I'm Not The Only One (Scomiche)

2: Answers

"But when you call me 'baby', I know I'm not the only one."

I'm Not The Only One by Sam Smith

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I woke up to arms gently hugging my waist and to soft lips caressing the skin on my arms.

"Baby, are you awake?" He whispered while he continued kissing me.

"Mmm," I grunted as I pulled the sheets closer to my body and forced my eyes shut.

"Baby..." His kisses traveled to the side of my neck.

I sighed and opened my eyes. I checked the clock on the nightstand and realized it was after midnight. I grudgingly turned in place so that I could face him. "What the fuck do you want?"

He leaned down and tried to kiss my lips but I turned my head away. "Baby... I'm sorry. I -"

"Stop. I don't wanna hear it." I wiggled and attempted to move out of his embrace. I tried to put as much of the sheets in between us, as if they could offer a good enough barrier between me and him.

"Baby, please..." He stopped trying to kiss me and just pulled me closer.

I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him away. I sat up and swung both legs to the side of the bed, so that my back was facing him. The mattress dipped as Scott sat up, too. My eyes haven't even recovered from the solo cryfest I did just hours before, and yet they felt hot again, the tears threatening to fall. "I waited for you."

He let out a deep sigh. "I know and I'm sorry. I saw the dining area. Was that the surprise you were telling me about?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Mitch..."

"Whatever. At least we'll have something for breakfast tomorrow."

"Baby, come on." Scott moved closer. He put his legs on either side of mine and hugged me from behind, while he rested his head on my shoulder. "Trust me, I wanted to come home. I swear. But..." he trailed off. "I'll make it up to you. We'll celebrate... that..."

He doesn't even remember. "Our anniversary, Scott. It was our anniversary."

I felt him hold his breath. It was painful realizing that he didn't even remember. I wanted to curse at him but I felt angrier at myself. You're the only one who made a big deal out of it, Mitch. That was just some... day you insist on being special. It's not even official.

I felt so stupid all over again and that did it. The tears escaped my eyes and I started to sob silently. Scott tightened his arms around me and instead of fighting, I let myself melt into his embrace.

It wasn't entirely his fault. He thought he was just missing out on an ordinary date night. You were the one who made a big deal out of it. You brought this upon yourself, Mitch.

"Baby, stop crying." Scott reached up and wiped away a tear. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize... I... I'll make it up to you, I promise."

I didn't respond and instead just continued crying.

Scott let me go and moved away from me. He got off the bed, kneeled in front of me, and took both of my hands in his. "I'm really sorry, baby."

I lifted my head and just stared into his eyes. Scott looked truly sorry, and in that moment a big part of me believed that he was. Besides, it's really your fault, Mitch. That's what you get for expecting and doing surprises.

When he cupped my face and wiped another tear away with his thumb, I leaned into his hand and just closed my eyes. Then I felt his lips on my eyelids, then on my cheeks, and finally on my lips. Scott kissed me slowly, gently. I tasted my own tears, my own bitterness and pain against his lips, but those emotions were easily replaced with longing as he deepened the kiss.