It's been a week and I haven't seen Dre. My mom has brought Jay to see me twice and won't really tell me why Dre hasn't came to see me. This feels like deja vu. I know our fight was bad but I didn't think she'd take it this far. I want my wife. Maybe this is karma. This is probably how she felt for that week or so I was out getting high. All she wanted was her husband. I sat in my chair in my room and with my head in my hands. Frustrated. "Mike," Angel said as she stood in the door way. "She just needs space right now. She's not in the right head space." She said. "That doesn't make me feel better. Last time she took anxiety medication she found herself in a bar. It made her worse. Who is she going to call if that happens again. Just please let me call her. I am begging you." I said getting up, begging to talk to my wife. "Michael..... let me talk to Dr. Taylor. Okay?" She sighed. I nodded.

"Come on mike. She said make it quick." Angel said. I popped up and quickly followed her. She took me into her office. I sat down quickly, calling Dre. It rang 3 times then she picked up. "Hello?" She answered softly. "Dre." I said relieved to hear her voice. "Michael, what's wrong?" She asked. "You-you haven't been here in over a week. Why haven't you visited. You promised you'd visit every week." I said getting upset. She was silent. "Michael.... I-I.... I just can't right now, okay?" She said frustrated. "You can't what? Visit your husband?" I asked getting more upset. "You don't understand. This isn't about you!" She said getting mad. "Stop taking those fucking pills!" I said through my teeth. "That's not your call to make Michael." She stated. "You know what, fine. You don't want me anymore. Fine. Goodbye." I said hanging up.

A couple day's past, "She's called up here a couple times." Angel said as i laid in my bed refusing to get up. "I don't want to talk to her." I said. "Okay." She said softly walking away. It took so much to get her to stop taking them last time. I knew this was a bad idea. I should've fought harder for her not to take them. Maybe I should call her mom? No..... I still haven't faced her parents since I've relapsed. Damn it. My life is fucked. My heart hurts, just thinking about Dre not being herself. I feel so much pain, and I don't know how to fix it all.

Dres pov

I sat on the couch, mad at myself. I can't stop making this worse. "What's wrong Audrey?" My mom asked sighing, tired of my constant problems. "I'm done with these pills. It's been two weeks tomorrow and I'm done." I said serious. She sighed. "I think you should stick with it. The doctor said it sometimes takes months for the side effects to work themselves out." She said. "No. I'm ruining my marriage. I've been so horrible to Michael and......everyone keeps telling me how mean I've been and I'm not myself. I'm like an empty person. I rather be an emotional mess than be an empty person. I can't even tell Michael I love him." I said mad. I took a couple deep breaths, "mom. I cannot take this medication anymore. This is my life, my body and I'm done." I said calmly. "I'm scared that your going to have a mental break down coming off this medication." My mom said sitting next to me. "Me too but mom, I miss Michael. I can't see him till I'm normal again. Michael cannot handle this right now. Us fighting is going to hurt his recovery." I said.

I was two days off my medication and I felt okay. I felt a little down but that's okay. I kept to myself today. I stayed in Michaels office and did his paperwork. A knock echoed through the room, "come in?" I asked confused. Noah walked through the door looking around the room, "is there something I can help you with?" I asked politely. He sat down in the chair across from me, "when does this other boss come back?" He asked. "Hopefully in about two months." I replied. Most of the new employees don't know who Michael is or that he's my husband. I told Will I'd like to keep it that way for now. "Maybe I can talk to him about taking your position." He stated. "What?" I asked confused. "I just think head writer is too much for you. You're constantly gone, and I'm picking up your slack anyways." He said having no shame. I just giggled. "Yeah maybe. I'm sure the other boss would love to hear your complaint about me." I said closing my binder of paperwork. "Yeah. Then you could just stick to being his assistant and leave the real work to me." He smiled. "Get out." I laughed. "I'm serious." He said getting up. "I know and that's the funny part." I said as he left.

It came to our lunch break and Ally, Wesley and I sat at our table. "So did Will tell you guys about this Noah guy?" I laughed. "Yeah." Wesley chuckled. "No, what?" Ally replied. "He wants my job. He came in my office today telling me he's going to go to Michael about getting my job." I laughed. "No fucking way!" Wesley laughed. "What did you say back?!" Ally asked eager. "That he should and that Michael would love to hear his complaint. I love the fact he has no idea Michael is my husband." I laughed. "How's Mike doing?" Wesley asked. I was silent. "We aren't speaking right now. I'm going to see him at the end of the week. I've been off my medication for two days and I feel a little normal. My mom and i are ready for a mental break down. We know it's coming." I sighed. "Please call us. Let us help." Ally begged. "Yeah Dre. We're here. We want to be there for you." Wes said. I nodded.

