in which daniel confesses the truth of your third date.
not my gif, credits to the owner
word count: 3.2k
its the first imagine that i wrote so please be nice. english is not my first language so if you see something wrong feel free to let me know. any feedback is welcome!
friday, 00:21pm, october 29th 2021, monte carlo, monaco.
you were both in the balcony of your apartment in monte carlo, watching the night sky and the water sparkling with the light of the moon, it was late night and for the past two hours you were talking about anything that would show up in your mind, after home made dinner you were drinking wine, talking and enjoying each other’s company
with some alcohol in your body you couldn’t help but look at his lips while he was talking, the mustache of a couple of days that he let grow because you said that you liked, his nose, his eyebrows moving and his eyes that were shining because of the many glasses of wine that he had drunk.
“you remember that?” he asked laughing a little but you were so immersed in his beauty
“what baby?”, “our third date? you remember?” he said as he started playing with your hand in his chest. how could you forget that date, it was the best date that you could ever had, daniel had taken you out of the city in his car to watch the sunset on a cliff while having a picnic, but on your way back to your house you had to stop your carpool karaoke because the car was about to combust, or that was what dan has said, so you stayed on the road for like three more hours waiting for some help, because even though he was an f1 driver he didn’t knew about mechanics, at first he tried to fix the problem but there was no way he could do it alone, so you ended up sitting on the trunk watching the night sky. you couldn’t stop talking and sharing anecdotes with each other. for the first time you felt connected with someone and you loved that feeling. he was so easygoing, he would talk with so much passion about the things that he liked and anytime that you said something he would put all his attention in you, that was one of the things that you loved about him, even though he was millionaire he enjoyed simple plans with you, he didn’t need anything else but a nice company and some alcohol to have a good time. as the hours passed you both started to get more comfortable with each other, he was laying his head on your thighs as you were caressing his curls, both laughing and enjoying your time together. that’s when you realized, you had fall in love with this man, like you’ve never been before, you started thinking how it would be to wake up by his side, going along with him on race weekends, dancing in your living room, cooking with him and loving him.
“oh, you mean the failed one? of course i remember” he started laughing “funny how you remember it as the fail one” “why do you say that” “that wasn’t a fail, it was all planned, i didn’t wanted that date to end so i invented all up” you couldn’t believe that “are you kidding me? how it was not a fail in the car” you opened your eyes and your mouth, taking your hand away from his “it was not, i didn’t knew which excuse to use and that’s the first thing that came to my mind” “you have to be kidding me, how did i believe that, oh my god, i was so innocent. that’s why the phone call took so long and you walked like a mile to speak away from me” “yeah, i had to tell michael to come and pick us up three hours later and you didn’t have to know. i knew you wouldn’t know about the engine of the car so i said that it was failing so i could spend more time with you, we were having such a good time, that’s when i knew i was deeply in love with you. when i got home i couldn’t stopped thinking about you, and all the stuff that we laughed about, then i regretted that i didn’t invite you to come over so i could have you in my arms” “can’t believe you’re confessing after 3 years, you’re unbelievable” he looked at you with so much love and put his hand on your cheek while approaching your face, once your foreheads were together you said “i fell in love with you that night too and i decided that i wanted to have you by my side forever”
tags: smut/pwp, breeding kink, trying for a baby, missionary, sweet/dirty talk, unprotected sex, established relationship (married), sweet!daniel
author's note: i hope everyone enjoys this! still getting my handle back on writing fan fiction so i hope that everyone enjoys this!
"There she is." Daniel cooed as he crowded your space. His large hands had your hips pressed up against the counter top. There was a sleepy look in his brown eyes as he leaned in to kiss you on the forehead, "Where did you go, angel?"
You couldn't help but notice the erection in his boxers as he pressed up against you. You held the plastic water glass to your lips and smiled softly, "Thirsty."
"Could have given you something to quench it." He purred before he went it to kiss you along your neck. You clutched onto his shoulder with one hand while his trimmed beard tickled the side of your neck along with his kisses.
