𝐂𝐑𝐘ᵃʳⁱᵃⁿᵃ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵉ

six

a/n: this update is for my boo -kissland- ilysm boo-boo even tho we stress each other out, this is for you. go read her book lol it's so juicy but it pisses me off sometimes <3

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i don't usually wake up during the night, and when i do, something is usually wrong. so when i woke up before three a.m. this morning, i knew something was off.

i lifted my head from my pillow and cracked my eyes open, giving them a quick rub before turning around. i frowned upon seeing that my fiancée wasn't in bed beside me where she always is, snoring away as she dreamed of whatever her crazy self dreamed of. probably about having a milkshake, but who knows?

i reached forward and pressed my palm against the mattress, noting that the sheets were cold and signaling that she had been gone a while now. she was probably in the twins' room which is usually where she goes if she can't sleep. some mornings, i wake to find her missing and then find her asleep in the rocking chair at the corner of the twins' room, one of them laying across her chest. it was adorable, obviously, but what wasn't adorable was her complaining that her neck hurt for the whole day and then begging me for a massage.

i huffed, sitting up and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, my feet hitting the cold floor. i slipped on my slippers before getting up and grabbed the baby monitor as i left our bedroom. the twins' room was just down the hall, and as i peeked my head inside, i was surprised to see both of them laying soundly in their cribs and the room empty otherwise.

frowning, i walked up to their cribs and checked up on them, my frown turning to a smile as jay drooled on himself and aurora snored like a bear, just like her mama. i left their room quietly as to not wake them as i began to search the rest of the home. both of our cars were outside, so i knew she hadn't wandered off anywhere with a car.

she wasn't downstairs in the living room watching a movie or snoring on the couch, and she wasn't in the kitchen either, eating one of her midnight snacks. i fully expected to see her downstairs in the studio, writing or recording something after she couldn't get it out of her head, but she wasn't there. she literally wasn't anywhere.

my fiancée had never been the type of person to leave completely unannounced, but it looks like that's what's happening here. she couldn't have taken a car because both were still here, but she could've called an uber or a friend, which is what i hope went down.

thinking about her being out there all alone scares me. but, she's responsible, and i know if she needs to beat someone's ass she won't hesitate to do so. she knows how to hold her own.

i tried to push down my worries as i went back to our bedroom and took a quick glance at her bedside table. her phone was missing and so were her glasses, so i assumed that she had taken both of them wherever she went.

i practically ran over to my table and unplugged my phone, immediately calling her. the phone rang until her voice filled my ears in her ringtone. i groaned, tugging at my hair as i dropped my phone from my ear.

i grabbed the baby monitor and made my way back downstairs, taking a seat in the living room. no matter how hard i tried not to worry i just kept worrying. i couldn't help but think the worst.

the more i sat and the more the time passed, the more angry i was getting. i understand if she needed to clear her mind but she could have at least shot me a text or left a small note to let me know she wasn't dead. instead, she decided to up and leave in the middle of the night without giving me any warning.

if she wasn't hurt now, she was going to be hurt when she got home.

i had nearly drifted off when the front door slowly opened, a sign to me that she knew she shouldn't have left. i shot up off the couch and crossed my arms, staring at the doorway and waiting for her figure to emerge.