Iâll Be There - Yvette & Waylon
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Waylon smiled tightly at the nurse at the station, opening his mouth to ask where Yvette was, but before he could say a word, she had pointed to the right with a knowing smile and he nodded, moving on. He was late - he had wanted to surprise her with lunch, but the day had gotten away from him and now it was closer to dinner. But he came to see her anyway, knowing she had had to work late most nights this week, and he was growing even more moody than usual not being able to spend as much time with her.
When he rounded the corner, his steps stopped short. She was kissing another man, right there in the hallway. Just as she had kissed him, years prior. But Yvette wouldnât do that, something was wrong. He was kissing her. In an instant, Waylon was seeing red - angrier than he could ever remember being. His fists curled at his sides as he started again, lengthening his stride to get to them. He was intending to control himself, simply pull the man off of her and tell him to never come back.Â
But then she tried to push him away, and he pinned her down. Waylon grew angrier. When he spoke, his words flamed his anger even further, and without really planning on it, his fist connected with the side of his face as soon as he was close enough - putting enough force behind it to drop the man to the floor. He paused, turning to his wife, his eyes darting between hers, glare softening for just a moment as he made sure she was okay. He touched her cheek gently before he turned back to the man on the floor, grabbing him by the back of the collar and dragging him roughly into a sitting position. Waylon shoved him against the wall, hard, ignoring the way he sputtered and crouching down in front of him. âI believe she made it quite clear that your advances are not welcome.â