"Fuck, Danny."
"Always love how you say my name, beautiful." His voice a low purr as he pressed you further against the cold counter.
Not that it was anyone's business, but you two were on a little vacation. After two years married and three years post-retirement from racing - you two were now trying for a baby. Little chubby Ricciardo baby at your hip.
And Daniel was taking every opportunity to make sure no moment was wasted. As if you didn't have almost all the time in the world to start your little family. Now, you were pressed up against the kitchen counter with your husband's lips at your neck and his hands pushing up the tank top you wore.
"Looking good, angel." He said lowly as his kisses led over your cheek and near your lips, "Taste good too."
"Yeah that's all the drool from my sleep." You said cheekily before you put the glass down then wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled you in closed by the hips and kissed you deeply.
Even with his scratchy beard, you felt something stir in you. Even with your mild exhaustion, you felt the thrill of pleasure climb through you. You moaned into the kiss and he held on a little tighter.
He held you like he did when he came out victorious from a race. How he grabbed you by your behind and kissed you mere moments after his helmet was taken off. Sometimes he dame near threw the helmet to the side just to his hands on you. You really were his everything in the end. It was why he promised to marry you after his retirement - a promise that he kept when he popped the question years earlier.
You moaned further into the kiss before he pulled away. He cupped your face and then pinched your cheek before he herded you back into the bedroom. Your little love nest for the rest of the vacation - a shame too. The little island you were visiting had the nicest beaches and the most delicious local cuisine.
But you could always come back once you had your baby. This vacation had a mission attached to it, and while the beaches were lovely - your husband's cock was better.
"Missed you in bed." He cooed as he got you on your back with his hand snaked up under the shirt you wore. He leaned in closer, his nose once again to your neck, "Missed you so much, angel."
His words were like honey that pooled in your gut. There was something about how Daniel spoke to you at that moment, with sleep still tinged in his voice. But the excitement still rang through.You moaned as he toyed with your breast and rubbed himself against you further.
"Drive me crazy, baby." He said, "Nice little vacation to get you relaxed to have my baby."
You moaned, "Keep talking like that and we're gonna have six kids eventually."
He laughed lowly as he played with your nipple between his fingers, "Be more than happy to have a full house with you, angel. Hope they're all as beautiful and funny as you." He then got the shirt over your head before he started to kiss your chest. He groaned against your flushed skin, "No idea what you do to me, baby. How much you turn me on."
You helped him by getting your sleeping shorts off and he got himself out of his clothes. All that strong, lean muscle and tattoos stirred something more in you. Your husband was unmistakable hot, in a way that made you rub your legs together with anticipation.
"Staring?" He asked.
"Can't help it." You replied as you moved up onto the pillows.
"Like what you see, sweetheart?" he asked before he took you by the legs and got them around his waist. He admired you for a moment, in the low light of the bedroom. How sweet you looked under him.
The love of his life, how lucky he was to have met you. For you to let him love you - it was something he could not thank you enough for. He ran his hands up and down your soft thighs and admired you.
His cock was at full attention as his brown eyes drank in the sight of you - you looked divine under him. He leaned forward, his cock pressed up against you. He then kissed you deeply on the lips and held onto your thighs a little tighter.
"Look at you." he then mused, "My sweet wife. Fuck, you're beautiful, angel." His voice low and it sent ripples through you, "I knew from the moment I met you that I wanted you in my life always. My special wife."
You blushed, "Danny."
"I love you."
"I love you too." The tenderness if your voice was hitched as he sank his cock inside of you. You reached for him and held onto his shoulders while the two of you rocked against one another. No protect needed, you two were on a mission tonight.
You moaned and he chased it with kisses, his lips sealed against yours as he held on to get the best leverage to rut his body against you. It felt amazing, there were no other words for it. It sank something deep in his core as he moved his hips in time with yours.
You two were the perfect couple, happily married. And neither of you would want anyone else. Two perfect pieces of a similar whole and as Daniel continued to rut against you - he felt complete.
