Argument with Husband!Simon
Simon never tries to fight with you, or turn a disagreement into an argument, when you want to do something or have an idea, he complies, not because he doesnt care , but because he likes doing anything with you, as long as he is with you it doesnt matter what you both do, whatever you want, happens, and you of course dont overwhelme him or be controlling, and you dont cross any line.
But today, after such tiring day at base, hours of complecated things trying to get solved, he just wants to go home and rest, like an old sloth.
So when he arrives, he gets welcomed by the sight of you being all bubbly and energy, its a familiar sight normally, but now, he has no mood for anything, so when you walk to him to give him a welcome hug, he does hug you, but not as tight and warm as always.
You dont say anything, you just assume he had a bad day at work, and when you pull away looking up at him "Darling welcome back i missed you" , you say with a happy smile, your husband is home after such a boring day, and you cant wait until you both cook together, thats what you wanted, and you know he wont say no, right?
He gives you a curt smile as he drops off his jacket and keys lazily. "Im going to shower", he says walking away to the bathroom without looking at you, you frown a bit at his tone but you dont blame him, again.
Simon takes his sweet time in the shower, you wait on the couch, scrolling on whatever just to pass time, then there he is, coming out of the shower, his broad torso is full in display, wearing only a towel covering his lower half, leaving the rest to imagination (even though you dont have to imagine, you know his body like the back of your hand)
He walks straight to the bedroom, and as he was going down the hallway, he reaches the kitchen, thats when you stop him with your voice "Cover up quickly, we have some cooking to do", you say excited
He spares you a glance, "im not hungry, cook alone"
That made your heart drop, excuse me? What did he just say? You stand up and walk to him
"What do you mean you're not hungry? Did you eat something at base??", you say, trying to cover your disappointment
He leans on the board of the kitchen door, crossing his arms, a scowl on his face
"I didnt eat, but im not in the mood", he says with a cold tone, and that was your last string
"What the hell? You're standing only on the cup of coffee you drank this morning and you say you dont have the mood to eat?? This isnt about mood Si, you should eat! And i want to cook with you"
You say scolding him, he grimaces at the loud tone, "I said i dont want to eat, cook yourself okay? Dont make me repeat things"
You scoff , "this isnt about 'want' Simon, you should eat, and i missed you all day, i was waiting for you to come so i could spend time with you cooking, and you now say you want to eat? At least-" you want to continue but he cuts you off, with a very angry tone, that you're not used to
"For god sake i said im not in the fucking mood! Which part of that you dont undrestand huh?? You think i was just sitting in the desk and waiting for the day to end so i can come home and cook whatever shit to cook? Im a lieutenant, i have responsibilities, im not jobless like you, having nothing to do all day, and when i say no it means no, i think you got it your way too much you cant accept that word, grow the hell up"
And with that, he stomps to the bedroom, and slamming the door as loud as he can, he removes the towel angrily, mumbling some curses under his breath as he wears the random boxer that his hand caught, then he just lays on his stomach on the bed, too tired to reflect on what he said or on you, he just sleeps the minute he feels the softness of the bed and allure of the sheets.
Meanwhile you, standing frozen in your place , not believing what he said, your mind not processing what he just said, your heart breaks as his words ring in your head, you try to compose yourself, but your lips cant help but tremble, your eyes cant help but cry, and you cant help but feel so misundrestood and wronged.
You look at the kitchen, the ingredeants on the counter mocking you, you walk slowly and arrange everything back in its place, crying silently hurt, your appetite is gone, the only thing you feel inside now is your heart beating so fast, and the soffesticating feeling of holding back your sobs, shuffeling into sniffles.
You sit on the couch, crying, because thats only how you'll eventually calm down, but never stop being hurt, after some minutes your sobs reduces, you wipe your tears and glance at the bedroom door, you contemplate for a moment then you walk slowly, as you reach the door you open it slowly, not making any noise, and you peak your head inside, and there he is, fast asleep on the bed, not even bothering to cover himself with a blanket.
You hesitate for a moment, he has hurt you yeah, but god...you couldnt stop your legs as they walk to the bed and cover him up, you look down at him and the sight of him makes you start crying all over again, so you decide to not sleep next to him, because your shoulders wont stop shaking the bed and your suffeled sobs will wake him up, and you dont want to feel like a burden more that you already do feel, so you leave quietly and go to the guest room, its enough for you, and you can sulk how ever you want.
The next day comes, its dawn when Simon wakes up by that annoying ringtone of his phone, and there is no good news in what he hears, his captain ordering him to come as soon as possible.
He doesnt even notice your absence , doesnt bother to wash his face, putting on whatever his hand grabbed from the closet, phone, keys, thats it, and he leaves.
After some hours, You woke up from such restless sleep, you feel an uneasy feeling in your stomach as you remember what happened, and the fact that you'll face him again is unsetteling, you never fight like this, so you dont know how to act, and dont know if you'll even be able to hold back your tears if you even hear his voice.
You walk out of the guest room, inspecting where he is, so you wont be shocked if he just shows up from nowhere, but the house is silent, so silent, and when you look everytwhere, you drown in disappointment, he isnt home.
It hurt more than him being home, he is gone? Just like that? That hurts much more than intended.
Meanwhile him, after the meeting, the problem they indured finally was solved ,the tension in the base softens, everyone's happy with the results, and so he is.
