Favor Jennifer - make up with the wife

His heart jumped out of his chest, he reacted in panic - “Jesus, umm Jennifer I’m sorry! I can explain I swear to god Peyton isn’t… um..”

Jake looked around and realized his impulse decision no where to be found in the room. The door opened slowly instead to reveal the diminutive babysitter in a flower dress, breakfast plates in hand and a look of anger on her face.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You swear to god I’m not what Jake?” She demanded. He looked shocked and cornered, the baby started crying just as sage pork sausage links landed on the ground. She stormed back to the hall, shattering the glass plates against the wall. He rushed after her, nearly slipping on the angry yolk trail left in her wake.

“Peyton!” He shouted, rounding the corner to see her in the living room sobbing uncontrollably. She was an emotional wreck, muttering something unintelligible under her tears. His eyes watched in concern as she handled the remains of broken breakfast plate in hand - a wicked shard of ceramic graced her fingers edges. The pressure of her finger grazing up and down it’s jagged edge made him worried, after all in some ways he didn’t really know her that well not what she could be capable of. Thin red lines scratched there way in her skin as she loudly cried regret, anger and loathing.