Another tender kiss was shared and he hiked your hips a little higher to move himself against you. You held onto his face, his beard soft under your fingers while he moved up against you at a steady pace. You moaned a little louder against your husband.
"Remember the first time I saw you on the track." He mused when he looked at you once more. He rocked himself against you, "Fuck remember it like yesterday. How you looked in those tight shorts. I remember I wanted to take you out for a nice dinner."
You chuckled lightly, "and you also wanted the shorts over the back of the couch in your driver's room, right? I remember that quite well." You mused which made your husband grow a bit more flustered.
"I'm not an animal." He defended.
"I know, honey." You replied, "Never worried about that. I just know I have a certain charm that only works on you."
"And I'd rather it only be me who is effected."
You pulled him in once more and you two shared another kiss while his pace quickened.
He groaned, "You feel amazing, baby. So fucking good for me. Look how you look under me." He shuddered as he felt the flowering feeling of pleasure curl in his gut. He continued his quickened pace and hiked your hips up a little bit more to get at best possible angle he could have you in.
"Please." You moaned.
"That's it, that's what I like to hear. Feel like heaven angel. And you're all mine - lucky me." He purred as his strokes increased in speed. Your moans were rather loud and the bed rocked against the wall.
The two of you were wrapped up in one another and the warmth spread through your body. It was exhilarating in a way that made your back arch as you held onto your husband's shoulders.
Tattooed hands grazed across your skin and you felt the pleasure only grow further in your core. It left you excited in a way that made moans slip past your lips.
"Gonna have a baby with you." He said lowly, "Have a nice little family with you. Fuck, that's it, baby. Take me. Take all of me."
Your nail dug into his shoulder a little tighter and soon the pleasure felt so much closer inside of you. You gasped loudly as he continued to fuck you with such a feverish pace that you could feel your heart racing in the back of your mind.
"Danny."
"My girl." He purred before he sealed your lips into another heated kiss. He held onto your hips tightly and fucked you the way a husband should fuck his life. And it made you only curl closer to towards him.
You moaned into his kiss once more before you came around his cock. You held on as tight as you could, leaving trails of red across his beck. You swore under your breath when the kiss broke and pleasure consumed you. It elated you, it made your soul burn in a certain way that pleasure felt like a kiss from the heavens.
To make love to your husband always felt like an experience like no other. Especially when he fucked you through climax. He continued his quick movements and clung to you as he finished inside of you.
"I love you." he said between heavy pants.
"I love you too." you said in response as you both came down from your highs, "I wonder if it worked this time." You were soon at your side next to your husband.
He kissed across your flushed cheeks for a moment before he said to you softly, "Well, even if it doesn't. We still have a whole vacation to make sure it does." And sealed that promise with another tender kiss.
Just like how Daniel promised to marry you, he would keep his promise to grow your little family. <3
Summary: Daniel’s never felt like he was yours, not wholly, and it’s impossible. Established relationship. based of “the gold” by Phoebe Bridgers, with a hint of “peace” by Taylor Swift.
Word count: 3.4k
Warnings/tags: Toxic(ish) relationship, angst, hints of smut, some fluff, insecurity, arguing and conflict.
a/n: I am mourning seb and Danny leaving f1 so much. I need help. anways lmk what u think and my requests are open!! x
masterlist!
Couldn’t really love you any more
You’ve become my ceiling
I don’t think I love you anymore
That gold mine changed you
You don’t have to hold me anymore
Our cave’s collapsing
I don’t wanna be me anymore
My old man told me
Daniel’s smile is wide, distinctive; the first thing people notice about him, the thing they always remember after, and you are no different, no more impervious to his cheer and charm than anyone else. He knows it, which only makes you wish he was less to you than he is. He knows that, too. Daniel, as ever, is aware of your inner turmoil, your paradoxical feelings for him, the way you beat yourself up over it, and he hates that you hate because he doesn’t understand why you won’t let yourself feel the way you do.
