Louis POV
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It was my second time waking up that morning, and my first time to a feeling in my chest. A feeling that said something was wrong.
The first time was some hours after I went to sleep. I'd rolled over to find the other side of the bed empty, and I groaned aloud.
She had to take pleasure in this.
I was still upset from our earlier argument in Sammy's room, but I couldn't push the feeling out of my chest. And I couldn't push the need to check on her out either as I stupidly still loved her no matter how shitty she'd been lately.
So I'd angrily pushed the covers off of me and checked on my shitty wife.
I passed the breast pump sitting on the table, not thinking anything of it. The fact that Angel had never showed her where it was hidden not even occurring to me as I turned off the dining room light left on and continued off to the basement.
From all the yelling I'd done earlier, I felt dehydrated and exhausted. A part of me almost opened the fridge to grab a water bottle, but I didn't. I walked right past it.
I struck out every single place I searched, yet I wasn't worried. I was tired and grouchy, more so the more doors I opened and closed, not finding her.
After checking Sammy's room for a third time, I had no choice but to go back upstairs to check our bedroom again. At this point, my mood could be described nothing short of several levels past done with this woman's antics.
I got to the top step of the stairs and felt encompassed with nothing but anger. What the hell was I doing searching our house for my wife at 4 in the morning?
Then the door to Angel's room opened and my beloved wife stepped out.
Without so much as a glance in my direction, she began to head towards Carter's room.
That is until I took two steps and caught her wrist, making her jump.
"Do you know what time it is? They have school in a few hours. For the love of God, let them sleep and come back to bed."
In the pitch black hallway of our home, the only thing that could be seen was the white of our eyes and our silhouettes.
"I can't," she whispered.
I dropped her wrist and her eyes fell to where I was previously holding it. "Can't what, Jo?"
"Sleep."
I turned on the hall light, and she winced.
"You always say that, but then I catch you doing crap like this instead of even trying! I can tell you myself, bothering our kids in the middle of the night isn't going to help."
I knew I saw something change in her eyes right before they then filled with tears.
As expected.
She cried at everything. I apologized for things I didn't even know I did. It was 4 in the morning, and I no longer felt like apologizing.
So we stood there in silence for the 4 seconds it took for her to look away from me, glancing at Carter's door before conceding and walking back to our room.
