Have you ever woken up in the morning and not remembered what you did the night before? (Prompt: August '07)
His arm was asleep from the shoulder down. That was the first thing he noticed. The second? No matter how hard he pressed his face into the pillow, it still wasn't dark enough. He hadn't been this hungover since... Bobby frowned into the pillow, realizing it was only a month ago. Slowly, he sat up, swinging his legs down from the couch. He scrubbed his hands over his face, letting his fingertips linger on his eyes. It was never good when he woke up on the couch, especially since he couldn't remember the previous night. Pulling the blanket down from the back of the couch, he wrapped it around his shoulders in lieu of finding an actual sweatshirt. He stood up slowly, bracing a hand on the arm rest as he closed his eyes against the vertigo. Bobby shuffled into the kitchen, but paused beside the counter. Andy's keys were missing, though he knew she had the day off. Had she left last night?
"You're awake," Andy said from behind him. Her voice was cold, her words clipped. She clearly was not inviting conversation.
Bobby wrapped the blanket tighter around his shoulders as he turned around to face her and replied, "Yeah... I uh, just woke up. Where were you?"
"I had a doctor's appointment, " she said curtly, crossing her arms over her belly, "You knew that."
"I did? When did you tell me? Why didn't you wake me up?" Bobby rubbed a hand over his face. "I'm sorry I missed another one."
Andy sighed and dropped her arms to her sides. "God dammit, Bobby..." she trailed off, dropping her graze to the floor. She didn't look up when she started speaking again. Her voice had lost the icy edge to it, instead becoming soft and shaky. "You don't remember anything that happened last night, do you?"
"No," he said, leaning a little to meet her eyes. The movement started the room spinning again and he slowly straightened up, giving up on his trademark questioning style. "So why don't you help me out, huh?" he added.
"You don't care, do you? About anything? If you hadn't been so typically drunk last night, we wouldn't be having this conversation. We would't have," her voice cracked, prompting her to pause. She sucked in a breath and continued, "We wouldn't have fought last night. Bobby, I... I didn't sleep at all last night because I was laying awake thinking."
Andy finally looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "I can't do this anymore. I'm too tired to keep fighting with you. You don't care about me, you don't care about Grace and you certainly don't care about yourself." She paused again, looking back down at the floor as she started to cry. "I think you should leave."
"What?" he blurted out, unable to come up with anything else. He stared at her like a deer in headlights, desperately searching his memory for some hint as to what happened last night. He shook his head, ignoring the nausea that came with it, and closed the space between them. He started to put his arms around her when she stopped him, holding her hands up.
"Bobby... don't..." she said, looking down at the floor again, letting her hands drop.
"Whatever I did, I'm sor-"
"No, you're not!" she shouted, cutting him off. "You keep saying that, over and over and over and I stupidly forgive you every time! But you don't mean it. You never do. I don't think you ever did."
He took a step back from her. "Yes, I am. I am sorry. Whatever I did or said, I didn't mean it," he replied.
"Really? Bobby, are you even taking your meds anymore? Or how about going to see Skoda?" she asked, her words becoming clipped again as the anger from the night before started to creep back into her voice. She pressed a hand into the small of her back, looking up at him, waiting for an answer.
It was his turn to look at the floor. All he could do was shake his head.
"Right. You're not even trying to help yourself," she said before pausing. Angry tears dripped down her cheeks, but she refused to let herself cry anymore, even as her voice caught in her throat. "I have to think about the baby. I have to put her first. There's no way I can raise a child with you," she finished, swiping quickly at her cheeks with the back of her hand.
He nodded. He knew she was right and he didn't see any point in trying to change her mind. This had been long overdue. No matter how badly he wanted to hug her right now, it wouldn't help anything. Everything she had said was true and anything he could say now would just be delaying things more.
Andy spoke softly, "I think... you should be out by tonight. Maybe... if you get some help... we can try this again later." She slipped the engagement ring from her finger and gently set it on the counter. She glanced up at him sadly and turned around, going into the nursery. She closed the door softly, locking it behind her.
Bobby didn't move from his spot. He wrapped the blanket tighter around his shoulders as he stared at the floor. He wasn't even sure what had just happened, it wasn't registering to him. Maybe the hangover was to blame. No... of course it was. But only partly. As he stood in the kitchen, he wished he could cry or show some kind of emotion. All that was there was numbness.