You're Mine

chapter 53

"Alright. Then, where do you guys go from here?", Dr. Brato challenged, seeing the confusion on her client's face, which meant that she hadn't given it a thought yet. "Well, what kind of sex was it?", she decided to help her out a little bit.

"Hot...rough. He wanted me to just shut up, I guess. Get some satisfaction or something.", the neurosurgeon replied, biting her lower lip as she realized that it might had been a mistake to sleep with her boyfriend.

"Okay and what has happened romantically between you two ever since? Weren't you supposed to have a first date on Saturday?", the therapist wanted to know, her eyes fixated on the way her counterpart lowered her head at that.

"Not much.", she admitted honestly. "We went back to acting like nothing happened and didn't have the date. I had the nightmare in the middle of last night and I got to sleep in his arms, that's it."

"So, what is your current goal, Amelia? What are you trying to achieve by cooking lunch for him?", the brunette dug deeper, trying to get some kind of emotion out of her. She looked sad about not having had a weekend filled with love, but she just wouldn't open up.

"He's still mad at me and I am trying to make him like me again.", her client let her know, turning off the stove and putting the cover onto the pan, so the food wouldn't get cold until half of her family was back.

"Does none of this make you sad? The fact that he didn't want to listen to your apology and had sex with you instead? Or that the person you love cancelled a date because you hurt him? You seem to have wanted more romantic interaction during the weekend.", Dr. Brato wouldn't give up.

"Look, yes it hurts. But I have three kids and with Teddy sleeping in between us trying to make sure we don't screw this up, I guess I just rolled with it, you know?", Amelia answered. "And if he wants to stay mad at me and keep ignoring my apologies, he should. I might be cooking for him right now, but I am also trying to feed my children. So, if he comes home and cannot appreciate this, my kids will."

"Fine. Our time's up for today and I believe you already know your goal for Wednesday. Figure things out with Owen and don't sleep with him again. If you want him to give you love, you can just try to give him love first. Great process, Amelia. Bye!", her therapist said, smiling at her client before she left.

"MOMMY!", Layla beamed about five minutes later after her father had let her in and was currently taking off Leo's jacket and shoes and his own. "I've missed you!", she told her mother as she ran into her arms to hug her.

"I've missed you too, my sweet baby!", the brunette said, kissing her daughter's cheek. "Go wash your hands, angel!", she softly ordered, watching her five-year-old leave the room to do what she had been told. "Hi, Leo-bear!", she greeted her son and embraced him, kissing his head. "Hey!", she smiled at her boyfriend.

"Hi!", the redhead said before he turned to the counter to take his kids' lunchboxes out of their tiny backpacks. "You cooked?", he wondered, very surprised by the freshly made tasty looking dish on the stove.

"Yeah.", his girlfriend shyly confirmed, getting back up to lift her baby into his chair and push Layla towards the table once she was sitting in hers. "I wanted to do something nice for you...to surprise you."

"Thank you.", Owen's face lit up as he walked over to her to plant a sweet kiss on her lips. "I am very happy about it.", he informed her, getting the plates ready while the neurosurgeon took care of preparing the drinks.

"Yum!", their one-year-old grinned cutely as he kept shoving the food into his mouth with his hands. He loved eating by himself, which meant every time he ate, the table ended up being a mess.

"Agreed!", his sister nodded and even wanted a second plate of lunch, which was very rare. Their reactions made their mother beam. She was glad that her decision to cook for her family was paying off.

"Extremely tasty.", her boyfriend joined in, smiling gratefully. "How was your session today?", he wondered, slowly ready to forgive her for hurting him on Friday. "What did you talk about?"

"It was fine.", Amelia vaguely shrugged, getting sad once she thought back to it. "We spoke about my move her, about when James kidnapped me, the nightmare, and about Friday.", she replied. "Can you get the kids ready for their nap while I do the dishes?", she changed the topic.

"Sure.", the trauma surgeon agreed. "You seem sad.", he shared his observations from earlier once he came back into the kitchen to find out if she needed help. "Why are you sad?", he wanted to know, gently taking his girlfriend's hands in his to caress them with his thumbs.

"Because I was a bitch to you. And I know that...but I keep trying to apologize and well, you won't accept it. You haven't kissed me since Friday when you chose to fuck me instead of listening to my apology.", the brunette vulnerably explained, staring down at their hands. "I mean, you just pecked my lips but that's not enough for me.", she mumbled.

"Well, you seemed to enjoy the sex when it happened.", Owen sighed, scared that he had forced her to pretend to like it and that she actually hadn't. "And I was angry at you for saying those words to me, babe. But I realize I might have been unfair too."

"I did. But during my session today, Dr. Brato made me think back to it and you didn't sleep with me out of love. You wanted your annoying girlfriend to shut up.", the neurosurgeon reminded him sadly. "And then you cancelled our date."

"Come here, I'm sorry!", the redhead apologized, feeling guilty now. He wrapped her in a hug and kissed her head. "I should have let you talk to me instead of having sex with you. But I didn't stop loving you, honey. So, it wasn't not out of love. We'll have our date soon, okay?", he suggested, feeling her nod against him.