I get out of the uber and I stand out of the house. Here we go. That's it. Baby steps, right? First the house and then Jensen. I take a deep breath and I walk to the door. I take my keys out and then I unlock the door. I open it and I walk inside. That's when I notice Jensen sleeping on the couch. He immediately gets up and looks at me "Oh, I thought you'd be in Vancouver" I say

"No, I had a few days off and I decided to come home" he says rubbing his eyes "If you had called me, I would have cooked something" he says

"It's fine" I say and he nods.

"Well, how are you?" he asks

"Good, good"

"Great" he says and forces himself to smile

"Ok, I'm gonna go take a shower and head to bed because I'm exhausted and dirty" I say and he nods

"Do you need help with your bags?" he asks

"No, thanks. Goodnight" I say and I head upstairs.

I get in the room and I close the door. Well, the baby steps plan is screwed. But I got this, right? I'm good, I'm healed and I can face him. I take all the things out my suitcase and I put them in the washing machine. I take some fresh clothes and I get in the shower.

After the shower, I immediately jumping in bed. I really missed it. And I missed him but I don't know what to say to him after that last fight.

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The morning I wake up still alone in bed. It's actually the first time in months that I finally felt it like I was home again. And it was really nice. But only one thing was missing.

I ended up staying all day in the room so I didn't have to face Jensen yet. I had to figure out what to say to him. But it was already getting dark again. That's when I noticed how much time I spent in here.

A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts."Come in" I say. Jensen opens the door and comes in. "You know you don't have to knock"

"Well, I'm not sleeping in that couch again, I'll probably go to the guests room next time" he says stretching his back.

"Why aren't you coming here?" I ask but he ignores me. He takes his suitcase and starts to pack "Are you going to work?" I ask

"Yes" he says and starts to get dressed.

"I'm sorry I left like that" I say and he stops

"Oh really? Because it doesn't seem like it" he says

"What do you mean?"

"You leave, you come back whenever you want. No warning, nothing. You've been gone for three months and you couldn't even return my phone calls? Let me know how are you doing? And then you show up here and wait for me to fine with it? Well, I'm not fine with it"

"I know and I'm sorry but it was good for me. The detox from everything and everyone helped me heal"

"And what about me? I was hurting every second you were away (Y/N)"

"I'm sorry, I am truly sorry that I wasn't here for you, but I'm here now. And I'm here to help you. To help eachother like we always do, right?" I ask.

"Look, we've been through a lot together. And you've changed (Y/N)" he says

"No, I haven't. I mean maybe I've just grown but I haven't changed. And yes, we have been through a lot but we are going through something now too. So we need to fight. For better or for worse right? That's what we swore to eachother, right? Well, this is the worse. So we need to keep pushing, to keep fighting"

"I'm not sure we are worth fighting for anymore" he says

"What?" I whisper

"Forget it" he says and closes his suitcase

"No, you don't just throw the bomb and leave. Because we are worth fighting for. We need to fight the best way we can because this is marriage. You don't just give up. You don't just stop" I say

"Yes, you do. You do just stop. And you know what they call that? Divorce" he says pissed

"That's your easy way to get out, isn't it?" I ask fighting not to cry in front of him

"I have to leave for work" he says and leaves.