiran lowered himself into the sand. Maybe her feeling taller, bigger than him would help. He had no clue what he was doing if he were being honest, and he was pretty sure he’d ruined the trip, if not everything else.
“You’re right, though,” he admitted grudgingly. “You’ve got more on your plate than you should have to. If I didn’t have this deal with the Ministry maybe I would just go work there instead and make things easier. But clearly,” he added, a sudden spark of anger returning and jabbing at him. “Clearly any efforts I’ve made have gone unnoticed.”
Looking over at her again, Keiran could hear her words racing through his mind again, a frown falling over his face once more. “I have no idea how it’s possible that I could only want you for that, Millie, when through all of this I’ve been so loathe to push anything and scare you off. Even the idea that you’re still upset at Avery is ridiculous at this point; I’ve never seen her better off, treated better, or happier than she is with Robin and there’s no way in hell I don’t want the same thing for us. Why is it that nothing I say ever sounds right to you?”
Apparently, his attempts at keeping his attack focused on himself were failing. Now he just felt tired – in the sense that he couldn’t quite believe that they were having the discussion they had over a year ago, just with the added factor of children making it more complicated.
“You want me to do the laundry, Millie? Because I will. Honestly, it’s not even a big deal. I’ll do all the damn laundry. It’s amazing, actually, how little you really seem to know me after all this time. It’s been a good year and a half and yet you don’t see that I’m standing there not knowing how to add myself into the Mille-Liam-Kelly equation. Or that I come home after they’re asleep and get so mad at myself that I can’t even talk to you because I know you’re angry, too.” Groaning, Keiran’s head fell against his palms as they were propped against his knees. “Regardless of the fact that this is all pinned on me, it certainly doesn’t get easier when the knowledge that I’m not doing well enough for you – for the kids – is staring me in the face every night. It really doesn’t. Frankly, I’ve been waiting for you to go off at me for a while, now.”