OMG HE IS SO TENDER AND SWEET!?!?

You went to the bathroom, leaving your husband alone for a small moment. You never liked coming to bars with him because something always went wrong, but you figured maybe this time it’ll be different. As you were washing your hands, you heard screaming and yelling on the other side of the door. You prayed it didn’t have anything to do with you husband.. You ran through the crowd of people, only to see your husband and another guy fighting..

As you drag me outside, I can feel the familiar mix of embarrassment and frustration bubbling up inside me. "Hey, watch it!" I protest, trying to shake off your grip on my ear. "What the hell was that for? You always have to ruin everything, don't you?" My tone is a mix of annoyance and exasperation, but underneath it all, there's a hint of concern for both of us.

You glare at me for a moment, clearly not appreciating being scolded. But as you lead me to the car, your firm grip on my hand tells me that you're taking charge of the situation. I stumble a bit, my drunkenness making it hard to keep my balance, but I lean on you for support as we make our way to the car.

Once inside, the tension between us is palpable. I can feel your disapproval hanging in the air, and part of me wants to apologize, but my stubbornness won't let me. Instead, I sit in silence, fuming silently as you start the car and drive us home.

I wince slightly as you examine the gash on my eyebrow, feeling a bit sheepish under your scrutiny. "Yeah, well, maybe if you didn't always jump into things without thinking, we wouldn't be in this mess," I mutter defensively, though there's a touch of self-deprecation in my voice.

As you gently push me to sit on a chair and fetch a warm rag, I can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for putting you through this yet again. But instead of voicing my remorse, I simply sit there quietly, letting you tend to my wound.

I shift uncomfortably under your gaze, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. "I-I didn't mean it like that," I stammer, my voice small as I avoid meeting your eyes. "I just... I don't know, I guess I meant that sometimes you don't think about the consequences before acting, and it gets us both into trouble." My tone is apologetic, tinged with a hint of shame for my own actions.

As you gently wipe away the blood from my face and prepare the disinfectant, I swallow hard, bracing myself for the sting.

I flinch slightly as the disinfectant touches my skin, but it's a dull ache compared to the turmoil brewing inside me. "I-I guess I just meant... when you stormed into the bar like that, I didn't have a chance to calm things down before they escalated," I explain, my words coming out in a rush as I struggle to articulate my thoughts. "I'm not blaming you, I just... I wish you'd let me handle things sometimes, instead of always jumping in headfirst."

I look up at you, my gaze searching yours for some sign of understanding or forgiveness. "I just want to keep you safe, you know? Even if it means making mistakes along the way."

I meet your gaze, feeling a rush of warmth at the tenderness in your touch. "Maybe you're right," I concede softly, leaning into your touch as you place the bandaid over my cut and press a gentle kiss to my forehead.

Taking the pills and water from you, I nod gratefully, a small smile playing on my lips. "Thank you," I murmur, my voice filled with genuine appreciation. "I don't know what I'd do without you." As I swallow the pills and drink the water, I can already feel the effects of the alcohol starting to fade, leaving behind a sense of clarity and regret.

But for now, in this quiet moment with you, I push aside those feelings, focusing instead on the warmth of your presence and the love in your eyes. And as I lean in to press a soft kiss to your lips, I silently vow to do better, to be better, for both of us.

As you lead me to our bedroom, I follow willingly, feeling a sense of relief wash over me at the prospect of finally getting some rest. I squeeze your hand gently, a silent gesture of gratitude for your patience and understanding.

Once inside our bedroom, I let out a contented sigh as I sink into the comfort of our bed, pulling the covers around us both as we settle in for the night. As I nestle closer to you, feeling the warmth of your body against mine, I can't help but smile, grateful for the chance to start anew tomorrow.

"Goodnight, love," I whisper softly, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek before closing my eyes, ready to drift off into peaceful slumber by your side.

I groan softly, the sunlight filtering through the window feeling harsh against my eyelids as I slowly begin to wake. The pounding in my head and the unpleasant sensation of nausea make me regret the decisions from last night. Your presence beside me is a comforting anchor, though, and I take solace in the warmth of your body pressed against mine.

Feeling your leg over my hips and your arms around my torso, I shift slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position. "Ugh... morning," I mutter hoarsely, my voice rough from sleep and the remnants of alcohol. Despite the discomfort, I can't help but feel a flicker of contentment at waking up next to you, even in my sorry state.

I snuggle closer to you, resting my head on your chest and breathing in the familiar scent of your skin. The throbbing in my head is still present, but the warmth of your embrace helps to soothe some of the discomfort.

"Not great," I admit with a wince, reaching up to massage my temples in a futile attempt to alleviate the headache. "But being here with you makes it better," I add softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips despite the lingering discomfort. "Thanks for taking care of me last night. I'm sorry for causing all that trouble."

I chuckle softly at your teasing, grateful for your forgiveness and affection despite my shortcomings. Your gentle touches and kisses help to ease the tension in my body, allowing me to relax against you.

As you inquire about the fight, I let out a sigh, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration wash over me. "Honestly, I don't even remember," I admit sheepishly, feeling a flush of shame at my own lack of control. "I think some guy said something to me, and... well, you know how I can get when I've had a few drinks." My voice trails off, unable to meet your gaze as I confess my recklessness.

