My first Demily story. From a prompt by my friend Stacey.
ENJOY.
Don't Emily Me
She heard crying. Where was it coming from? She looked around the office she was in. There was nothing. She shook her head and closed her eyes. She opened her eyes and was now in her pitch black bedroom and laying on her bed. The noise was obvious now. She reached her hand to the nightstand and picked up the baby monitor that was playing the baby's wails.
"Derek," she mumbled. She sat up. "Derek, wake up," she said as she placed the baby monitor by his ear.
"Ugh, what is it, Emily?"
"It's your turn to get DJ."
"Emily."
"Don't 'Emily' me. It's your turn."
"Emily, I need to sleep."
"I think I need to sleep a little bit more than you. I'm the one who has to be here with him all day."
"I gotta go to work tomorrow."
"Today."
"What?" Derek asked as he tightened his arm around his wife's waist.
"It's 3AM."
"Oh, baby, come on."
"It's your turn. I went through nine months of pregnancy, 35 hours of labor, and gave birth to your son, you owe me. The least you could do is get up and calm him down."
"Ugh," Derek pulled himself away from Emily and grabbed his shirt from the corner of the bed. "I'm never going to win this, am I?
"Nope," Emily said.
"I thought so." Derek leaned over his wife on the bed and kissed her on the forehead. "Thank you."
Emily smiled. "Your welcome. Now, please go get your son. I want to get back to sleep."
"Oh, haha." Derek walked toward the door of their bedroom.
"I love you."
"I love you, too." Derek answered before going to quiet down their son in the nursery.
So there you have it my first Demily story. If you like it let me know, I may make it into a series. Love it or hate it review and let me know.
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