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Zach was finally coming home after a ten day roadie. As you had broken your phone on the eighth day you were all the more excited to hear his voice again and celebrate the wins with him.
You sat on the couch wearing your pyjama shorts, fluffy socks, and one of his hoodies which he had given to you on a temporary basis, claiming that although he loved you, he couldn't possibly let you wear his hoodie 24/7 because he would want to wear it. And so you sat there, curled up against the pillows, watching Friends reruns before you heard the key twisting in the lock.
At the noise of the door opening, Maverick, Zach's dog, hurtled towards Zach and started barking loudly and you heard Zach chuckling before attempting to quieten him. "Shh buddy, Mom might be sleeping."
"I'm awake," you called to him and you could feel his smile before you even saw it.
He flopped down on the couch next to you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and then grinning like a maniac. "I can't believe we actually won all the games," he said, waving his arms wildly in his excitement. "We have to cele-" he broke off, eyeing the brace on your wrist.
"What happened, baby?" he murmured while reaching for your injured arm and holding your hand in his larger ones.
"Oh it's nothing, just a small fracture," you comforted him.
"That's not nothing," Zach frowned, "Why won't you tell me what happened?"
"Because it's not a big deal," you muttered, hoping that the conversation would soon turn away from your injured wrist.
However, your statement did not console Zach in anyway and you saw his eyes slowly growing angry.
"It is a big deal! Did someone hurt you? Who hurt you?"
Once Zach started panicking you knew you had to reveal the truth. "I tripped over the dog," you mumbled.
"I'm sorry, you what? Please say that a bit louder," he said, already beginning to smirk.
"I tripped over Maverick, okay."
He suddenly burst out laughing. "You broke your wrist by tripping over the fucking dog" he shrieked. "I was so worried about you but you tripped over the damn dog. I just-" he cut himself off, squealing too much to finish.
You just stared at him. He had fallen off the couch seconds after your revelation and now he was rolling around on the floor crying, with Maverick occasionally licking his face.
Just as suddenly as he had begun laughing, he stopped, looking up at you earnestly. "Wait, (y/n), is Maverick okay?" he whispered, starting to smile again.
"Fuck you."
"Come on, not even a smile?"
"I hate you so much," you scowled.
"I'm sorry, but-" he broke off again, unable to stop the giggles.
You gazed at your dork boyfriend who was struggling to breathe was he laughing so much and eventually you started to smile. "You're such an idiot, Zach."
"I'm an idiot?" he said incredulously between breaths. "I'm not the one who broke my wrist tripping over a dog!"
"I'm going to bed."
"No baby, don't leave. I love you. I'm sorry," he pouted, finally ceasing his laughter.
"Are you?" you uttered pointedly and got up from the couch.
"Nope, not at all," Zach sniggered, attempting to grab onto your ankle as you walked away. And before you knew it he had pulled you down and engulfed you in a hug, giggling into your neck. It was going to be a long night.