summary: Daniel Ricciardo finds his house in Perth full of everyone from his past, except for the one person he was hoping would show up
word count: 3.5k
warnings: none really, except for mentions of fighting and angsty Daniel
note: here’s a short little blurb inspired by the 5SOS song you don’t go to parties. So I definitely recommend listening to it at some point either before or after reading this. This album has inspired me more than you’ll ever understand and this song just screamed in my face about this scenario. I hope you guys like it :)
also, tumblr is glitching so please ignore the repeated paragraphs at the beginning
He was only home for a month. Back in Australia for his summer break, but only for 30 days. 720 hours. It sounded like forever, but in comparison to the other 335 days he spent away from his home, it felt like nothing.
He’d imagined spending as much time as possible with his parents, playing the cool uncle every day with his niece and nephew, or maybe even just taking in the sights and sounds the nature of Western Australia had to offer.
He’d imagined spending as much time as possible with his parents, playing the cool uncle every day with his niece and nephew, or maybe even just taking in the sights and sounds the nature of Western Australia had to offer.
What Daniel hadn’t thought of himself doing during his short time back in Perth, was that he’d be at a party full of people he went to school with growing up, let alone in his own house.
Before today, he hadn’t even been back to his ranch in Perth for nearly 8 months. John picked him up from the airport and Daniel couldn’t do more than drop his suitcases in the laundry room before he was whisked away to go buy all the alcohol and such for tonight.
The only reason he agreed to throw a party at his house was the slim chance that she would come.
The only reason he agreed to throw a party at his house was the slim chance that she would come.
Maybe she wouldn’t recognize the address? Maybe she’d have forgotten what the outside of his house looked like? Maybe she’d be too drunk already to be reminded of their years spent together by walking through the very halls she once called home?
Daniel knew the chance of that was slim.
But slim still meant there was a possibility.
When the night was still young and as it progressed, he made his way around and mingled with everyone. Chatting with people he didn’t recognize, pretending to know their names, and acting like he remembered the stories they’d tell about the times they supposedly shared together. Occasionally one would spark a memory, but nothing worth getting worked up over. In all honesty, he didn’t bother to give each conversation his full attention. Hell, he didn’t even know half of the people in his house at the moment.
Because every chance he could get, Daniel’s eyes were scanning the crowds of people for her face. He’d periodically look from the couch to the bathroom line, to the drink station in the kitchen, out the back door toward the bonfire, and then right back to where he started in the living room.
But every time: nothing. No matter how many times he searched the room, or how hard he tried to imagine her walking through his front door, he was let down every time. Yet that didn’t stop him from continuing this vicious cycle.
He couldn’t pretend like he wasn’t surprised. When they were together, she was always tentative to socialize in large groups. She was shy, and Daniel wasn’t: that’s why they worked as a couple so well, or at least why they’d thought they’d worked so well together. The longer they had been together, the more Daniel had managed to bring her out of her shell. And after 5 long years, she had finally become comfortable socializing and enjoyed going out with Daniel and his friends.
He hesitated for a moment, his hand lingering over the cap of the unopened beer he held, as the thought crossed his mind.
Maybe now that they weren’t together, she had no reason to go out and be social anymore? Maybe she only went out to make Daniel happy? Maybe she felt forced to?
The thought was debilitating; just another thing he hadn’t noticed he’d done that led to the end of their relationship. He cracked the cap of the beer and brought the cold bottle to his lips, walking over to sit on the couch.
Yet the second he felt the cold leather under him, he was brought back to the times he spent on this couch with her. The memories of laughing and quiet moments spent holding one another brought a smile to his face, before it quickly turned into a shallow bitterness of longing. Then came the memories of the yelling at one another from either end of the same couch and her sobs echoing through his head, despite the loud bass of the music drowning out the volume of the crowd. The guilt those moments resurfaced caused him to stand from the couch, leaving it and its memories behind him as he walked out into the backyard.
