Traded Mistakes
Chapter Six: Forgiven.
We had come back home after having our dinner at the pizzeria and to say that things weren't a bit tense would be a big giant lie. I had a feeling that Spencer could tell that something was wrong but he hadn't said anything just yet. He was sitting on one side of the couch while I was laying against the arm of the other.
I had been staring into space, not really thinking of anything much. Just random tidbits about unrelated things.
We were both dressed in our pajamas. It was still a little odd to me to see him outside of his nerdy chic look. That's what I had come to think of it. It was definitely nerdy but he had his way of wearing it that made it look fashionable. I found it adorable.
He was currently flipping through a book. I wasn't sure if it was a new one or not. He had several of them on the shelf against the wall. Sometimes I thought about grabbing one and trying to read one of them. There wasn't much that I could do here at the house. Spencer didn't have a television.
I never thought to ask him about getting one. I didn't want to make things even harder on him. I wasn't one to pay attention to television at all anyway. It was merely background noise when I was living with Meredith. But she had paid attention to it.
"Did I do something wrong?" I heard the sound of the book close. I tilted my head to the side so that I could see him a little bit.
"What?" I had heard him of course, I just wanted to be sure I wasn't imagining hearing him ask that.
"You seem upset. Did I say something to upset you?" I almost just shook my head at him and disregarded the whole thing. But I knew I couldn't do that.
If anything was going to happen, if I was going to make this work I had to be honest with him. "Yes." I said quietly as I swung my feet over to the floor so I could get up.
"W-What did I say?" He had turned his body towards me. He was trying to show me that he was paying attention now.
"Just think about the conversation at the pizzeria. You can figure it out." You're smart enough. I added silently as I got up and began to walk towards the bedrooms. I didn't want to argue about this. He could figure it out for himself.
I had felt him grab my hand before I could get it far though. "Why don't you just tell me what I said that pissed you off?"
"I shouldn't have to tell you. If you're smart you'll be able to figure it out by just thinking about what you said." I sighed as I slowly pulled his hand from around my wrist. "I'm tired, we can talk about it in the morning."
I was surprised he let me go. But he did. I closed my room's door and then slipped under the covers and snuggled against my pillow, hoping that I could get some sleep.
It had to be at least a couple hours before I felt arms around my waist. "Spencer..." I groaned as I opened my eyes and looked over at him.
"I'm sorry." I heard him whisper softly as his arms tighten slightly around me. I was feeling sort of in a daze as I was focused more on his arms around me more than what he was saying. We never really had such close contact like this. At least not for more than a couple seconds.
"It's fine. We can talk about it in a couple hours when we've gotten a bit more sleep. I'm exhausted." I sighed.
"Okay, can I at least stay in here with you?" I figured he would want to be in his bedroom. In his bed. Alone.
He didn't want to though. He wanted to stay in here with me. I bit my lip to make myself not smile before I nodded. "Okay." I scooted over a little bit so he'd have more for his lanky figure. I was pleasantly surprised when he kept his arms around me and pulled me closer to him as we settled into silence once again.
I felt comfortable here with him.
I was the first one to wake up and I rubbed my eyes as I began looking around. I had almost forgotten that he had come in the room last night. I looked over to the alarm clock that was on the nightstand and nearly jumped up. It was nearly 11:30.
I didn't have anywhere that I need to be but Spencer did. If I didn't wake him up now he was going to be nearly two hours late for work.
His arm had slipped away from me and were hanging by his side. I sat up and began shaking him awake. But he didn't budge.
I sighed as I called his name. "Spencer. Spencer. You gotta wake up."
I tried slapping him but he only turned over. I raised my eyebrow at him before pushing him over so he was laying on his back again. I figured there were only two options left on what I could do to wake up. The first one wasn't nearly as embarrassing as the first one.
I moved up closer to his head and pressed my lips softly against didn't even respond. God, he was a heavy sleeper. It was either that or he was exhausted. I knew that it was possible he was. He always looked tired when he came home. He just never went to sleep, always staying up to read one of his books or look over a case file.
I worried about him a lot. I just never told him that.
"Spence." I groaned as I straddled his waist. I'm sure I was a bit heavy. I may have not been showing yet but I knew that I wasn't the lightest of women.
I sighed not believing what I was about to do.
I reached down towards his flannel pajama pants and was beginning to pull them down his hands stopped me. I had to stop myself from screaming at his sudden hold on me. "What are you doing?" He said as he looked me dead in the eyes. He really looked tired.
"You wouldn't wake up." I pouted.
"You couldn't shake me awake or pour water on my head?" He chuckled.
"I tried shaking you awake but you didn't move. I tried some other things but this was the only thing that seemed to work." I paused for a moment as I lifted my weight off of him. "You're late for work." I muttered.
He quickly looked over towards the alarm clock and then groaned. "I'll call JJ while you're getting dressed to let her know you're on your way." I said as I made him look at me. "Thanks." He gave me a lazy smile as I got up off of him and headed towards the kitchen where his house phone was.
I quickly called JJ who originally thought I was Spencer but I quickly explained that he overslept before telling her he was on his way. She thanked me for letting her know before I hung up the phone. By the time I got through with the phone call Spencer was hurriedly walking out of the hallway looking flustered.
His tie was askew and his hair was everywhere. He was about to head outside but I had to stop him. I couldn't let him leave like that. I didn't necessarily want the team getting any ideas about us.
