The One

Chapter 23: Make-Up Sex?

Emily's POV

I woke up in the middle of the night to light cries. It literally couldn't have been any later that 4 in the morning.

But who was crying and most importantly, why were they crying?

I got up from my bed and quietly followed the sobbing sounds to the guest room. When I spot who it was, my heart dropped.

"A-Alison? I whisper out.

I see my girlfriend jump when I called her name, probably scaring her. "E-Em? What are you doing up? Go back to sleep baby" she says through sobs as she turns her back to me.

"Babe what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I ask while walking my way to sit on the bed next to her.

"I had a n-nightmare"

"Why didn't you just wake me up then?" I ask a bit confused.

"I didn't want to bother you. You love your sleep. Besides its stupid" She answers wiping away her tears.

"It's not stupid. Not if it's making you cry like this. Now tell me whats wrong. Maybe I can help you somehow?" I ask as I pull her into me for a light hug. Man I missed her touch so much.

That only causes her to start crying again. "I had a dream we broke up. And and th-that you d-didn't love me a-anymore"

Seeing her this hurt over a breakup that hasn't even happened made me realize what I had. I mean, how could I have been such a brat to my girlfriend. She clearly loves me so much and all I did was take her for granted.

I start rubbing her back slowly. "Babe that's not gonna happen. I love you. I'm not gonna let the best thing I have in my life slip away just like that"

Shit! Did I really just accidentally turn this whole situation all about me? "I know I haven't been treating you like how you should be. I-I'm just scared. I don't really know how to be with another woman. I'm not used to any of this at all"

Fuck! Why do I just keep saying nothing but excuses to her? I seriously have got to stop putting my feet in my mouth when I talk.

Alison then starts to sob even more. "S-so you do re-regret being w-with me?" she stutters out between cries.

"What? No babe. Never. I know I've kinda.. Maybe been a bitch to you lately but I really don't mean to be. It's just that when I get cranky I turn into a meanie. Sometimes it's even worse then when I PMS. I guess I really am just a kid when it comes to love. I just don't get it. I've never really had it growing up so I'm still learning" I say kind of laughing. At this point I'm just saying anything that comes to mind in order to try and make her stop crying.

"Yeah I guess you do act like a baby at times. But you're my baby" she lightly laughs, giving me a peck on the lips. "Except when you get bitchy, then you can be someone else's" she adds with that adorable giggle of hers.

"Awe I see how it is then" I say in mock horror.

"Whatever baby. Now come on, let's go get you back to sleep. I don't want to have to deal with your cranky butt later on today" she says getting up from the bed, leading me to our bedroom next door.

"Ali?"

"Yes baby" she answers.

"Um can we maybe do something else besides sleep?" I ask her shyly.

"Oh? And what may that something be?" she asks seductively.

"You know?" I answer trying to avoid actually saying.