"I'm coming over." Ally said following me to my car As our work day ended. "What?" I laughed. "I miss you and we haven't hung out. I'm pregnant and need my bestie. So take me home with you." She demanded. "Come on." I laughed. We jammed to our music and had a good time. "Mama we're home." Ally hollered as we go in the door. "Hey!" My mom smiles as Jay walked to me. I picked my baby up giving him so much love. "Mamaaaaa!" He squealed. "Did he see Michael today?" I asked. "Yes, Jackie took him. He loves his uncle Jackie." She laughed. "I know." I replied. "Let me have my baby," ally teased taking Jay. He loved his aunt ally too. We went upstairs to my room and watched some movies. Jay took a nap as we chose another movie off Netflix. "Ohhh A Walk To Remember!!" Ally said in a hushed voice as Jay slept. "Dre, there's someone at the door for you." My mom said with a worried face. "Who is it?" I asked getting up. "Erin." She replied. I looked to ally confused. "I'll stay with him," my mom said. Ally and I both went down stairs. I opened the door to find a unsettled Erin. "Erin?" I said. She lightly chewed on her thumb nervously. "I should go," she said about to walk away. "No, what's wrong?" I asked. "I just-....I just need someone to talk to." She said upset. "Come in." I said grabbing her.

I sat her on the couch and got her water as Ally tried to calm her down. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Where's Michael?" She asked calmly down. I sighed. "He's back in rehab sadly." I confessed. "You're lucky you know. Chris. He never even tried." she said as tears filled her eyes. "What's going on?" I asked. "After high school, I dumped Chris. Like i said i would. Went to college for a couple years. I came home for winter break and I saw Chris. We.... we had just hooked up for one night. Three weeks later I'm pregnant." She said pausing. "I never told him. I never told Chris he had a son." She cried. My eyes went wide hearing Erin has a son and her word chose of had for Chris. "What do you mean had Erin?" Ally asked. "Chris ODed." She cried. My heart broke. "He didn't make it." She sobbed. We both hugged her tight. "I-I don't know what to do, Sam will never know his dad. I'm sorry. I don't mean to put this on you." She said wiping her face. "Erin were still friends. You can come to me." I said holding her hand. "Mamaaaa!" Jay cried. "I got him." Ally said getting up. "Was I wrong for keeping Sam from Chris?" She asked shaking. "Not at all. Michael relapsed 4 months ago. He refused help. Jay and I left and stayed here. Jay wasn't going to see his dad like that." I said. "Sorry usually I would cry with you but I'm coming off anxiety medication right now and I can't really sympathize with people like I use to." I apologized. "It's fine. I j-just..... I just need someone to talk to." She said ashamed. "Hey we're here, always." I said hugging her. "This might be a lot to ask.... but would you go to the funeral with me?" She asked shakily. "Of course." I said.  "Just let me know place and time."

"You're actually going to go to the funeral?" Ally asked after Erin left. "Yeah. She needs a friend." I shrugged as we both sat down at the kitchen table and Jay played with my moms Tupperware containers on the floor. "Don't you hate Chris?" She asked. I shook my head. "Michael is responsible for his addiction." I said. "I think it's great of you to be there for Erin. You owe her that." My mom said. "How?" I asked confused. "You stopped being her friend because of Chris. Now look at you." My mom said. I rolled my eyes. "I'm right." She stated. "I know!" I replied with an attitude. "I'm here." Wesley hollered walking in the house. "Mama." He smiled hugging my mom. "What's going on, the vibe is weird." He asked. I rubbed my face exhausted. "You remember Chris?" I asked. He nodded. "Erin showed up here today sobbing. Chris ODed and died. They have a son together. Chris never knew about him." I said sadly. "Is Erin okay?" He asked concerned. I shook my head. "She's a mess. I'm trying to be there for her. She needs a friend. Bad. I'm going to the funeral with her." I said. "I'll go too." Wes said. I gave him a light smile, "she'll be happy to hear that." I said grabbing his hand.

I sat on my bed, rocking a sleeping Jay. My hands stroked his black curly hair. I loved playing with his curls. They were just like his daddies. I had such a hard time learning how to take care of his hair. Thank god for Michael. I love how much Jay looks like Michael. I love having this little piece of Michael and me. I sniffed Jays hair, embracing his baby smell. "Don't grow too fast." I whispered to him. I slowly got up, still holding my baby tight. I gently walked to his room, yes my mom has a room for Jay. I set him down, watching as he stirred in his sleep. I stood there for a while, just staring at Jay. Thinking. "Hey." My mom said in a hushed tone. I jumped, as she scared me. She nodded her head, signaling me to come to her. I walked out to her. She was sitting on my bed, I sat next to her. "I use to do that with you and Riley all the time." She smiled putting her arm around me. "I love being his mommy." I smiled leaning my head on her shoulder. "He will be home before you know it. Only two more months." She said kissing the top of my head.