Shadows of the marked

9

"What the hell are you doing?" Calvin asks, making me jump. I glance back down the the computer and try my best to think of what his password might be. Cal won't tell me what's going on.

"What's your password?"

"You won't find what you're looking for on there, Gray." He says lowly, leaning against the doorframe. I glare at him and raise me eyebrow until he gives me his password. "My little wolf." He sighs.

I type in the password, and a photo of the two of us on our wedding day pops up as his background. Files line both sides of the computer, each carefully labeled and alphabetized. My eyes wander around hopelessly, because I'll never be able to know what he's not telling me without a label.

"Just give up. I know you better than to keep something like that on my computer." He sighs out loud. I glance over at him before falling back in the chair. Crossing my arms over my chest I pout in my husbands direction.

"Just tell me-" I grumble. "It can't be that bad-can it?" Thinking over what it could be, a thousand things come to my mind.

"No Gray I'm not-" he says quickly.

"Are you cheating on me?" My heart nearly breaks at the idea of it. It's been three days since he's slept in the same bed as me- and before that I didn't give him the attention he needed. Maybe that's what it is. Maybe he found somebody to replace me for awhile..

Tears form in my eyes, and Calvin is quick to rush to me and deny what I had assumed. "No, no, baby. Nothing like that." He wipes the tears from my eyes and kisses my forehead.

"I would understand why if you are- I mean maybe she's pretty and can actually have a baby- or-"

"Shut up, Gray." Cal says with a low growl. "I'm not cheating on you, and I never want to. I don't care if we can't have a baby, and you're so beautiful. You and I both know that- why are you being so emotional?" He knots his eyebrows.

I pout and my bottom lip quivers. "I don't know, Calvin. I just don't feel like your equal when you keep stuff from me.. I just feel like your....bitch." I sniffle.

"Fuck- are you on your period or something?" His eyes meet mine and I shrug my shoulders. Maybe I'm about to start, who knows. "Stop that. Don't call yourself that because it isn't true, Gray. You're still a newborn, and I don't want you doing anything reckless if I set you off- I will tell you when the time is right." He presses a kiss to my forehead.

"Well you act like I did something wrong-" I frown, looking into his eyes and watching as they flicker from me to the computer.

"How?" He wonders, his eyes meeting mine. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and wipe my eyes with the back of my hand.

"You've been sleeping in the spare room and you haven't kissed me goodnight or good morning or-" I sniffle.

"You're the one that told me to go sleep in the spare room, Gray." He sighs in defeat. "I didn't think you wanted me to kiss you because you were mad at me." He frowns.