The orange light from the fire pit came into view but did nothing to fight off the cold air engulfing him. People were strewn all across his expansive backyard, the crowd getting thinner the further away from the heat source.
Instinctually, he scanned the crowd for her face. Daniel didn’t know who he was looking for; he’d decided she probably didn’t go to parties anymore. He passed his eyes over every single person before they landed on the discarded porch swing left to the elements in the corner of the yard.
The second his eyes landed on the heap of broken lumber, he felt more alone than ever despite being surrounded by people he’d apparently once considered friends.
He could hear everything like it was happening right in front of him. Isaac and Isabella’s laughs traveling through the yard, followed by her own. The creak of the swing as he rocked it back and forth with his foot against the ground. The faint sound of the wind rustling the small number of leaves left on the trees.
He could feel it all like he was sitting there with her right now. The stiff wooden boards of the swing that were the slightest bit uncomfortable beneath him. The heat radiating underneath the blanket wrapped around them both. The weight of her body leaning up against his. Her hair tickling his chin while her head rested upon his shoulder. The way her delicate fingers gently traced the rose tattoo on his hand.
It overwhelmed him in an instant. The ink in the skin of his hand felt like it was burning from the inside out the longer he stood looking at the piece of furniture. So without a second thought, he turned around and headed back inside, damned if people thought he was crazy for only being outside for less than a minute.
Daniel tried to find somewhere he could go to get her off his mind. Traipsing through his own home felt like a chore, passing the trash can and tossing his now empty bottle, and heading to the fridge for a new one. But when he opened the fridge to find something to take his mind off her, his eyes were met with a single bottle of her favorite sparkling water he must’ve forgotten to throw out that night 8 months ago. He grabbed two more beer bottles and slammed the fridge closed much harder than he should’ve, earning him stares from around the kitchen.
He bobbed and weaved through the crowd, ignoring advances from anyone trying to start a conversation. He normally wouldn’t be this standoffish, or even as rude as to blatantly ignore somebody trying to talk to him, but everywhere he looked she was there.
The mirror hanging in the hallway where she’d constantly forced him to take pictures with her. The broom closet she’d more often than not hide in to jump out to scare him, which always resulted in a girlish scream from Daniel. Even the lightbulbs reminded him of the time they went to three different home improvement stores to find the right ones before they finally gave up and ordered some off of the internet.
What hurt the most is that she herself wasn’t actually there in person; she had managed to fill up every vacant corner of Daniel’s home with memories, every spare edge of his mind belonged to her, and she didn’t even have the decency to physically be there.
If she was going to haunt his halls like some sort of phantom, the least she could do was actually be there to twist the knife herself, even if it was just her spirit and not Daniel’s mind digging up old memories.
He made his way through the sea of people, and finally toward the bottom of his stairs. His sanctuary from all of this madness was in sight.
That was until he felt a small hand grab onto his arm from behind. His heart skipped a beat as he turned and expected to see her.
Finally, after all this aimless searching the whole night, she’d found him.
But it wasn’t her. He knew he shouldn’t have been so naive to expect she’d actually show up; she didn’t go to parties anymore.
“Daniel, I’m glad I caught you! How are you?”
Once he made eye contact with the woman, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to brush past her like he had everyone else. In the nicest way possible, he tried to start his ascent up the stairs, hoping she’d catch the hint he didn’t want to talk to her.
“I’m alright. Thanks for coming tonight. It was good to see you.”
Full disclosure, Daniel had no idea who the girl was. Nothing about her rang any bells or sparked a memory from his past. That fact alone had him hoping she would let him walk up the stairs and away from this conversation.
Since he entered Formula 1, he’d met so many new faces that the minuscule people from his past slowly faded to black. And he was used to so many of these people resurfacing and claiming to be friends again in order to leech off of his fame, that he’d become a pro at pretending he knew who they were only to dismiss their advances with gracefulness.
So that meant he could easily end this conversation in a nice way and be on his way, but this woman obviously had no intention of being dismissed.
