Blake Griffin Imagines (Requests CLOSED)

Busy ( for dejanae1)

Busy 

"And here is your prescription. You can go to the pharmacy in downtown LA and they should have it right away. Just take one pill, twice a day," I say, scribbling down on the paper. I tried to make it as neat as possible, but hey, doctors are known for having bad handwriting, "and you should be feeling better in no time." I finish, ripping the paper from the paper pad and giving it to the patient.

"Thank you, doctor Griffin." The young man said, smiling and hopping off of the table.

"No problem. Feel better." I smile and walk out of the small room. After walking down the long hall and saying hi to a few of my coworkers, I went into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw that my long curly hair was getting a little frizzy so I braided it. After washing my hands, I went to my office and closed my door. That was my last appointment for the day so I finished signing some papers and got ready to leave the office. Time to go home and get ready to have dinner with my husband Blake. At least one night a week, we try to go out to dinner or do something together since we don't spend much time with each other. With me being a doctor and him being a professional basketball player, we both were working most of our time.

Turning into the driveway, I realized that his grey Tesla wasn't in the driveway. Maybe practice was running late. Unlocking the door, Chaney jumped right on me to say hello. I slipped my shoes off and went to go feed him. I went upstairs and slipped into the shower to get clean. When I got out I checked my phone to see a text from Blake.

I can't make it tonight. They called me in for a meeting about some Jordan commercial I have to do on Venice Beach this weekend.

B: I'm sorry, Liyah. I'll make it up to you.

I sighed and just sat on the counter, thinking of what to text back. He did this yesterday when we were supposed to do something.

L: Okay. Be safe. I'll see you later tonight.

After getting in my pajamas, I went downstairs to make something to eat. As usual, there was a limited choice so I made some pasta with pesto sauce. When it was done, I brought a bowl upstairs and ate it while watching some episodes of Scandal on TV. I don't know what I'd do without instant Netflix, to be honest. After a few episodes, I looked on Twitter and Instagram to see anything new. There was nothing, but all of a sudden I heard the door open downstairs. Chaney got up from the bed and ran downstairs, so I guessed it was Blake. After coming downstairs, I waited on the last step and watched him look in the fridge and then close it, placing a beer on the counter.

"You okay?" I ask.

He looks up startled and stutters. "Y-yeah. I'm good."

"How was the meeting?" I ask while walking up to the other side of the counter.

"It was okay." He replied. His voice was dull.

I sighed. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yes, Liyah. I'm okay. Why do you care anyway?" He takes a sip from the beer bottle before slamming it back down on the counter. I'm surprised it didn't shatter to pieces.

"You're wondering why I care?" I laugh a little. "Blake, I'm your wife. You're my husband. Did you forget that? Because lately, it seems like you fucking did." I say, staring across the counter at him.

"Damn it, Liyah! Don't you understand I'm having a tough time here?" He yells.

"You think I'm not?!" I yell back. "You're acting like I'm some stranger you just met! You're being an ass, Blake."

"Did you really just say that?" He asked in disbelief.

"I'm only telling you the truth. I've been making an effort to spend more time with you because we both have been so busy lately with work, but I just don't know anymore. Do you even love me anymore?"

"Liyah..." He whispers.

"You're sleeping on the couch tonight." I step away from the counter. "Goodnight."

"Damn it, Liyah." I hear him say as I make my way up the stairs.

I ignore him and shut the lights off before getting into bed- not even bothering to brush my teeth. I was dozing off (not too easily since I was still mad at him) and then all of a sudden the door opens softly. Blake walks in and I turn over. We can't see each other, but I can hear him stop in his tracks.

"I'm just using the bathroom. I didn't mean to wake you up, babe." He whispers and walks towards the bathroom. He turns the light on and closes the door. I can hear him shower and then brush his teeth and all. Once he walks out, I can hear him tip toe into the closet. He must have still thought I was asleep. Once he changed he was walking out of the room.

"Wait." I whisper. He stops in his tracks.

"You're still awake?" He asks.

"Yeah. Come here." I say, sitting up in bed. He makes his way over to my side of the bed and sits next to me.

"Liyah, baby. I'm sorry."

"Sh," I say, putting my finger over his lips, "It's okay. Sleep here with me."

"You're not still mad?" He asks.

"No, Blake. It's okay." I say, kissing him and putting my hands through his damp shower hair. He smelled so nice and his body was warm. I cuddled closer to him after pulling away and he kissed my forehead. His arm wrapped around me and I smiled.

"I love you, Liyah." His voice made him sound exhausted.

"I love you too, Blake."

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