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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: Couple Arguments and Angst
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 1.2K
Summary: What is supposed to be a romantic getaway starts to feel like something else when Y/N realizes the type of activities the resort has.
One rule in their relationship is that Y/N and Rafe take turns planning dates. Everything from small picnic dates to large vacation dates. This time, it is his turn to plan a vacation. When it comes to holiday trips, it doesn't have to be far or grand. It could be a small thing, as long as it is a getaway from their normal life for at least two days. The last one they went on was when they both went to a small beach house in Myrtle Beach. Y/N was lucky enough to have found a private rental away from most of the city's commotion. It was just the ocean, cocktails and the two of them for a week. It was absolute Heaven. As she watches the scenery pass by, Y/N can't help her excitement as to where they are going. "Can't you tell me where we are going?" she pleads. Her eyes are as big as dinner plates. He gently squeezes her thigh and throws her a smile, "That's a secret for me to know and for you to find out." She giggles with a shake of her head. "That is such a cliche saying." He shrugs, "So? It still doesn't mean I am going to tell you." She gives him a playful pout and continues to look out of the window.
Ten minutes later, the dense forest turns to equally placed decorative trees and the paved road turns to decorative stones. He parks the car and steps out to open the door for her. She takes in the castle-like resort. The golden trimming and fascia remind the girl of Versailles. She imagines all sorts of things they can do together. Sit by the pool with a drink in hand. Relax thanks to the hands of a masseuse. Dine in fairytale-like restaurants. It takes her breath away, but only for a second because she finally spots the real reason why they are here. To the right of the building are expansive green plains with people of various ages swinging back a club to send the ball flying through the air. Y/N notices Rafe isn't by her side and turns to find him unloading his golf clubs from the trunk. He packed the trunk, so she didn't notice it. Disappointment falls over her as it all clicks into place.
"Really, Rafe?" she disgruntled. Her arms cross over each other and her right hip juts out. He looks at her with a tight-lipped smile, "What? This place has a great high tea evening, which I know you've been dying to try. And they have an indoor and outdoor pool that you could take advantage of. Plus, a great spa package for you to try." This man is really digging his own grave. She lets out a bitter laugh. "You do realize through your whole little spiel, you always said you. Never we, like you expect me to do all those things by myself while you go off and spend all your time with your golf clubs," she argues. Rafe's eyes widen, "No, Sugar, you got it all wrong. I didn't mean it like that. Of course, I planned on doing all those things with you. I promise I just brought my clubs in case you got sick of me and I need to give you some space." She didn't believe him. Not when a previous experience told her otherwise. It may have been four years ago when they started dating, yet a girl never forgets. Rafe had planned a date at a football bar. It would've been fine if his sole reasoning wasn't to be surrounded by TVs to watch the game. Halfway through the date, other football fans joined their table to watch the event with him. She felt so ignored and unimportant during that hour. She left the date without so much as a goodbye.
She wouldn't have seen him again if it wasn't for how apologetic he was. He expressed remorse through his words and then flowers. She eventually forgave him, agreeing to another date. However, she never forgot the way that she felt in that bar. The humiliation of walking away from a man who paid her no attention. Up until today, she never regretted the decision to give him a second chance. Now, she feels the same way. She worries he didn't listen to her concern about them not being able to spend a lot of quality time with each other because of how busy they have been with work. It's the reason why they decided to go on this two-week getaway. To reconnect with each other and they couldn't do that if he planned to spend all his time on the course. "Sure, that's totally why you did it. If you didn't want to spend time with me, Rafe, you could've told me. I would've given you the space and you wouldn't have had to drag me with you here," she criticizes, storming into the hotel to calm down.
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For the past five minutes, she has been cooling herself down in the resort lobby. Rafe has been at the front desk, probably checking into their room. She doesn't know if she should stay or just call a cab to take her to the nearest train station. She watches as he points in her direction and the receptionist gives him a nod. The woman removes herself from behind the counter, walking over to Y/N with a smile. "Excuse me, Ms. Y/L/N? Could you please follow me to the front desk?" the receptionist, named Kate according to her name tag, asks. Y/N hesitates to nod, yet still obeys the request. Once at the front desk, Y/N keeps her distance from Rafe. Kate types into her computer and turns it toward the female guest, "Mr. Cameron requested I show you all the bookings he made for stay here." Rafe's girlfriend stares at him with narrow eyes and he leans in to whisper in her ear. "I didn't tell her what happened. I just asked her to show you what I booked." She gives him a small nod, turning her attention toward the screen.
The list is long, but it is easy to recognize a pattern. Everything is reserved for a couple and not a single one is a tee-time reservation. She couldn't argue that he had Kate remove his tee times because literally every single minute between nine in the morning and seven in the evening had something planned. She made a horrible mistake and accused Rafe of not caring about her. She turns to him with teary eyes. "I'm so sorry I didn't believe you, Rafe," she apologizes, wrapping her arms around him. He lets her snuggle into his neck and wraps his arms around her waist. His lips rest on her forehead, "It's okay, Sugar, I know I was really an ass on that date so long ago. I mean I can't say I'm not hurt that you still think I could still be that idiot, but I am grateful every day that you chose to forgive me. Which means that I have it in my heart to forgive you too. I love you." She presses her lips against his. "Thank you for forgiving me. I love you too."