The day goes smoothly for him, and as he was in his office, forgetting that he has been doing paper work for the whole noon, he feels his stomach protest, angry growls like its saying "Dont forget about me you asshole"
He stretches and look at his wrist expecting to see the time on his watch, but eventually he didnt wear it, so he grabs his phone instead to look at the time, and there it is, his lockscreen wallpaper.
A picture of you, back 9 months ago when you both went on a picnic in a forest, next to a beautiful lake, you smiling at the camera as you insisted to capture you while the huge mountain covered in snow is behind you, along with the lake, since then he never changed it.
And then when it was that he recalled what happened last night, and god, his appetite is gone again, did he really just say those words? To you? His wife? The person he loves with his whole heart? His wife? When you were just trying to take care of him like you always do and never fail? Who just want time with him? Away from chaos? He just told you you have no life?
"Fucking hell...", he mutters under his breath, feeling like shit all over again, he opens your contact but then he stops, no, you dont deserve a call, you dont deserve a small sorry, you deserve the world, and he knows how you're feeling right now, he knows exactly that you're feeling like the biggest burden in his life now, when god helps him you're the only good thing in his life.
He continues his day being grumpy, short answers, barking orders here and there, just wanting for the day to end and fix the shit he made, but only to be stuck on an emergency, again, and it made him lose his mind, he knows your bedtime, and he is sure when he comes back, you'll be asleep, so not only you being hurt all day ,but sleeping while you never got the apology you deserved.
Meanwhile you, Mesirable.
You spent the whole day sulking, every car engine voice you hear you jump out of your place, even though you know exactly what his car engine sounds like, and now, he isnt home.
So you go to the guest room again, and you lay down, reflecting on what he said for the millionth time in that day, feeling more insecure than ever.
Sleep didnt come, and so does Simon, worry leaks into your heart, but you dont call, you're a burden to him, remember??
While Simon, already in the garage half an hour ago, just sitting there, trying to rehearse the apology he wanted to say, in the passenger seat, your favorite snacks, and random ones too, he didnt know what to pick, he didnt know what the hell to do.
When he finally gathered the courage, even though he knows you'll probably be asleep, he leaves his car and walks to home.
He opens the door with such silence, his military training of being silent are working now, he sees the lights are off, and he walks slowly to the bedroom, but its empty, he frowns and look around, but you are no where, and then his eyes drift over the guest room door, he walks there and open the door quickly, and it stardled you, who you were sitting on the bed and scrolling on the phone.
You look up shocked, 'when did he comeback?? Fuck fuck fuck what am i supposed to do now', you think to yourself as you look at him, you were supposed to pretend you're asleep when you hear him comeback, but now there is no running away.
Meanwhile him, the sight of you, eyes puffy, tired, hair a bit messy from turning left and right trying to sleep, Just you...
It made the whole apology vanish, the bag of snacks in his hand is forgotten, and his throat feels dry.
You notice the look on his face, and worry highens, he looks like he's in shock, and the worse scenarios comes to your mind.
"Is everything okay?", you ask hesitantly, like even the sound of your voice will bother him.
That tone of yours, just your voice, the insecure look on your face, your slightly trembling hands, after a whole day of feeling like shit, made something snap inside of him.
He drops the bag on the floor, closes the gap between you in three steps, get cups your face, looking at you for a slight second, then he kisses you.
His lips are so warm on yours, the kiss is slow and sensual, and its replacing all the shitty script he was rehearsing before, and doing more.
His hand trembles as he positions your face to make his tongue enter your mouth, speaking its own language to fix the mess he made.
You've been caugh off gaurd, but then you feel like water in his arms, you surrunder compeltly to his kiss, this one is not like the other ones, not the playful ones, not the one filled with lust while making love, not the ones after a long deployement or long day, its diffrent.
He is apologising, with his lips, hands, tongue, warmth, just this intimacy.
He deepens the kiss, kissing you like his life depends on it, and just when he feels like he'll faint from the lack of air, he pulls away, heavy breathings coming out both of you, he keeps his eyes closed but you open them, he looks so vulnurable and so...scared.
He opens his eyes and it locks on your, he stays quiet for a moment, then he finally speaks.
"If you werent in my life, id be dead by now, and if i made you feel like you dont mean anything, then id rather die"
That does it to you, again, those tears, those endless salty fluids, you start crying again.
And with that he hugs you tightly, so tight like he is holding for his dear life "Im so sorry, so so so sorry", he whispers in your hair, feeling more like shit the whole day.
You try to speak but couldnt, you feel so overwhelmed you dont know how to express what you're feeling, and he knows it.
"Shh...i know...i know my love i know", he whispers, his voice couldnt be more gentle than this.
You feel so safe, like a huge rock got lifted off your chest, and you just cling to him, needing the comfort you've been seeking since you heard that loud tone of his, and you start to calm down.
After some moments, when he felt you relax and better, he cups your face and look down at you, your eyes puffy, face wet and red with tears, hair framing just right, its the most beautiful sight he has ever seen.
"You're so beautiful", he whispers, and just before you could react to it, his mouth is on yours, your neck, your shoulders, his hand roming all over your torso as you felt it sneak under your shirt.
So now you know his way of apologising, not just heartaching and warming words, but with intimacy, very sensual intimacy.
And just like that, you woke up in the bedroom instead, body all sore and satisfied from the love making feeling his naked skin hugged over your naked skin, holding you in his sleep like a Ring Buoy, and you'd never complain, and of course, you're not to be blamed.
