I sighed when I realized what time it was. 2:30 am, and Timothée still had not come home. He has been out partying and celebrating multiple times a week, and while I'm proud of his success, its extremely frustrating to come home every day to an empty house instead of my husband.

We've been married a little over a year, and it's very safe to say we've passed the newlywed stage. I feel like he never wants to be around me anymore. I refocused my eyes on the TV, I have trouble sleeping when I'm waiting for Timothée to come home, so there's no use in trying to fall asleep. About 5 minutes later, I heard a key enter the door. I sighed, turning off the TV and immediately headed upstairs. I was not in the mood to fight with him about how late he was, he doesn't see my point of view and I was genuinely too tired to say anything.

I was halfway across the kitchen when he opened the door, and I grumbled knowing that he had spotted me. I was hoping to make it into bed before he found me so he would just leave me be. "Hi babe," he started and I shook my head, continuing towards bed. "Baby," he started. "Don't, Timothée. I'm tired, It's late. I want to go to bed." I retaliated and he sighed.

"I know, I'm late. I'm sorry. Armie's in town and I wanted to see him." he replied and I shook my head. "I'm glad you had fun with Armie, but did it have to be until 3 am? I'm so proud of your success and I'm glad you have a break to celebrate yourself, but staying out every other night until 3 is not acceptable." I told him, the anger inside of me growing rapidly.

"You're being so overdramatic! I came home, didn't I?" he asked and I shook my head. "I can't believe you. You say that as if it's an accomplishment, like it was so hard for you to come home and be with your wife. I would think that you would actually want to spend some time with me, but I guess I was wrong. You can sleep in the guest room. I don't want to be around you if it's such a hassle for you." I snapped and he shook his head.

"Chéri, I-" "Save it, Timothée. This conversation is over for tonight. I'm tired, it is far too late for me to be awake but I didn't have a choice. So if you will excuse me, I would like to go to bed." I told him and I marched up to our room, climbing into our bed.

Once my head hit the pillow, the tears didn't stop. I was heartbroken. I love Timothée more than anything, and the fact that he made it seem like it was such a burden for him to come home was really upsetting to me and just confirmed my suspicions that he doesn't want to be around me.

I knew for a fact that I wasn't going to sleep, not with us fighting and especially not without him here with me. I turned on the TV and tried to distract myself. It was about 4 am by now, and I was so ready to go to bed but I knew there was no hope in me falling asleep. I really wanted to go to the guest room and crawl in bed with Timothée, but that's not my place. He needs to apologize, not me.

About 5 minutes later, I heard a knock on the door. My heart jumped and I paused the TV, pretending to be asleep. "Baby, I heard the TV. I know you're awake." He mumbled through the door and I sighed, wiping my tears. "Come in." I said to him and the door flew open, Timothée rushing towards me. He sat next to me on the bed, grabbing my two hands in his.

"Mon belle, I'm so sorry. For everything. For the way I've been treating you lately, for all of the late nights, and especially for what I said. I didn't mean it, I hope you know that. There's nothing in this world I love more than spending time with you. I got wrapped up in my own world, I was being so selfish and I'm so sorry for that." Tears flowed from both of our eyes, I was so relieved that he owned up to his mistakes.

"Timmy, thank you for your apology, I forgive you. I just felt like you didn't want to spend time with me lately and that was why you were staying out so late. And then when you said that earlier, I got so upset because I felt like it had confirmed my suspicions that you didn't want to see me." I rushed out and he shook his head, wrapping his arms around me. "Baby, I'm so sorry you felt that way. I hope you know that isn't true. I love nothing more than spending time with you. But I know I haven't been a good husband lately. I'm going to do everything I can to make it up to you. I never meant to hurt you, I love you so much." He told me and I nodded. "I know, baby. I love you too." he smiled and kissed me with so much passion and love, a kiss we hadn't shared in a while.

"Thank you for your apology, Timmy. It means a lot to me. I'm sorry I ever doubted you. Now can we go to sleep? You know I don't sleep well without you." I told him and he chuckled as I opened up the covers for him.

"I thought you'd never ask."