I'm Yours (Sequel to "You're mine")

Chapter 3: What's going on?

Leah's POV

I got downstairs in the morning, half expecting T to still be asleep on the couch. And when I got downstairs, I wasn't surprised to see she was indeed still sleeping.

I rolled my eyes as I walked to the kitchen. I took a bowl and poured cereal into it. I then walked to the living room and sat down on the coffee table, watching T as she was sleeping.

While I was watching her, I kept wondering what Heather meant last night. Why would she say that this house will soon be hers? Is T planning on moving us? Did Heather just go crazier?

When I noticed T starting to snore, I nudged her a few times until she woke up. She groaned as she slowly sat up, holding her forehead in the process. She had a hangover, clearly.

"Morning, drunk."

T looked at me, at least she was trying to, and then sighed. "What did I do wrong this time?"

I put my bowl of cereal aside to have a conversation with her. "You're drunk every day, you've changed, T."

"You hate me."

"I don't hate you," I sighed as I looked away for a bit. "I'm just busy with school," I then looked at her. "I want to graduate fast so I can earn money as well."

T looked at me, she still seemed a bit dazed at the moment.

"I'm sorry for not being the best wife and I'm sorry for shutting you out and not giving you attention," I then reached for her hands. "I'm just trying to start our lives together properly."

"We already are married, we live together, we're good."

I nodded. "And when I earn money myself, we'll be golden."

T slowly nodded.

"All I ask from you is to be patient with me, but don't go out drinking and partying with Heather," I scooted closer to her. "I don't like seeing you drunk every day, and besides," I then went to sit on her lap, wrapping my arms around her neck. "It's not good for your health."

"My health?"

I nodded. "You should consider that for later," I then went over her belly. "Get it?"

She looked from her belly to me, then she smiled. "You're already thinking about that?"

"Sometimes, yes," I smiled too. "As I said, I just want to start our lives together already. But you have to be patient with me."

"Ok." She smiled before leaning in and kissing me.

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I could've sworn that after that conversation our situation would change. That we'd get close again, that we'd support each other and that we'd love each other as we did before.

But when T didn't come home until 11.30 pm, I knew that wasn't the case, unfortunately.

T left earlier today, at around 7, to tell her friends she'd focus more on us and our future. She'd be back in 2 hours, she'd say. 4 hours later and I'm still waiting.

I was feeling lonely, I was feeling upset. I wasn't in the best mindset to continue studying, so I did what I could always do: write.

I wrote stories every day, I wrote chapters or ideas down. And I loved it. I loved how I could write down my emotions, my message and entertain people with it. And I loved the many people I could talk to online.

I was thankful for what my writing had become, I felt like it had gotten better since I first started writing. My English certainly got better. Sometimes I was thinking about showing Heather, my previous English teacher, just to show her I could indeed understand English. Of course, I didn't do that, she'd always find something that's not good enough.