Baby, please.

Saturday

I woke up due to loud noises behind me, and also lack of warmth in my bed. I turned my body to face Grayson getting ready to leave for the 8th time in the past week.

"Hey baby." He spoke softly to me.

"Hi." I said as my eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Why are you leaving so early?" I said after I looked at the time. It was only 7 am.

"I know. I'm going to my friends house. He needed some help with something." He told me.

"Okay, but at seven? Your friends don't even wake up that early." I said now sitting up.

"I know, but he decided to be an asshole and I was his last choice." He said kissing my forehead and I sighed.

"Okay." I said with a visible frown on my face.

This has been happening a lot lately. We've been married for three years straight with no complications until this year. We went to one of his friends parties and he got extremely drunk and he just changed. I still don't know what happened till this day.

"Alright. I have to go. See you soon, I'll be around for dinner." He said walking out the bedroom door.

"I love you!" I said loud enough for him to hear.

"Love you too!"