It's Not That Easy.

Chapter 28

No One's POV

After spending countless hours in front of the computer screen, almost every house and apartment started to look the same. The exhausted mother and wife sighed heavily and plopped her back against the comfy chair. She pushed herself away from the desk, far enough for her to lay her head down on top of her crossed arms while sitting. She's been in Justin's office for so long, she barely realized how late it was. The only time she got up was when she had to help Alana get ready for bed. Other than that, she's sat in the same position since she last talked to Justin earlier.

He checked up on her at least 3 three times. As much as he wanted to keep going in to try and help her or make sure she was all right, he couldn't because she would just brush him off, telling him she had everything under control. Clearly a lie since she still couldn't find anything that even interested her. She even had to call a few people that would give her some advice about what she should be looking for but nothing was helping. She couldn't find anything that even seemed like would suit her.

Picking her head up, her eyes went to the screen again. She shook her head when she noticed how hazy her vision suddenly became due to the exhaustion that was taking over her. With numb legs and tired eyes, she made her way through the house and into the kitchen. The bright lights had stung her making her wince slightly since all she had in the office was a lamp. Glancing over to the counter, she saw boxes of take out from the family's favorite Chinese restaurant. She then sees the one particular box that stood out the most that had napkins and utensils on top of it. The one that Justin tried to offer her in the office. She couldn't accept it earlier since she was so occupied with her mission of finding at least one good home.

While making herself a hot cup of coffee, she sat herself on the tall stool and set the box on front of her. When she opened it, she realized how hungry she really was. Devouring the food was a task that she had done perfectly all day. In the midst of quietly eating by herself, the coffee maker hissing softly, and the clock ticking with every second of every minute, a worn out husband took his phone away from his face and yawned loudly. He's tried numerous times to go to sleep but failed miserably each time. He eventually found himself talking to his fans on social medias. Many of them questioned their hospital incident but he ignored every one of them and focused on the support and love. He wondered how even more hectic everything would be once they find out about the break between him and Melanie. Just the thought of it made his heart ache. Never in a million years did he ever think that this would happen between them all at once. His ex coming back into his life, a miscarriage, and a break? It was too much for him but he took the blame and he knew it was all his fault.

Melanie never left his mind. Not once ever since she left their conversation to find some apartments and homes to live in. The thought of her living somewhere else just absolutely killed him. Laying in an empty bed when she just downstairs was hard enough already. Imagine him being completely home alone everyday without her. That's something he knows he will never get used to.

Realization hit him when he noticed that it was already past midnight and she wasn't in bed yet. He knew they were in a break right now but what if she's sleeping on the couch or something? He knew she wouldn't be in the guest room since they were in the middle of reorganizing the whole set up of the room so the couch was her only option if she really didn't want to sleep next him. He didn't like the thought of that and quickly took ahold of a pillow and a blanket before walking out of the bedroom. If anyone should be sleeping on the couch, it should be him.

The house was dead quiet and pitch black. With heavy and tired footsteps, he jogged down the stairs and frowned when he saw the living room completely empty. He threw the pillow and blanket onto the couch before heading over to his office. Nothing. Just as he was about to call out her name, he heard the very faint noise of a trash bag rustling. He followed the noise which led to the kitchen and abruptly stopped at the doorway when he saw her pacing around the counter doing who knows what. Why was she up? When she stopped, he saw her pouring herself a cup of coffee, watching as the ball of smoke rose above the room from the heat of the liquid.