Only you | Derek Morgan

Why are you so pissed at me?

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For the third time this week I wake up to a cold, empty bed. It's only Wednesday.

Lately Derek has gotten into a habit I'm not so fond of, slipping out of bed before I wake up. Don't ask me why because I've been asking myself the same question.

This wouldn't be so alarming if I haven't woke up to him cuddling me every single morning for the past couple of months but a few days ago it was like a switch flipped and he'd rather spend the morning downstairs alone, doing god knows what, than in bed cozy with me.

You might think aw cute he's probably downstairs making her breakfast. Nope. When I get up he's usually just lounging around on the couch on his phone or watching tv.

I wouldn't be so concerned if we had had a fight or something, but we didn't. Nothing happened between us to warrant this change. He hasn't even said anything directly, but he's been acting weird and distant this week and I'm trusting my gut that something is up.

We have work soon and I can't stay in this empty bed any longer so I throw on his sweatshirt and my slippers and get out of bed. I see him the second I start heading down the stairs. Derek's dressed and ready for work, standing looking out the front window, talking down the phone with someone.

"I booked the room," He says. "Yeah, I'm going to put it in the—"

My stomach churns. He got a room to put what in where? The stairs creek beneath my feet and Derek's head whips around to see me standing here and he quickly lowers his voice and whispers a hushed goodbye.

"Morning," Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Derek brushes past me towards the kitchen. I don't even react when he kisses my lips as he passes me.

"Who was that?"

"Spencer," He says dismissively, spilling some quick story about his birthday coming up and a guys trip they're planning. He turns his back to me and pulls open the fridge. "Want some breakfast?"

My skin is crawling with the urge to check if he's lying, but I push it away. I won't check his phone. I never have and never will. But what if—no. I trust him.

Despite the fact I told him I wasn't hungry, Derek still makes me some toast but all I do is push it around the plate as he eats his and we sit in silence.

The silence only leaves me time to wonder what in him changed in the past week.

Is he regretting having me move in? I know it was fast and in the grand scheme of things we haven't been dating all that long, but he was the one to quite literally carry me over his shoulder and told me I was never leaving. I haven't asked the question because I'm scared for the answer. What if the answer is yes? Then what do I do? I hate this feeling. I feel like I'm walking on eggshells around him waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I push my plate away and pick up my phone. I flick through my emails and when I see my upcoming appointment confirmation, I set my phone back down.

"My IUD appointment is on Friday." I say, cutting through the silence. "I need you to drive me."

Derek nods. "Okay, that's—Wait. This Friday?"

"Yes," I say skeptically, wondering now why he's looking at me like I have three heads. "Is that okay?"

Derek tries to hide his wince by wiping at his mouth. "Can you change the appointment?"

I've been putting this off for so long and it was hard enough to get the appointment I did get so I'd rather just get it over with. "Why?"