Mystery Girl

On the mend (Mini Chapter)

Spencers POV

"Did you really have to call me here so early in the morning?" Derek said as he approached the front door. 

"Yes, I did." 

"ok, well let's go inside."  

"ok,  I should warn you the house looks a mess," I said. 

The second we got inside the living room, Derek was shocked. 

"What happened in here?" He asked. 

"Nya happened," I responded. 

"Nya did this?"  

"Yeah."  

"She broke the TV?" Derek asked. 

"and the coffee table, and the bookshelf," I said. 

"Is this about the baby?"  

"Yes," I responded.

"Has she ever done things like this before?" He asked. 

"No, never. Ive never seen her this bad. I'm worried about her, Ive tried talking to her but she's not really in the talking mood." I said.

"Where is she?" 

"In the baby's nursery," I said.

"Alright, I'm going to go talk to her." 

Derek's POV

I walked up to the nursery and opened the door. Nya was sitting on the floor with a baby blanket in her hand. I sat next to her. 

"I'm guessing Spencer sent you," Nya said. 

"Yeah. He's worried about you." 

"I know. He wants me to go to therapy." 

"Therapy? Are you considering it?"  I asked. 

"It's not really my thing." 

"But you know you need it." 

"I appreciate you coming all this way Derek but you didn't have to come." 

"Yeah I did, you broke your TV, and you're coffee table and bookshelf. You need help Nya, Don't deny yourself that." I said.

"Yeah." 

I hugged her and then went back downstairs. 

"I tried. We'll see how she handles the situation," I told Spencer. 

"Thanks anyway,"  Spencer said as he gave me a hug.

"Of course, you take care of her," I said before leaving. 

Nya's POV 

Spencer came into the nursery and sat beside me. He held my hand and looked at me. 

"Don't look at me like that," I said. 

"Like what?" 

"With so much pity." 

"It's not pity, I'm worried about you." 

"I know, and you want me to go to therapy." 

"I know therapy isn't your thing. I know that you've spent a lot of your life having to keep secrets and keep things to yourself, but you don't have to do that anymore. You don't have to do that anymore." 

"I get that but it's not that simple."  

"Ok, then do it for me. I already got a therapist ready to talk to you" 

"When is the appointment?" I asked. 

"Tomorrow," Spencer replied.

"ok, I'll go."   

Spencer and I spent a couple minutes in silence. He was still holding my hand. 

"Do you remember the poem I read to you on our honeymoon?" Spencer asked. 

I looked into his eyes before I answered. 

"I love you as the moon adores the sun, with all its tides and with all its cycles, I love you beyond measure and through the end of time," I responded. 

"you remembered." 

"Of course, I remembered. That was one of the best times of my life." 

Spencer placed his hand on my cheek and kissed me softly. 

"I just want you to get better."  

"I know," I said as Spencer held me tightly.