(Olivia)
I woke up to the sound of Derek’s voice. He wasn’t yelling, but his tone was sharp, a clear sign that he was already dealing with work. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his laptop open, phone pressed to his ear. I could hear him talking about some client issues and guilt.
This was my fault.
If I wasn’t in this mess, if I wasn’t the reason he was taking time off, he wouldn’t be juggling work from our bedroom.
We’d be at the office working together and he would be doing what he did best, without having to constantly worry about me.
When he noticed I was awake, he quickly ended the call and set his phone down.
“Morning, baby,” He said, giving me a soft smile.
“Morning,” I mumbled, sitting up.
“Did you sleep okay?” He asked, his eyes scanning my face like he was tr