“I’ve been watching the races. Keeping up with everything, on and off the track. I’m sorry to hear about the McLaren contract… and about you and Arlow.”
Daniel’s forced smile dropped at the sound of her name. Their relationship was already so private that he’d thought they’d done a great job at keeping their breakup quiet, or at least out of the public. They’d halted the already minuscule social media posts they had of each other, obviously stopped showing up to the paddock together anymore, and just quietly went their separate ways despite their split being anything but quiet behind closed doors. Daniel left for a race weekend the day after their split and she was moved out of their house before the race that Sunday.
So was this woman just assuming? Is that what everyone was assuming? They were right of course, but they thought if any rumors never got confirmed, they’d just fizzle out…
“Yeah not easy, but that’s life.”
His answer was curt, but this woman was determined. Daniel tried to continue to walk up the stairs, but she followed. He didn’t care anymore, the mention of her name and the end of their relationship had sent him into a steep descent that occupied every corner in his mind.
Though he was physically climbing up the stairs, the thoughts in his head were dragging him down with every step he climbed.
He tried to walk as fast as he could away from the woman whose name he still didn’t know, cueing himself for buying a house with such a large set of stairs.
He’d always loved this staircase and the memories that flashed through his head as he ascended its steps: chasing her up the flights while laughs bounced off the walls, racing down them in sleeping-bag bobsleds with his niece and nephew, and hanging their favorite pictures on the adjoining wall.
The woman was still following him, only a few steps behind, but still, he couldn’t care less. His eyes traced the corners of the frames mounted to the wall. He expected each frame to be empty, void of the photo they’d once cherished enough to put on display. She’d already erased every piece of herself from his house when she left, so Daniel had expected her to remove the pictures and just leave the empty frames. But to his surprise, each picture of the two of them had been removed and replaced with another photo from Daniel’s collection, except he wasn’t the one who’d done it.
His heart twisted at the thought. Her painstakingly taking the time to take each frame off the wall, remove each picture of them, replace it with another, and mount the frame back where it had hung. What stung the most was that every picture was of a moment that meant a great deal to Daniel.
Baby pictures and childhood birthdays here and there. Him on the podium after his first karting championship. Him and his parents at the signing of his RedBull Junior contract. His first podium in Formula 1. His first race win. His parents with him in Monaco after his 2018 win. Along with other memories off the track, like Daniel holding Isaac as a baby for the first time and the three of them at Isabella’s 3rd birthday party. Photos of fun times with Michael, Max, Cyril, Horner, and other faces he recognized from the grid. But as he made his way to the top of the stairs, he noticed one picture in particular.
“Well, I was wondering if you’d be free to grab dinner while you were here?”
The woman was pleading with him, trying to get out her question as soon as possible before he disappeared behind a closed door or turned down her advances, oblivious to the painful trip Daniel was taking down memory lane.
Daniel didn’t respond, he’d honestly forgotten the woman was even there. Without a word, he reached up and grabbed the picture from where it hung high on the wall.
It was the two of them after his race win in Monza. When they’d hung the picture there in the first place, Daniel had joked that there was no more room on the wall to display the photo, but she had persisted and told him it was too important to sit on any old shelf and was adamant it be placed high up on the wall to show its importance. Of course, she couldn’t reach it, so Daniel had to be the one to put it.
Thinking back, Daniel realized she must’ve left that picture there because she couldn’t reach it in order to take it down, or maybe she’d just forgotten they’d put it there. But as Daniel held the framed photo in his hand and stared down at the immortalized moment of the way she’d wasted no time launching herself into his arms once he’d hopped down from the halo of his car, he realized just how much he missed her. He turned to the woman waiting for his answer just a step below him, her eyes filled with a hope he was about to extinguish.
“Look, I bet you’re a great girl but I can’t right now. I’ve just got a bit too much on my plate.”
And without letting her say a word, he finished climbing the last remaining stairs and walked through the door of their room his room, and closed it securely behind him.
