My Partner Against Crime

Chapter 57

Spencer and I lay on the bed in the guest room watching tv.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Spencer furrows his brows at me.

"Like what?"

"Like you hate me." I roll my eyes. We're kid free tonight since Marshall is sleeping over at a friend's house which really means we're forced to talk or we're left in silence.

"I'm just thinking in your direction." I look away from him.

"We should do something tonight?"

"Like what." I scroll through Instagram on my phone.

"We could go on a date...?" I shrug.

"Or we could just have sex." His eyes widen, I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

"You want- I don't- I just think- don't you- okay."

"Okay?" I raise my brow at him. I was mostly kidding. He nods.

"Okay." I shrug and put my phone on the nightstand. I lay on my side facing him. I run my hand against his cheek, and gently pull him to me. He softly moans as if we've never kissed before. I throw my leg over his hip and gently grind against him. He slides his hand through my hair.

He gently pushes my shoulder, laying me down on my back and moving on top of me. I look up at him.

"Do I still look like I hate you?" I ask as I unbutton his pants.

"Less so." He helps me take his pants off, then continues to grind against me. I shift so he can kneel between my legs. He pulls my shirt off and gently holds my waist.

"I missed you." His thumbs gently rub my skin.

"Then show me."
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I lay next to Spencer, naked. We both lay on our backs, facing the ceiling. I watch the spinning fan.

"Do you still love me?" I turn my head to look at him.

The time we've spent apart makes me feel like I'm no longer connected to him. Like things can't go back to how they were, and that terrifies me.

"Yeah." I love him, but I think I've fallen out of love with him.

"Are we going to make this work?"

"Looks like it." As disconnect as I feel to him, we're having a baby. It only feels right to raise our child, and Marshall together.

"I don't know how to make you happy anymore." He admits.

"I know." I take a deep breath. Our relationship is being held by a string, and we both know it.

"Doesn't that bother you? That I don't make you happy?" I stare back up at the fan.

"It does, but at the same time this only makes sense. Our family is growing and I don't want to be the one to have this all fall apart." Sometimes I miss Eli. I guess it's not so much that I miss him, but more of I miss that feeling of having a connection with someone in that way.