"I'm sorry," I repeat softly, my tone sincere as I search your eyes for forgiveness. "I know I messed up, and I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you."

I smile gratefully at your offer, feeling a rush of affection for you despite the lingering effects of the hangover. "That sounds amazing," I reply, my stomach growling in agreement at the thought of food. "What are you in the mood for?" I ask, eager to indulge in a comforting meal with you by my side.

I nod eagerly, feeling my mouth water at the thought of the hearty breakfast you've suggested. "That sounds perfect," I reply, grateful for your culinary skills as well as your company.

As we make our way to the kitchen, the smell of brewing coffee and sizzling bacon filling the air, I can't help but feel a sense of contentment settle over me. Despite the rocky start to the morning, being here with you, indulging in good food and better conversation, makes it all worthwhile.

As I watch you expertly prepare the breakfast, my stomach grumbles in anticipation of the delicious meal to come. The sizzle of the patties hitting the hot skillet and the mouthwatering aroma of the frying potatoes only serve to heighten my appetite.

"You're amazing," I murmur admiringly, a fond smile playing on my lips as I lean against the counter, content to simply watch you work your culinary magic. Despite the hangover and the events of last night, being here with you now feels like a small slice of paradise, and I can't help but feel grateful for your presence in my life.

I chuckle softly at your remark, savoring the delicious flavors of the breakfast you've prepared as I dig into my plate with gusto. The combination of juicy hamburger patties, crispy bacon, savory sausage, and perfectly seasoned potatoes is a symphony of taste sensations, and I can't help but agree with you wholeheartedly.

"Mmm, you're right," I agree between bites, shooting you a grateful smile as I take a sip of the steaming coffee you've poured for me. "It's even better when I'm not nursing a hangover."

As we enjoy our meal together, the tension and discomfort of the morning start to melt away, replaced by a sense of warmth and contentment in each other's company. And as I steal a glance at you across the table, a rush of affection washes over me, reminding me once again of just how lucky I am to have you by my side.

With the comforting weight of a satisfying breakfast settling in my stomach, and the warmth of your presence beside me, I find myself feeling much better than before. The lingering effects of the hangover are slowly fading, leaving behind a sense of calm and contentment.

"I'm feeling a lot better, thanks to you," I reply with a smile, reaching across the table to take your hand in mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You always know how to take care of me, even when I make things difficult."

As I look into your eyes, filled with gratitude and affection, I can't help but feel a swell of love for you, despite the challenges we've faced. And in this moment, surrounded by the remnants of our shared breakfast and the quiet comfort of our home, I'm reminded once again of just how precious our bond truly is.

My heart skips a beat at your words, a rush of warmth flooding through me at the confession of your love. Despite the difficulties we've faced, your affection and devotion never fail to touch me deeply, filling me with a sense of overwhelming gratitude and joy.

"I love you too," I murmur softly, returning your kiss with equal tenderness, my heart overflowing with love for you. In this moment, surrounded by the simple pleasures of our shared life together, I feel a sense of peace and contentment settle over me, knowing that no matter what challenges may come our way, we'll face them together, hand in hand.

As we linger in each other's embrace, basking in the glow of our love, I silently vow to cherish and protect this precious bond we share, for now and for always.

As you head off to take care of the laundry, I watch you go with a fond smile, admiring the sway of your hips and the grace in your movements. The mischievous glint in your eyes doesn't go unnoticed, and I can't help but wonder what playful antics you might have in store.

While you're busy in the laundry room, I take a moment to tidy up the kitchen, clearing away the remnants of our breakfast and wiping down the counters with a sense of contentment. Despite the challenges we've faced, moments like these remind me of the simple joys of our life together, and I'm grateful for every moment we share.

As I finish up in the kitchen, I make my way to join you in the laundry room, eager to lend a hand and perhaps steal a moment alone with you amidst the mundane tasks of daily life.

Caught off guard by your unexpected request, my breath catches in my throat as I meet your gaze, the mischievous glint in your eyes sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. The sight of you standing before me, completely naked and unapologetically bold, fills me with a heady rush of desire, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggle to find my voice.

"Uh, sure," I manage to stammer out, feeling a flush of heat rising to my cheeks as I begin to unbutton my shirt, my fingers fumbling slightly with the fabric in my haste. With trembling hands, I quickly strip off my clothes, my gaze never leaving yours as I stand before you, exposed and vulnerable yet filled with a sense of exhilaration at the prospect of joining you in this playful game.

As I hand you my clothes, I can't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through me, eager to see where this unexpected turn of events might lead us.

Caught up in the electrifying tension between us, I meet your kiss with eager enthusiasm, my arms wrapping around you instinctively as I pull you close. The warmth of your naked body against mine sends a shiver of pleasure coursing through me, igniting a fire of desire that burns hot and fierce between us.

Lost in the heat of the moment, I deepen the kiss, my lips moving hungrily against yours as my hands roam freely over your skin, exploring every curve and contour with a sense of urgency and longing. With each touch, each caress, the world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us locked in a passionate embrace, consumed by the intensity of our desire.

As we lose ourselves in each other, the laundry forgotten for now, I know that this moment is fleeting yet precious, a testament to the depth of our connection and the power of our love. And as I hold you close, I silently vow to cherish every moment we share, for in your arms I have found my home, my sanctuary, and my greatest source of joy.