𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙄𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 | ethma

Eleven

EMMA

I walk into my apartment quietly. Leo could be asleep by now, I didn't want to wake him.

I start to go upstairs to the bedroom, but before I stepped on to the second step, I hear a someone's throat clear.

I jump, "God, Leo, you scared me. What are you now? My dad waiting for me to make it home?"

"I wasn't the only one scared tonight. I was worried about you, you could've at least told me you were going to be working la- are you drunk?"

Damn, I was trying to hide it but I guess my droopy eyes gave it away.

"I'm sorry. I went out for drinks and food with my new partner on the Dr. Davis murder case. I didn't realize it had gotten late," I say.

"Are you a teenager again, Emma? It's a Monday night, and we both have work in the morning," he scolds me, I take offense.

"Well excuse me for going out and not being stuck in the apartment alone while you work late for the 5th month in a row. Do you want me to sit here and cry about how much I miss having quality time between the two of us?" The alcohol is encouraging my emotions to pour into everything I say.

He puts his hand on his hips and looks down, "You know that's not my fault. I have to make a living somehow."

"You know for a fact you can take paid time off. They don't need you all the time," I say harshly.

"This conversation is done for. Did you have fun with her?" He changed the subject, knowing I was right.

"It wasn't a her. It was Detective Dolan, Grayson's twin."

He looked confused, "I thought you hated him."

"You know it wasn't my choice to work with him besides he's not all THAT bad, at least he can make time for me and we are barely friends," I begin to head up the stairs, everything around me is moving. I make it to the bedroom and hear Leo coming up behind me.

"I wasn't working that late, you could've came home around 10:30 and still spent some time with me. But if what you want to do is spend the evening drinking with a guy and still complain about our time together, by all means go right ahead," he snaps.

"I can't believe you. You are acting like the victim in this, but I did nothing wrong and you fucking know it."

He climbs into bed, "goodnight Emma, we will talk in the morning."

He turns the lights off and I undress myself to get into bed. I turn on to my side and face away from him.

I was just talked to like a child by the love of my life, this wasn't the only time this has happened but it's been a while.

I let a few tears fall down my cheeks, and remind myself we will love each other again in the morning.