In Too Deep

𝟙𝟛- 𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕆𝕦𝕥

Callie's POV

*TW*

I wake up beside Micheal, still sleeping, thank god I got back home before he did. But he did come home drunk as anything for the past two nights. Why has he been going out to bars recently? He never drank that much before. Maybe this whole baby and no baby thing is messing him up. I don't know if I should bring it up, I don't want to fight again.

So I just lie beside him, and stare, until he wakes up. The sun hits his eyes, waking him up, to see me staring at him.

He smiles, "Good Morning, beautiful."

"Morning," I smile, then kiss his forehead.

"I don't want to go to work today." He says, putting his hand on my waist. "I just want to lay here with you."

"You have to go to work babe, you love cooking anyway. When you get there you'll forget about me, while you cook all your great food." I say.

"How could I forget about my love?" He says rhetorically.

"Go get ready, or you'll be late." I say, giving him a kiss.

"Alright," He says, giving me another kiss, and finally getting out of bed, and he heads into the bathroom.

I go downstairs and start to make pancakes for breakfast.

As Micheal walks down the stairs, I pour the warm maple syrup over three pancakes to feed Micheal. He comes over and grabs the plate, and starts to dig in with a silver fork.

"Soooo.. Could you come to a work event with me?" I ask, moving my fork in the leftover syrup.

"Maybe. When is it?"

"The 27th, 6-11." I inform.

"Then yeah, I'll come." He agrees.

"OK thanks."

We both eat our pancakes together, and once finished, Micheal leaves for work.

I get ready and drive down to my office. The work day feels long and boring. No texts from Marshall, I just catch up on all my files. Marshall said he was going to text me. What happened? Do I text him? No. No, I don't.

The work day finishes, and I drive myself back home, listening to music in the car. Of course an Eminem song comes on the radio, "Love The Way You Lie", reminding me all over again about Marshall. I've loved this song ever since it came out, so I sing along.

Half-way through the second verse I hear my phone buzz, against the passenger seat. I wait till I get to a red-light to look at my phone. I see a message from Marshall.

M: Hey. Sorry I didn't call, I've been recording, and we might have to have another meeting because I might do an album but I'm not sure. Anyways I cant meet up tonight, I have to leave town. But I'll be back tomorrow night, cya then ;).

C: Alright have a safe flight.

Maybe this is for the best. I can't get too attached. I can't see him every night. He can't be my biggest priority. And he mentioned a new album. I haven't legalized an album for Marshall before. He is one of the biggest artists out there, perhaps this will be interesting.

Back home I get into my comfy clothes and watch TV.

Time passes all the way to 11pm and Micheal is still not home. I get my phone and I call him. The phone picks up but it's not Micheals voice I hear.

"Hey Callie, It's Matt, uh Micheal kinda is uh blacked out."

"What?" I say, worried and started to get angry.

"He kept saying something about you but I don't really know what it was, I'm going to come and drop him off. If that's cool with you?" Matt says.

"Yeah that's fine, he better hope he's still passed out when he gets here." I say then hang up the phone.

I can't believe that he went out to get drunk. Again, and blacked out to the point where his friend had to bring him home.

About 30 minutes pass until I hear a car pull into the driveway. I look out the window and see Matt's truck. I walk out the door and Matt gets out of the driver's seat. "He's in the back." He says.

He opens the back door and Micheal is laying down. "Bro I can't help you anymore. You gotta go home, to your wife." Matt says, kneading Micheal's arm. "Man, fuck that."

Matt is a gym freak so he's very strong and fit. He pulls Micheal out of the truck and Micheal leans on him. Matt walks him inside and to the couch.

"Thank you, Matt. Really." I say hugging him.

"It's no problem, but this isn't good for him. What's happening?" Matt asks.

I sigh and drop my head. "It just feels like everything I'm doing is wrong. He wants kids right now but I just don't think this the best time. Then he thinks I'm cheating.''I cry.

He pulls me into a hug. "It's going to be okay. You'll figure this all out."

"He's been out drinking for the past three nights and hasn't come home till the middle of the night. I just don't know if I'm happy here with him anymore." I cry into his chest.

We talk for a bit then he leaves. I cover Micheal in a blanket and let him sleep on the couch. I go upstairs and get in my bed. I take a deep breath of disappointment. Why did this have to happen? I don't want a drunk husband coming home every night passed out in his best friend's car. I want to be able to come home to someone who wants to tell me about their day and wants to know about mine.

I want someone to appreciate every part about me and to listen to me and my points. Micheal is being selfish with this baby thing. I understand I told him how I wanted kids when we got married, But i don't want the kid to live in a household with a working man that comes home drunk every night.

I think and think until I tire myself out and fall asleep to the rain hitting my window.