(Alex’s POV)
I woke up this morning to an empty bed. I hate that. Not just because the bed is empty or because I want to curl myself around my mate and enjoy a few minutes with her, either. No, it goes deeper. Much deeper.
Ever since we’ve patched things up between us, whenever I wake up to an empty bed, I go straight into panic mode. I’ve had some pretty bad panic attacks because of it. Two of which I very nearly went to the hospital for. It was awful.
She knows about it, but I try not to make a big deal about it. I've told her not to stop. If she gets up and wants, or needs, to leave the room, she should do so. I don’t want her to feel like she can’t get up and go do things on her own. Besides, eventually I’m gonna have to learn how to cope with everything.
I’ve told Doc Baker abou
