𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

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A plastic carrier bag hung loosely in your hand as you slowly ascended the staircase towards your boyfriend's apartment, yawning noisily in the process. Your body ached and your mind felt slow, blurry and out of sorts.

It had been a long day, where everything seemed to go wrong.

For starters, you had slept through your alarm, not only making you incredibly late for work, but meaning you forgot to grab your pre-packed lunch from the fridge on your way out, arriving at work, your boss was suitably mad at you for being late, and threatened to fire you if it happened again. After having a short cry in the bathroom, you made your way towards your desk, not before tripping, rolling on your ankle, making you clamp down hard on your lip, so as not to make a fuss, sitting on the uncomfortable seat, breathing deeply through your nose. Continuing down this route of insanity and seeming lack of ability on how to be an adult, you spilled freshly made, scalding coffee all down your brand-new white blouse you had decided to treat yourself with. You knew getting this normally pricey blouse at 50% off was too good to be true, it was silk, and difficult to clean. Head held high, not looking at any of your colleagues, you set yourself on a mission to find something dry to wear, pushing away the embarrassment you felt. All in all, it had been a truly horrific day.

So now here you stood, starving, humiliated, donning an oversized green t-shirt with the words 'Kiss me, I'm Irish' in emboldened, white letters, the only thing you could find in the lost and found that you felt could cover you up sufficiently, blouse bundled up in the bag, searching through your messy handbag for the keys to the cosy apartment you knew waited for you behind the door, the man you loved waiting right alongside it.

'Aha!' you exclaimed, perhaps a little too loudly, brandishing the set of shining keys in front of your face, eyeing them greedily as though they were the greatest things in the world, which to be fair, right now, that's exactly what they were.

Unlocking the door, you are greeted with warmth, the heavenly smell of something cooking, and the sound of Alex humming to himself in the kitchen.

Setting down your things, and removing your shoes, you padded through to the kitchen, standing at the entrance, socked feet not alerting your boyfriend of your presence, as he continued to hum as he stirred something in a large pot enthusiastically, bobbing along to the tune in his head.

Crossing the threshold, you made your way over to him quietly, before resting your chin on his soft shoulder. He let out an ear-piercing yelp, jumping back from, and dropping the wooden spoon he was holding.

'Jesus Christ, baby!' he cried, holding a hand over his heart, looking at you with loving annoyance.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry' you said, putting your hands out towards him, giggling at his exasperated expression. 'I thought you heard me' you lied, smiling innocently at him, as he took your smooth hands into his bigger ones, running his thumbs over the backs of your palms.

'Don't laugh at me' he said trying to sound firm, although he was smiling down at you brilliantly, pretty teeth all on show 'You could've killed me'.

Sighing, you wrapped your tired arms around his slender waist, pushing your chin into his chest. 'I would never kill you baby,' you said, grinning at him. 'I mean, who would cook for me?' you asked, turning to ogle the pot of cheesy looking pasta, feeling your mouth begin to water.

Alex wriggled himself out of your grip, bending down to pick up the forgotten spoon.

'You are a cruel, cruel woman' he replied waving the spoon at you, a hand placed sassily on his hip.

You laughed as he spun swiftly towards the sink to rinse off the spoon, feeling better than you had all day.

'And cruel women get none of my delicious food,' he added smugly, not looking in your direction as he moved back towards the pot.

You gasped loudly, feigning hurt. 'You don't mean that, Alex, not really' you exclaimed, loudly, wavering your voice slightly, giving the impression you might cry.

He turned to you, lips pulled into a pleasing little smile, as he gazed at you. His dark eyes wandered down your frame slowly before snapping back up to look at your face.

'What the fuck are you wearing?' he questioned, looking as though he might laugh in your face.

'What, you don't like it?' you replied, giving him a twirl, arms out childishly, chuckling at yourself, then stopping to face him again, hands firmly on your hips, as you pushed your lips out in a kissy-like face, blinking rapidly.

He stepped towards you and put his toasty hands on your cheeks.

'Can't say I'm gonna ignore what you're asking' he said, a teasing tone to his voice, leaning down and placing a lovely kiss to your mouth.

Your hands went to his silky hair, pulling him further down to you, as you pushed yourself into him, not feeling close enough.

All the anxieties and anger of the day dispersed as he kissed you, pulling you closer by your hip, squeezing fondly at the doughy flesh.

Pulling apart for air, you looked at him giddily, cheeks warmed, and eyes bright, as he placed a tender kiss to your nose, before pushing his forehead to yours.

'Good day?' he asked, not pulling away

'Not the best.' you replied, shaking your head from side to side against his, sighing a little.

He looked at you patiently, not interrupting, waiting for you to tell him.

You did, letting all the struggles from today spill from your lips, feeling slightly silly. If he thought you were being silly, he didn't show it, listening to you intently, only turning away every so often to check on the food.

Exhaling as you finished your story, Alex pulled you to his side by your waist, placing a chaste kiss to your temple, then turning off the stove.

'I'm sorry your day was bad, bub' he remarked after a few seconds of silence, as he began heaping two plates with pasta, the aromatic scent of cheese and garlic surrounded you.

You shrugged your shoulders vaguely, caring a substantial amount less now the prospect of food distracted you.

'But I know what'll make you feel better' he continued in a sing-songy voice, dancing towards the living room, you trailing behind him, dragging your feet, desperate to eat something.

He sat down on the carpeted floor which looked freshly hoovered, his back against the plush couch and patted the spot on the floor next to him.

You flopped down, and he handed you a steaming bowl. Thanking him quickly you dove in, barely looking up from the plate, exhaling in delight, closing your eyes to savour the taste, wiggling your feet in utter bliss.

You heard a soft laugh from beside you, glancing to Alex you narrowed your eyes ever so slightly.

'What?' you asked, mouth still full, so it came out a little garbled, hoping you weren't being laughed at in the midst of your enjoyment.

'Nothing' he replied, still looking at you, his pasta remained untouched. 'I'm just glad you seem to be feeling better.' he murmured, looking away, and digging into his own dish.

You smiled at him, swallowing your mouthful. 'How could I not? This is in-cred-i-ble' you said, putting emphasis on every syllable.

He beamed at you so hard his eyes crinkled beautifully, leaning forward and placing a cheesy smooch to the corner of your mouth, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.

You smiled again, your heart and your stomach now thoroughly full and warmed.