We were living together but we didn't necessarily do certain things together.
"I'm already late, Nati. I don't want to be anymore late." He groaned but came over to me anyway.
"I know. Your tie is bothering me." I didn't have OCD but I did like somethings to look neat. Spencer definitely didn't look neat like he usually did.
I undid his tie and began working on retying it again. "You should get a few clip-ons for mornings like this."
He shook his head as he looked down at me. "That's tacky, I'd rather look like I just got out of bed than wear those." I giggled a little as I finished it off. "There you go. Have a good day."
He was still standing there after a couple seconds.
"What? You're gonna be ridiculously late if you don't hurry." I muttered as he took a step closer to me. I didn't know what he was doing. It was like he actually wanted to be late.
"I'll get there. I just want to do something first." I gave me a strange look before I felt him cupping my cheeks with his hands and then his lips were on mine. His lips were soft even though he had just woke up a couple minutes ago. I expected it to be a quick peck but he was still here; molding his lips against mine as I kissed him back slowly.
We stayed there, close and attached by the lips for a couple seconds longer before Spencer reluctantly pulled away. He was smiling. "I've been wanting to do that for awhile."
I wanted to say something in retort but then I remembered we were on a time limit. "We'll talk about it when you get back. I hope they don't ask too many questions. You could always just make up a lie." I shrugged as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"I'm a horrible liar." He admitted as kissed my forehead. I was trying to figure out what was making him be so affectionate this morning. He never tried before, so why now?
"Go before they come get you." I whispered as I pushed back on his shoulders. He barely moved but he nodded anyways. "I'll see you later." He smiled as he kissed my cheek before turning around and walking out the door.
I touched my lips and smiled. I can't believe that just happened.
I shook my head after a few minutes of replaying that scene in my head and decided to get started on some laundry. Both his and mine.
It would be something for me to do today instead of just laying around all day. That in itself could get tiring.
By the time I was through putting the first load in I was bored. I had walked back into the living room and looked over to the shelf of tons of books. I decided to grab one of them. If not to just have something to do while I waited for the first load to finish so I could put the wet clothes in the dryer but to see what Spencer sees when he's reading all of these.
I chose one of the more thinner books and plopped down on the couch. It was a book by some philospher. I was down to read something interesting for once. Something I wasn't used to.
By the time the washer beep letting me know the load was finished I had just got through with the first chapter. I didn't understand most of it but I kept up reading it anyways. I would figure out a way to make sense of it. Or I could just ask Spencer about it later.
I put the load in the dryer and added the next load which was the last load in the washer before going back to my seat on the couch. I returned back to the book hoping that I could get further in before Spencer got back.
A couple hours had passed and I had folded the laundry and it was sitting in two baskets on the floor next to the sofa; separated by basket. My clothes were in one and his was in the other. I didn't think it was best to mesh our things together just yet. We were just starting to form some kind of relationship.
If this morning was any kind of inclination, we would be okay for the upcoming weekend visiting my mother.
I was getting to the fifth chapter when I heard the door open. I made no move to stop reading or even get up. He would come over here eventually. Eventually had come and he was lifting me up so he could sit with my head laying in his lap.
"Whatcha reading?" He asked as he lifted up the cover of the book. I didn't really pay much attention to him as he sat there. "Do you get it?" He asked after a few moment.
I closed the book before looking up at him. "No, not really."
He laughed. "Then why are you reading it?"
"I figured I'd divulge into your mind a little bit." He gave me a confused look. "I thought if I read one of the books that you have that maybe I'd have some sort of idea of how your mind works. But I think I got more lost than finding any answers."
"My mind is a bit more complicated than that. I don't think you'd be able to find your way around regardless if you read one of my books or not."
I sighed. "It was worth a shot. So how was work?"
"It was uneventful except when I first came in. There were lots of different things that people said when I came in. Mostly things I wouldn't have ever thought of doing. But, it was fine after that. What have you been doing all day except from trying to read my mind?" I laughed at that last part.
He just smiled. "I washed our clothes." I gestured to the baskets. "Nothing much else apart from that." I shrugged.
He nodded. "I know I already apologized last night but I want to explain myself a bit more. I don't think sometimes when I say things. Especially when it comes to women. It's just hard sometimes for me to communicate without seeming like I'm intentionally being a jerk. I don't mean to be that. I didn't mean to make you feel like I didn't want you around. Like it was a pain for you to be around me because of our current situation. That's not it at all.
I like having you around. It's nice to have someone to come home to. For a long time I haven't had that while the others have. It's something different but I like the idea of it a lot. I'm just really sorry about everything."
"It's okay, Spencer. I forgive you."
"I'm glad. I was afraid you'd be mad still even if I kissed you this morning."
"No." I chuckled. "That was nice. It surprised me actually."
He smiled. "Would you like to order out or would you like to go out or would you like me to make something tonight?"
"I'll make something. You've been working all day. It's about time I became a bit more useful around here." I said as I sat up and made my way towards the kitchen. I knew he didn't have much but I would make it work.
A/N: Hi. :)
I've actually been toying around with this chapter for awhile in my head. But I knew I had to get it down somehow. I hope you like it. The next chapter will start the weekend with Nati's mother. That will be something to read, for sure. :)
Comments would be awesome. :D
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