He was gone the next morning.
I woke up with the other side of the bed arranged and cold, like he was never there to begin with.
Of course, he left. What did I expect to begin with? Him cuddling me and touching my hair and shit????
My heart fluttered at the image. Fuck pregnancy hormones.
I huffed softly under my breath, pushing myself up into a sitting position, the blanket sliding down to pool around my waist.
So much for "we'll deal with it tomorrow' when he fucking plans on doing it himself. I shouldn't have expected less from someone who disappeared for four whole days.
My bare legs touched the floor, sending cold sensation through my whole body. I almost decided to say fuck it abd bury myself back underneath the warmth of the blanket but the pressing need to be active overwhelmed that urge.
I shut the bathroom door behind me, turning the lock with a soft click before leaning back against it for a second, closing my eyes.
Just a second.
