"I'm home." Spencer says, as he steps into your shared aparment. He slips out of his old black Converse, hoping to find you still awake, since it's already 1AM.

And there you are, sitting on your bed while reading a book. Your expression is totally blank, as you don't even raise your head to look up at your fiancé, who just came back from a week long case.

He sighs, cause he knows what's wrong. He knows what you are feeling. You feel neglected, he always puts his work before you. You are always his second choice, and he knew that this week was important to you because you set up some meetings with your wedding planner to get everything sorted out. And he wasn't here once again.

He sits on the bed next to you, placing his hand on your knee as he starts talking. "Hun..." he tries to say, as you basically shush him "Don't." it's the only thing you say, pulling away from his kind grip on your knee. You focus again on your book, but he sees right through you: you are hurt.

"Come on sweetpea, you know that-" "Are you actually going to be there on our wedding day or are you going do ditch me for another case? I wouldn't be surprised at all." You suddenly say, snapping at him.

He looks at you and he doesn't even know what to say. He hates the fact that you feel like this, but he also feels that what you just said wasn't fair either.

"I-"

He tries to say, before you interrupt him again.