From my story, Colour me red. Out now on my profile!

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It was now the weekend and Kyle was asleep beside me. Even in his sleep the bags beneath his eyes were prominent.

They showed me just how exhausted Kyle was and how he had tossed and turned most of the night. I was awake with him too, he didn't know that though.

I couldn't sleep, he was struggling so much to sleep, his mind preoccupied and too full for him to have any chance to relax. And, it killed me, he wouldn't let me in and when he did it confused me. I couldn't do anything to help him, to stop his mind from wandering to places he wished it never.

Kyle tried to cover up his emotions, he did well sometimes, but others, well, I could see straight through him. They always said the eyes were the window to the soul, but Kyle's eyes weren't a window I wanted to look in; not when he was like this, so down and troubled.

I loved him, so why couldn't I help him? Surely there was a way.

Feeling deflated and knowing I couldn't do anything just yet, I decided to let Kyle sleep. I rolled out of bed and with one more lingering look to my husband, I left and dragged myself in to the kitchen.

He didn't want his mood effecting mine, but how could it not? He was my husband, my other half. Whatever he felt, it hurt me too. We were one, and his emotions rubbed off on me.

Deciding I wanted to make him breakfast in bed, I grabbed food from the fridge and turned on the silver oven. Which stood in the middle of the cabinets and cupboards around it.

The movements to our new house had been halted for now, I was sad and itching to get out of this one, but I was more worried for Kyle. That could wait for now, I could wait a little longer.

I laid some strips of bacon on to the grill and scrambled a few eggs. That's all we really had for breakfast at the moment, but I'm sure Kyle wouldn't mind. Kyle would eat anything you gave him, I loved that he wasn't a fussy eater.

Whilst the food was cooking, I made two steaming cups of coffee.

Coffee was always a good thing in the morning.

I went to check the bacon, to see if it was cooking like it should. The egg was done, and I laid it onto two plates.

I then took the cooked bacon out of the grill and laid it on to the plates.

After I had gotten everything ready, I took the plates upstairs.

Kyle was still asleep, I didn't want to wake him up, because he didn't have much sleep at all last night. In addition, I laid the plate on the table beside his side of the bed.

I'm sure he would wake up and eat it regardless of its temperature. I sat beside him, my back leaning against the head board, my knees crossed over eachother and the plate resting on them.

I was careful not to wake Kyle up by the clatter of my knife and fork or the ruffle of the duvet which was laid over his hips.

As I chewed the last few bits of my food, I looked over at Kyle and his sleeping frame. His back was to me, his arm hanging over the edge of the bed and his hair ruffled against the pillow beside me.

Now and again he would mumble coherent nonsense and snore a little. Other than that, he was relevantly quiet.

I grabbed my plate and took it downstairs quietly. I placed it in the sink.

I then went over to one of the stools behind the island and perched my self on top. I laid my head in my hands and sighed.

I just felt so helpless. What was I supposed to do now? I felt alone and trapped, should I get Kyle help? Or should I leave him to sort it out himself?

Half an hour later I got off the stool I was sat on and made my way upstairs to check on Kyle.

The food on the bedside table had been eaten, half a plate was still left. However, Kyle was still asleep. He must have eaten and then fallen back to sleep. I sighed as I leaned against the door frame.

He must have been exhausted if he slept this much. But, this wasn't like him at all. He was always more of an early bird than I was, not wanting to stay in bed long.

It was already noon, early noon but late nonetheless; especially for Kyle.

I felt even more hopeless that I did before, and a little exhausted. My brain hasn't stopped going in to over drive, I could feel the tears brimming.

I walked out of the room, scared Kyle would wake up any minute and see me crying, for him, because of him. He didn't mean it, he was struggling too, but I still couldn't help the tears that fell.

Leaning on the wall beside the bedroom door, I took hold of my phone perched in my pocket. I rang Matt.

"Hey." I heard Matt greet. "You okay?" His tone held on a curious tone and a hint of worry.

"You're dad's still a doctor, right?" Stupid question, but I didn't know where to start.

"Yes, why?"

"Can you ask him to come here, just to do a few check ups on Kyle?" I said it slowly, not sure how to tell him without sounding silly.

"Would that work?" Matt replied, he seemed a little hesitant.

"Matt, I really don't know what else to do, I'm trying." I could feel the tears coming down again. I heard Matt sigh.

"Of course, it's a Sunday anyway so he's not busy. He'll be over as soon as possible, baby girl."

"Thank you, love you." I added in quickly before ending the call before Matt could say anything at all.

I sat down on the carpeted floor, by Kyle but not close. If he needed me I'd be there, but I also had to wait for Greg, Matt's father to arrive.

Only ten minutes later, I heard a knock on the door. I got up from the floor and made my way to the door quietly. I didn't know why I was being quiet, Kyle would have to wake up now anyway.

I opened the door and Greg was stood outside with a long brown coat on, a pair of black jeans and brown brogues. He held a pair of glasses in his hand, and his salt and pepper hair was a little messy from the wind. He had always been a handsome man. Matt got his looks from him.

"Come in, thank you so much for coming." I said as Greg came in to my house, wiping his feet on the mat.

"It's no problem, where is he?" I pointed up the stairs and Greg started to climb them. I followed after him. No other words were exchanged between us.

Greg was a bright man, professional and extremely focused. I'd rather let him just get on with his thing, hoping he could help.

I watched him make his way into our room. I couldn't help but think this was a stupid idea, Kyle wasn't physically ill or in pain. This was a stupid, stupid idea. But I couldn't concentrate, I couldn't help him. This was the only solution I had, and I felt better knowing I could do something to help.

I followed after Greg and went over to Kyle. Greg waited in the centre of the room.

"Kyle." I shook Kyle's shoulders, hoping he'd wake. He was in a deep sleep. I shook him again.

This time, his eyes cracked open urgently, he looked to me and sat up slowly. He hadn't noticed his surroundings yet.

"Morning." Kyle croaked. I smiled a little and Kyle looked to me with narrowed eyes, sensing something. "What is it?"

I looked over to Greg and Kyle's eyes followed. He sat up straighter when he saw him.

"Who's he?" He asked.

"Greg, Matt's father, he's a doctor." I stated. Kyle's eyes flickered to mine in worry.

"You're not ill are you? The baby's okay isn't it?" He trailed off. I sighed.

"I'm fine. He's not for me, he's for you." I stated. Kyle looked to me again, his eye brows furrowing.

"Why would I need a doctor?" Kyle asked.

"Because you're not yourself and I don't know what else to do." I said quietly. Shrugging slightly.

"I don't need a doctor!" Kyle suddenly exploded. "I don't want anyone here!" He shot up from the bed.

Greg moved forward.

"Kyle, I just want to check everything." Greg said. Kyle looked over to him.

"I don't need you to help me." Kyle pointed his way. "I'm fine." He gritted.

"Obviously not if your wife called me here." Greg answered calmly. Kyle looked back over to me.

"Why would you do this? I don't need any help, I told you I was fine!" He boomed. I moved over to the door.

"Do this for your wife, Kyle, for your baby." Greg replied, trying to calm him down. Kyle stopped, his chest moving up and down heavily as he stared at me. My eyes felt like they were welling up, yet again.

"I didn't know what to do." I said to him again, I felt suffocated in here, I needed to get out. "I didn't know how to help you, I'm sorry." I said before moving out of the room and closing the door behind me. My heart was beating fast.

I went over to the wall and slid down to the floor, my tears running freely.

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I'm so sorry for taking so long. And I'm so sorry this chapter is short. Hope you forgive me. I hope this isn't too shitty!:)