Bellamy Blake Imagines

Sleepless (AU)

"No." You shake your head, "Not happening. Get out of my bed."

Bellamy pauses, his mind not comprehending what's going on right now. He sits, one leg inside the bed one leg outside, not sure what to do; sort of like a lost puppy. "What?"

"You're not sleeping here." You put it simply, letting your eyes glare at your husband.

"Okay." He places his arms on his hips, looking at you with a glare of his own, "And where do you suppose I sleep then?"

You shrug, settling into the double sized bed comfortably, not looking at him. You're mad at him. You're not sure how long you'll stay mad at him. Today, he lost your wedding ring.

You are bitter and annoyed, you've both hand your original wedding rings since you got married five years ago and now he's going to have to get another one and walk around with a new piece of metal on his finger and the fact that it's not the original ring from your wedding will forever be etched into your mind, unable to be forgotten.

"In the dogs house. Out on the streets. Stay awake all night for all I care." You respond, turning the light on your bedside table off, leaving the two of you in darkness.

You can hear him shuffle around the room, collecting the pillows from his side of the bed. You also hear him sigh but you try not to feel bad. "Don't you think you're overreacting?" He wonders.

Wow, bad move, buddy. Sitting up in your bed, you flick the light on and cross your arms to look at him. You can hear Bellamy mutter a string of curse words under his breath as he realises you're not letting this go.

"For someone who's always taking their ring off for work, you don't seem to care that you lost it." You shrug.

"Baby," he furrows his eyebrows, "I do care that I lost it. But we can always get another one; an exact replica."

"If you're okay with replacing your ring then why do you even bother taking it off in the first place?" You tilt your head, raising your eyebrows at him.

"I'm sleeping on the couch. Goodnight." Bellamy states, running a hand through his hair as he exits your room. Rolling your eyes, you turn the light off and shift your head onto the pillow.

You keep your eyes open, curiously watching the yellow light from the living room emit down the hallway. A bit of rustling, the opening of a closet, and the placement of a blanket before the light is switched off and you're both plunged into the night.

The lounge room, where Bellamy will spend the night, is right down the hall, yet you feel like you're completely alone in the house. The wedding ring on your hand feels heavy, like it's weighing you down.

You can't help but feel like a monster; cruel and unforgiving.

Hours pass. Eyes never staying closed for longer than 15 seconds, your mind wanders to Bellamy and the cold space beside you. You miss him. Without his strong arms around you and your head lying on his chest, you feel restless.

In the lounge room, on the small couch, Bellamy stares at the ceiling. The sound of the wind rustling the tree outside isn't the only thing keeping him awake.

He hates the fact that he lost his ring. He once held it so dearly to his heart and now it's gone, in some gutter or trash bag, maybe in the sewer. He doesn't know where exactly the ring had slipped off his finger.

Turning to a more comfortable position, he wonders how long he'll be sleeping on this couch for. A sudden burst of light makes him pause. He looks to the bedroom, watching your shadow move the light around the bottom gap of the door.

You tiptoe outside of your room, thanking the floor for not creaking underneath you. Entering the lounge room, you kneel beside the couch. "Bellamy." You whisper, avoiding his face.

He sits up, "Is there something wrong?"

"No..." You reply in a mutter as you place your hand on his, "I don't know... I can't sleep without you. Will you come back to bed?"

A smile grows on Bellamys face and he can't contain his love for how adorable you are. Lifting the covers from himself, he grabs his pillows with his free hand and you walk back to your bedroom together, holding hands.

Sitting on your side of the bed, you watch him walk around to place his pillows down. "I'm sorry." He sighs, turning to look at you.

"I'm sorry too." You give him a sad smile.

"It's okay, I understand." He leans towards you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before settling in to the bed next to you. The light turns off.

Facing your husband, his arms wrap around you and hold you tightly. You take in his scent, closing your eyes peacefully as your bodies press up against one anothers.

You both know there's no way you'll wake up in the same position but you stay there, entwined with each other, for as long as you can.

↳ by octavia-marie-blake ↲