Rough Patch || Carly & Grey
“We don’t talk enough,” I sigh as I put down the bags of groceries on the counter. I’m not in the mood to argue tonight. I’ve been feeling sicker than usual. All I want to do is cook dinner, take a shower and go to bed. That of course isn’t going to happen. He wants to talk now, but I’m completely emotionally drained from trying to talk to him. He’s always away for business and he never talks to me anymore.
“What do you want to talk about Grey?” He crossed his arms and sat down at the bar. I put away the groceries as he started to talk.
“Why are you ignoring me? What did I do wrong?”
“What did you do wrong? You always ignore me. So don’t hit me with the, “why are you ignoring me” bullshit. You are always at work and when I want to talk, you go “can’t I’m busy,” what am I supposed to do? Our relationship is hanging on by a thread and it’s physically and emotionally exhausting for me to try and keep up. Have you even thought about what might be going on in my life? Cause you don’t seem to think about me anymore Grey? I’m not going to compete with some job if you’re even at work on late nights,” by this point tears are running down my face and I’m feeling nauseous. I know why but I’m not going to tell him. Not now at this moment at least.
“Don’t be like this,” he whispered.
“Don’t be like what? Honest? That’s what you’re supposed to do in relationships. Be honest,” He sighed and stood up. He walked around the counter and pulled me into a hug and kissed my forehead.
“I got a promotion at work, it’s been stressing me out and I have a lot more on my plate than I did before. You are right I only thought about myself and didn’t think about you at all when I should be putting your needs first before my work. I’m sorry I’ve been pushing you away. I didn’t know how to handle everything and I should have put you first like I said. I love you Carly and now that I’m looking at you, like really looking at you I can see you’re emotionally done with my shit. I’m sorry baby. You’re paler than usual, you look like you’ve lost weight and you look like you’re going to be sick at any moment, so tell me, what’s wrong?” More tears fell as I gripped at the back of his shirt not knowing what was going to happen when I told him.
“I’m pregnant,” I felt his muscles tense in his back. He didn’t pull away; he only rubbed my back and whispered in my ear.
“I love you, you’re really amazing, you know that?” He kissed my forehead once more and pulled away holding me at arms length away to look over my face. He gave me a smile and looked me over before pulling me back in a hug.
I think we’re going to be okay.