The Psychologist

Chapter 2

I've never been one to take my work home with me but when I went home after that appointment with Blaze, I was completely exhausted and cranky. I didn't want to do anything. Thankfully, Andrew understood this and sent me off to bed with an ice pack for my headache and a soothing back massage. I don't know what I'd do without him.

"I think I'm going crazy." I tell him as he massages my back.

He chuckles. "More crazy than you already are?"

I glare at him playfully. "Yes actually." I joke. We laugh but then I turn serious. "No really, it's just that my patient today, Blaze, looked exactly like the guy in my nightmares. I think it was him." I shrug, trying not to make a big deal out of it even though it is to me.

Andrew stops massaging my back and turns me around so that I'm facing him. He looks into my eyes staring at me for a while probably trying to decide if I'm telling the truth. After a while, he just shakes his head. "I think you should just go to sleep." He kisses my forehead while gently pushing me down and pulls the covers to my neck. "You've had a long day sweetheart." I nod, not wanting to fight him but then I feel him getting up from the bed.

"Where are you going?" I try to sit up but he prevents me.

Andrew shrugs, already at the door. "I'm just going to clean up the kitchen. Go back to sleep." I nod, a little sad that he's leaving me even if it is just to clean downstairs.

He turns back to me. "Drea?"

I smile. "Yeah?"

Andrew smiles faintly. "I love you." He walks out the door before I can say it back and I find myself closing my eyes for the night.

Andrew's POV
"She's doing it again. She's saying that he's her patient." I wipe my hand down my face, extremely stressed. I thought we were past this. I thought that we could actually start our lives together, but no. It always freaking comes back to this. She claims that she sees the guy of her nightmares and then ends up breaking down. I wait on the phone for the person on the other line to finish speaking.

I sigh. "Yeah and this time, his name is Blaze. Sometimes I feel like I just can't do this anymore. You told me she was doing better! That there would be no more problems! That's why I brought her back home!" I try to control my anger, breathing in and out deeply. I can't help but smile as it reminds me of Drea whenever she gets mad.

"I can't lose her. Not again." I finally say into the phone. "Not when everything is starting to look up for us. I'll figure it out, I always do. I love her." I hang up shortly afterwards and rub my temples. I shouldn't have called. I can do this. It ain't the first rodeo and as much as I hate to say this, I know it won't be the last.

I pack away the leftovers of the chicken stir fry I made today and wash the dishes. Too bad Drea didn't want to eat today, I know how much she loves chicken stir fry. Well, she loves everything involving chicken. Sometimes I hate that I've turned into the person that I've always despised. A stay at home husband. Someone who cooks, cleans, and waits for the lovely wife to come home. Sure, I still work as the CEO of my late father's company but, I never go into the office anymore. It's just something I've had to sacrifice to make sure Drea is safe. Safe from herself, unfortunately. I need to be there for her in case she breaks down again like last time. We're in this together. Just her and I.

I look at Andrea sleeping and for the first time in a while, she is sleeping peacefully. She was extremely exhausted when she came home. I smile genuinely. This is the girl I fell in love with. This is the girl I want to be with forever.