Broken hearts, Always get fixed.

Chapter 77: it's okay.

It's a filler chapter because apparently I have very many people planning my murder. meredithsderek1   You're welcome. Also, you're welcome to the girl who said she was pissed at me and said I must write make up smut.
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*didn't proof read anything because i didn't want to. I'll do it later*

"What!?" She got up from the couch.

"Not actually! I.. I felt like I was cheating on you." He said quickly, trying not to make the situation worse.

"Then how come you didn't say anything sooner?"

"I don't know.. I made a mistake. I'm human."

"No Patrick Galen, you're an alien." She said sarcastically.

"Did you just middle name me?"

"I did."

"Well then. Ellen Kathleen, that was very mean."

"You just middle named me!"

"Because you middle named me first!"

"Oh shut up." She hit his arm playfully. They were playing fake like they did before all this happened. He could tell her body got tense and grabbed her forearms.

"I'm sorry. I know that means nothing, I know a sorry don't help matters but it's the truth. I am sorry and I love you so much, so so so much you have idea, Elle. You make me, me." She couldn't help the little smile that grew in her lips.

"I know. And it's okay.."

"No it's not okay, Elle! I.. I was an asshole. I was everything that wasn't okay. Hell you don't even need me in your life."

"That isn't true.." she said, he looked into her eyes. "Every night I would miss your arms around me and your intoxicating cologne that smells like lavender-," she smiled, her face a couple inches from his. "The one you bought only because of me. I would miss your messages when I would sleep at the trailer or when I stayed longer." She admitted truthfully.

"Wanna know a secret?"

"Mhm."

"I missed writing you paragraphs." He said into her ear, turning her around so his chest was pressed up to back.

"Nerd."

"I'm a cute nerd."

"You are my nerd."

"I am."

"So what does this mean?"

"It means I'm still your husband-," he said, swaying them to the music that turned on. "And it means you are my wife."

"I've always been your wife, Pat."

"You've been my wife for three years." He said, inhaling the scent of her hair. "Legally. But you have been my wife since I first laid eyes on you.. in my eyes."

She turned in his arms, know facing him. Their faces were centimetres apart, they could feel themselves moving in little by little, both to caught up in the moment to pull away.

And soon enough their lips locked as one, once again. It felt like waves crashing against each other. At first it was slow then time slowly stopped and it became more heated, their bodies deprived of skin-to-skin contact. 

"Bedroom." Ellen whispered on his lips, slowly moving backwards with her arms around Patrick's neck.