TW: Mentions of suicide and mental health issues
**Claire POV**
"Good morning, baby" I hear the familiar sound of Reneé's voice beside me in our bed, the one I've missed so badly these last few weeks.
"Morning" I smile, rolling over and snuggling up into her.
"I haven't slept that good in weeks" she admits. She wraps her arms around my waist and pulls me closer to her, intertwining her legs with mine under the covers.
"Me either"
"Must be this bed" she jokes, kissing me gently on the forehead. I haven't slept this good in a while either. I know it's not because of the bed, but because she was laying next to me.
"Must be" I tell her playfully as I run my fingers through her messy blonde hair. I want to stay here, just like this, forever. I untangle my fingers in her hair and she whips the covers off of us abruptly, rolling over and sitting up.
"Noooo, stay here with me" I plead, grabbing her wrist as she tries to stand up out of bed.
"We're getting breakfast with your parents, remember?" she asks. No, I didn't remember. I was planning on staying in bed with her all day. I groan and pull the covers over my face.
"5 more minutes?" I beg, the sound of my voice muffled by the comforter that covers me.
"You can have 5 more minutes. I'm gonna take a shower, okay?" she tells me.
"Okay"
Typically, I would be up in an instant to join her. But things were sort of weird last night so I decide to just give her some space for now. I hear her walk into the bathroom and turn the water on, I close my eyes and fall back asleep.
"Alright, get up" she tells me, ripping the covers off of me once again. I groan and follow her direction, walking into the bathroom to get in the shower.
She follows behind me to finish getting herself ready. I notice her trying not to stare at me as I pull off my shirt, pants and underwear. I slip my bra off to step into the shower, I notice Reneé's eyes lingering on my chest as she brushes her teeth. I know exactly what she's looking at, but I don't mention it.
"Those aren't from me, are they?" she asks. She's talking about the new hickeys on my chest and no, they aren't from her.
"Reneé.." I start to say before she cuts me off.
"It's fine" she starts, trying not to make a big deal out of it "I just...didn't need the reminder"
"I'm sorry" I tell her quietly, feeling guilty now with the proof of my evening with Ali scattered across my chest.
She spits the last of her toothpaste into the sink and leaves me alone in the bathroom. She doesn't come back in and when I get out, she's not in our room anymore. I get myself ready quickly and head down the stairs to join everyone.
"Where's Reneé?" I ask, noticing she isn't with the rest of my family in the living room. My mom points to the patio, where she is seated and scrolling through her phone. I nod at her briefly before walking outside to talk to her.
"Hey" I say, sitting down next to her on the lounge chair she's sitting on.
"Hey baby" she smiles without looking up from her phone. I think she's mad at me but I can't really tell.
"Did I do something?" I ask.
"No, I'm fine" she tells me, still not bothering to look up at me. I can tell something is wrong.
