𝔼𝕝𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕦𝕞- 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤; 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕖.
Y/N Rhodes was Connor's younger sister and primed to take over the family business. A misunderstanding leads her into the arms of Detective J...
The numbers on the alarm clock glared tauntingly at me. The bright 3:00 am did nothing to motivate me to get a few hours of shut-eye before returning to the pandemonium of my life. With two weeks passing since my father's funeral was over, it was time to divide his assets. He left most of the things in my name but I was surprised by whatever he left for Connor. Speaking of, he had been avoiding me lately. He felt like he was to blame but I really needed my brother lately. Jay has trying to be there for me as best as I can but it's been a really trying time recently and I know I can be difficult right now.
I'm just glad that things haven't soured between us even though I am on my wit's end. The company has suddenly been signed over to my name and It takes me forever to wrangle out the board and they are continuously undermining my decisions because of the fucking patriarchy...it's been too much.
I- I just can't grieve over my father knowing the responsibility I have to shoulder. I need to stay strong for Connor because he'll be consumed by guilt if I break down. The media would smell blood in the water and harass me at every opportunity if I grieved and manipulate me into something twisted and I need the company to endure. Everyone needed me to be strong, I had to be resilient in the face of the unknown.
I turned around and closed my eyes knowing I wouldn't get any rest. Frustrated, I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen to make a cup of chamomile tea hoping that it would ease my tormented thoughts. As I waited for the water to boil, I felt two arms wrap around my waist and a face nuzzled into my neck and kissed the skin there. No matter what, I couldn't help but smile at the feeling of my husband and relished in these small moments of comfort.
"I hope I didn't wake you," I mumbled as I leaned back into his embrace.
He shook his head, "I woke up when I no longer felt you next to me."
"I'm sorry," I sighed, "I haven't been able to sleep well lately. My body believes that sleep is for the weak right now."
Jay snorted but it immediately morphed into concern and I looked away, "I'm just worried about you Y/N. You haven't been doing much of anything lately."
"That's not true! I work," I protested and looked away.
"And not much else," he replied, "you need to grieve and you need all the time you get but you also need to live."
"I can't!" I choked, "he's dead and he was murdered! How am I supposed to ju-just live with that?"
He pulled me close, "we're doing everything we can to find out what happened and you are not alone. We're all here for you."
He kissed the top of my head and lead me back to the bed where for the first time in weeks, I managed to get a few hours of sleep.
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