you woke up to dawson's phone ringing and him still laying asleep on you
he looked so comfortable.
you lifted the phone up noticing it was a work phone call
crap his late..
you cleared your throat answering it
you-hello its mr conzey's partner how can i help?
??-oh is he around? his late and its a very important week for him
you glanced down seeing him move around on your body
you-yeah im sorry but he wasn't well at all last night, he won't be in today
dawson rubbed his eyes glancing up to you with a frown showing his confusion
??-oh dear, i wish him the best for today. tell him i'll have mr denzel cover his shift and to get well soon
you glanced to dawson who lay carelessly with a small smile
you-i sure will goodbye
you placed the phone down hearing dawson chuckle
dawson-im sick am i?
you-yes you are. you're mentally very sick
he snuggled back into you
dawson-mm i need to get starbucks for darien and home before 10
you-ur already late for work its 9:52 so i don't think thats happening anytime soon
your phone rang and dawson sighed rolling away
dawson-im going to change in a minute
he whispered making you giggle.
you went into the bathroom answering the phone call placing it on speaker on the counter whilst you done your skin care routine
you-hey
you said friendly to taramia
taramia-hi is daws at urs?
you-yeah he came in around 11 last night very tired and not feeling too good
taramia sighed clearly annoyed
taramia-he needs to stop working so late then its his own fault
you-no he doesn't his worked his entire life for this promotion
you argued back annoyed with her reaction
taramia-well you don't get a say on the matter his my boyfriend and the father of my child that i have to deal with all day everyda-
you cut her off very frustrated
you-okay im stopping you there, darien is both of yours and his working his ass off for this spot in the company! do you not understand what his doing for your family?
she scoffed making you even more agitated
you-are you fucking serious taramia!!!
you shouted down the phone as dawson came in placing his arms around you shushing you to calm down
you-you've been ignoring his existence and treating him like a money machine, if you're not gonna treat him with respect you can fuck off
you responded watching him smile and place his head on your shoulder
taramia-oh im sorry am i suppose to show affection when his never around?
you-yes, you treasure the time you have with him don't tell me you've fell that deep back into bottles?
taramia-i lost interest a while ago im doing it for darien his never around anymore
she admitted carelessly as you saw dawson's eyes fill up in the mirror
you quickly spun around holding his face as he held the tears back
you-dont cry she needs serious help, does she drink alot?
you asked letting him end the call as you stood hugged him.
dawson-yeah she has been
you-she needs to go back to rehab ignore everything she's saying
there was a previous record of this happening. her post partrum depression where she drank for almost an entire 6 months and ended up in rehab and it's happening all over again.
no matter how horrible she's been and how messed up she is she doesn't mean a word of it and she's my best friend. i promise to help her through this but i can't let the love of my life and his adorable son get caught in the cross fire, no way.
dawson-looks like im staying with you for a while
he said dragging you out your thoughts as he washed his face
you sighed stood beside him
you-im so sorry dawson i'll get her checked into rehab-
dawson-dont be sorry, im going to the apartment i'll be back soon
you-no you're not going there
he chuckled
dawson-im not leaving my son with that alcoholic
he argued leaving the house with a slam and so you got ready waiting for him to return.