Once it was locked, he leaned back against the door, refusing to flip the switch and turn on the light. Because the second the light would illuminate the room where they’d spent countless nights and mornings together, everything would come rushing back even faster than it already was.
Daniel hadn’t stepped foot in this room since they’d gotten into the fight that had ended their relationship. It’s like the screams from one another we’re still trapped inside, floating around in the air surrounding him, reminding him what had gone down here. He opened one of the beer bottles he’d brought with him, flinging the cap somewhere off into the dark room.
He sat down on the floor against the door, staring into the darkness that lay before him. He took a swig from his beer and lifted the photo onto his lap. He couldn't see the photo in the dark, but he’d looked at it so many times, and longer than he’d care to admit, that he didn’t need to see it to know what lay in that frame. Years and years of memories flooded his system; both in this house and outside of it. Against his better judgment, he replayed their whole relationship over in his head from start to finish, or at least what he could bring himself to.
What started off as a reminiscent moment between himself and his memories, became a painful reminder at how royally he had fucked up the one good, consistent thing in his life; what he had treasured most.
Hours passed but felt like minutes. All Daniel could do was think about her. Her laugh. Her cries. Her body. Her mind. Her love. Her loss. His mistakes. Her choice.
Soon enough, Daniel left the hypnosis of his thoughts long enough to hear the silence radiating within his house.
Everyone was gone.
He checked his watch.
Five in the morning.
Standing, he groaned and opened the door of his bedroom, and went into the hallway. He still held their photo in his hands— he had been gripping it the whole time. He placed it back onto its place above the other photos, making sure it was straight and level with the others.
He made his way back down the stairs, the sun now barely starting to make itself known beyond the horizon as it lit the house with the smallest amount of light.
Bottles and cups were strewn around the house on every surface. Trash cans overflowed and bags of chips were lying open across the countertops. Daniel ignored everything and stared at the couch he’d been unable to sit on earlier that night.
He could picture her small frame huddled into the corner of the couch across from where he stood; the look on her red, puffy face as she contemplated what to do and how to answer the question Daniel had posed. The way she silently stood from her seat and walked out the front door without a word: a stark contrast to the yelling that had been unleashed between the two only minutes prior.
“Are you really going to give up on us just like that?”
Looking back, he wished he never would’ve asked the question. Maybe he shouldn’t have said it so blatantly. He stared at the same corner of the couch and wished he would’ve listened to her rather than trying to make her listen to what he had to say. He would’ve done so much differently.
So now it was 5 in the morning, and Daniel was sitting on his couch, defeated. Defeated that he'd let her leave and defeated that she hadn’t shown up tonight. But hey, he had nobody else to blame; she doesn’t go to parties anymore.
At the same time, without thinking and thinking far too much about it, Daniel pulled out his phone and opened it to their thread of old messages, the last one dated nearly 8 months ago.
The block of blue that filled his whole screen made him cringe; it all seemed so futile in perspective now. His fingers hovered over the keyboard. He had so much to say to her, he didn’t know where to start. But as his eyes trailed back up to the large amounts of unanswered blue text bubbles, and the sun began to peek through his blinds, he knew what he needed to say couldn’t be sent in another blue bubble.
So he typed and he kept it short. He didn’t force her to listen; he’d done that far too much at the end of their relationship.
I’m in town until the 26th. I’d love to talk with you if you’d be interested in hearing what I have to say
He hit send and dropped his phone on the couch next to him. It was a little past 5 in the morning and if she was going to respond at all, he was sure she wasn’t going to do it for a while. He closed his eyes and rested his head back, releasing an anxious exhale as he tried to get her off his mind to not get his hopes up.
But to his surprise, his phone buzzed nearly a minute later. He was shocked. There was no way it was her… maybe it was somebody texting him that they’d forgotten something at his house, or one of the other drivers in a different time zone reaching out?
However, to his surprise, it was her name that had lit up his screen. The message was short and to the point. It included all the information Daniel needed, and it sent his heart racing.
