One-shots

saved

Tw:some abuse and blood. Also enter my pop-punk self
Your pov

I was rushing to save her. Just as her ex-husband pushed her to the ground I walked in. I pulled her up checking for any bruises. She looked ok so I faced her ex.

"Do you feel like a man when you push her around. Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground" I yell

Rose was sobbing into my neck, my arms instinctively wrapping around her waist. I carried her to the car then went back to fight him. I ended up breaking his nose and walked out with a bruised cheek and busted lip. When Rose saw me she started to sob more.

"This doesn't hurt" I said

I placed my hand on her thigh and drove us home. Once home and the garage closed I slanted the back seats down and pat my lap. She straddled my lap and hurried her face into the crook of my neck.

"Do you hurt?" I ask

"No"

"Good I don't want you to hurt that's all that matters"

"But what about you"

"This doesn't hurt"

I got no response.

"Baby?"

I was about to ask again when I heard soft snores. I then noticed the slow rise and fall of her body. I smiled and kissed her head whispering 'I love you'