“Babe, you should come to bed.”
She startles and looks up from her laptop. “Oh, hey, did I wake you?”
I shake my head and run a hand through my hair. “I had to go to the bathroom, and you weren’t all snuggled up beside me.”
“I remembered I had an email I needed to manage.”
“It’s two in the morning; that must have been one hell of an email.” I notice the can on the table, one of those freaking energy drinks she’s been guzzling like water lately.
“Is it really? I must have lost track of time.” She smiles, but her eyes dart away. “I’ll finish this up and come back to bed.”
“I’m gonna use the bathroom.”
“Okay.”
I shuffle down the hall, use the bathroom because I’m already up, so I might as well. Instead of going back to bed and waiting for her, like I’m sure she expects me to, I return to the living room and stand at the end of the couch.
“Just one more minute.”
“Those emails aren’t going anywhere. And no one expects you to answer them in the middle of the night. Come back to bed, please.”
“I’m in the middle of a thought, just a second,” she snaps.
Teagan never snaps. Apart from at the beginning, when I was being a donkey and hurt her feelings. I stand there for a few seconds, debating my options. I won’t have a problem going back to sleep, so I could literally stand here for an hour while she clacks away on her keyboard—and possibly fall asleep while remaining upright—but I’m thinking that’s not going to go over well.
So I do something I’m not proud of but will likely get the result I want, which is Teagan in bed beside me. Not burning the candle at both ends. I take a seat beside her on the couch.
“I swear, Aaron, I’ll be in bed in two minutes. You don’t need to monitor me.”
“I know. I just . . . I need you.”
That gets her to stop with the typing. She glances over at me. “Are you okay?”
“I had a dream about my brother.” It’s not entirely untrue. I did have a dream about my brother, but it wasn’t tonight. Occasionally I dream about him after I see Jamie or talk about Devon. But that was weeks ago.
“Oh, baby.” She closes her laptop and sets it on the coffee table, then shifts so she’s facing me. She runs her fingers through my hair. “Do you need to talk about it?”
I shake my head, feeling like an asshole for manipulating her. “I need you beside me so I know you’re safe.” I send an apology up to heaven, where I’m sure Devon is, looking down on me with judgment over using his death to coerce my girlfriend not to pull an all-nighter.
“Of course. Let’s go to bed.”
She takes my hand, and we head back to bed. She rummages around in her purse in the dark, and I hear the tinkle of pills being shaken out of a bottle. She takes a sip from the glass on the nightstand and slips under the sheets. I slide my arm under her and pull her against me.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up.”
“It’s okay.”
“I promise I’ll be right here beside you the next time you wake up.” She settles her palm on my chest, and I cover her hand with mine.
I fight to stay awake long enough to make sure she does go to sleep, but I suck at staying conscious when I’m lying down. In the morning she’s still tucked into my side. She doesn’t move at all when I get out of bed, and I stand there staring down at her sleeping form.
I want to think this is a onetime thing, but I don’t know if it is.
I glance at the nightstand, where her glass of water sits. And two different prescription bottles. I pick them up and read the names. I have no idea what one is, but it says she’s supposed to take it at night. The other is a name I recognize. Adderall. There were always kids in college looking for this kind of thing to help them focus better. I didn’t know Teagan had any issues with attention, although that probably makes sense if she’s taking these every day.
The bottle is mostly empty, and there are refills on the prescription. I can’t see a doctor prescribing something she doesn’t need. But I’m also the type of guy who doesn’t take Tylenol unless absolutely necessary, so I generally avoid prescription medication whenever possible.
Teagan is still out cold by the time I’m ready to leave for work. Her shift at the Town Pub doesn’t start until later in the afternoon, so I press a kiss to her temple and leave her to get what I’m expecting is some much-needed sleep.