Desire C.B

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Trigger warning: Mentions of drugs in conversation

*Colby's POV*

Watching someone you not only love, but believe in, struggle so much and have no idea how to help them has got to be one of the worst feelings in the world.

I got Gemma back to bed after about 20 minutes, grabbing my phone which was our makeshift baby monitor, making my way to search the house for Leighton, only to see her sitting by the pool, her body shaking.

I quietly walked out to the back, my feet making contact with the cold concrete. I sat down next to her, my feet hitting the cool water, staying quiet. We just sat there in silence, her cries quieting down, her body slumped forward.

"I'm sorry" She whispered, being the first to speak. "I'm just frustrated and overwhelmed. I didn't mean to yell at you, or wake up Gemma... I'm sorry" She sighed, her body showing just how tired she was.

"How about we go inside, grab a snack and relax and we can talk about it tomorrow when we aren't super tired?" I suggested, not wanting to push the issue further.

She nodded, letting me help her up, keeping my hand intertwined with hers as we headed inside.

"Are you hungry?" I asked quietly, entering the kitchen.

Leigh shrugged, seeming to be completely shutting down.

It was weird to watch her basically shut off. 

"Come here" I tugged her with me around the counter, lifting her up by her thighs so she was sat on the island. "We've got bread... Do you want like French toast? Grilled cheese? Egg sandwich? PB+J? I uh.. I don't know if we have any lunch meats" I rattled off, opening the fridge to scan my options. "Um, there are some leftovers from whatever Kat made" I hummed, my back to her as I scanned the shelves.

"A grilled cheese is fine" She mumbled and I nodded, opening the cheese drawer.

I prepped the bread and the pan, moving around the kitchen trying not to rattle too many things.

"You're not allowed to distract me" I warned, "I have a habit of burning these things" 

I saw a smile creep up on her face, giving me the small win.

"I'll eat a burnt grilled cheese" She said softly, getting me to grin.

I chuckled, shaking my head, "Doesn't mean I wanna serve you burnt food" 

"Becoming a chef?" 

"Well.. if you're trying so hard, the least I can do is learn how to cook. I figured it's about time" I shrugged, knowing this probably wouldn't stick, but it was the thought that counted.

"You really want to learn?" She asked, sounding surprised.

"Baby, all I can do is laundry and dishes... I don't even know how to grocery shop"

I surprised myself that I even let these thoughts slip out to her, knowing they were one of my biggest insecurities.

I want to be able to take care of my family, and not have everything be  dependent on "the wife of the household", but I've never had to do it, so I've never learned.

"You wanna grocery shop?" She asked, sounding even more surprised, yet confused.

"I want you to domesticate me baby" I murmured against her ear, kissing her cheek before moving back over to flip the grilled cheese.

I refuse to burn this one.

From behind me I heard, "Oh, you mean castrate you?" making me choke on my salvia, turning to look over at her, "Ha ha very funny. I mean it Leighton, I'm all in. Be my ball and chain" I joked, eyeing her real quick over my shoulder before attending back to the grilled cheese.