I lay awake in bed waiting for Shaheer to come home. He promised he'd be home hours ago but he still wasn't and every time i texted him he'd say he was on the way. This had been happening lately. It was a little past 11pm when i finally heard him walk through the door.

"Where have you been?" i questioned as he walked through the bedroom doorway.

"Out," he simply said.

"You said you'd be home hours ago," i sighed.

"Well something came up," he groaned.

"Shah this is the fourth time this has happened in the past two weeks," i whined, "What's going on?"

"My God nothing is going on Erica" he rose his voice, "Just go to bed I'll be there in a minute."

"Shaheer it's obvious somethings bothering you," i sighed. His chest touched mine as I pulled him towards me. "Please just tell me."

"You want to know what's bothering me right now Eri? You are. Now will you please just go to bed," he yelled pulling out of your grip.

"Fine," i breathed holding back the tears. I felt so bad. It felt as if someone has stabbed me a million times. I was the one who waited for him till this hour of the night when I am supposed to rest. I was the one who skipped the dinner waiting for him. I was the one who worried all this while. And now I was the one annoying him. Great!

I walked out and went to go sleep in the guest room. I dropped onto the bed and covered myself with the comfy pillow. No matter how comfortable the bed was, it sure wasn't going to get me sleep tonight. I just thought through the night why my concern for him is annoying to him. I couldn't tell when I cried myself to sleep.

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I woke up to the birds chirping. Tears dried down from the cheeks. Hair being a complete mess. I walked down the stairs to the kitchen. I made myself some juice and sat in the balcony. I watched the sunrise as i slowly sipped the juice. I heard some shuffling from the living room. I turned around and noticed Shaheer in the living room fidgeting with the newspapers. Oh! so the man is alive and awake but still doesnt care about his pregnant wife who skipped her dinner and spent half of her night sleepless. I walked past him without saying a word to the bedroom. I'll rather not bother him as apparently i had been a burden on him. I went into the bathroom and got ready. i came out of the bathroom and was getting ready in the closet when i heard the main door shut. i cam out of the room and checked for Shaheer but he left! He already left this early! he didnt even speak to me since last night.

I went back to the kitchen disheartened. I decided to make some breakfast. Getting some into me was important considering the fact that i did not eat anything last night. As i finished making some sandwich i heard the main door creak open once again and m grief stricken and teary eyed husband walked in. He had some flowers his hands. He came and stood beside me and pushed the flowers towards me. His face asking for apology. i ignored him and continued working on the sandwich.

"Please Erica! please to me! I'm really sorry. I didnt mean what i said last night." he said apologetically.

"Its okay shaheer! My fault not yours! I am a burden on you. I'm sorry." I said shoving his damn flowers away and then looked away.

"I'm really sorry baby! I was just worked up with the work. You know i am having these extra shoots. i was tensed and really sad because i couldnt spend time with you because of all these work. I was so worked up and i didnt have control over what i was saying." He said.

"So you scream on your wife whom you wanted to spend time with. Just great!" I mocked him.

"Please Eri..... I'm sorry!" He said turning me around with a cute puppy face plastered on his head. How can you not love this man. He obviously was worked up. I should have helped him.

"You know i owe you nothing until you make that face. Its okay Shah!" I said and he pulled me into a hug.

"Now go! You'll be late for the work!"I said as i pulled away from him, reminding him that he was late for his work.

"Bye Love! I'll be back home soon with some food." He said merrily as he hurried away to go to his work.