“Heath can you please just calm down and explain what has happened. Heath, it’s gonna be fine, I love you and you know that,” you called out from outside of the bathroom door. Heath had come home, seen the look on your face and high tailed it to your upstairs bedroom, putting the door between you. To say it had been a rough week would be an understatement. Heath had just gotten home from filming for a few months and you were both still adjusting to being so close to each other all the time.
“Yeah, but I screwed up,” Heath replied, opening the door so that you could see him leaned against the doorway.
“What do you mean?”
“I just. I haven’t had to do stuff like clean up thr kitchen or wash the sink for the past four months. But I saw the sink was full and I knee you wouldn’t want to come home and deal with that so I tried to tidy up and I don’t know how but the plates ended up dropping and I know they were your mums and you really loved them and I just felt horrible and I ended up cutting my foot with some of the broken shards and-” he blabbered on and on, but you were judt staring at him. Finally you interrupted his ranting, grabbing him by the shoulders and throwing your self into his chest before wrapping your arms around him tight.
“Shut up Heath,” you whispered, feeling his heartbeat against your ear. “I don’t care about the plates. They aren’t that important,” you said, leaning yout head back to look up at him. He stared down at you with the faintest of smiles on his lips, his hand reaching up to brush a piece of hair from your face. “I do care about your foot though, did you get it out babe?” you asked, pulling back from him and glancing down at his feet.
“Oh, um. Now that you mention it,” Heath began, laughing as you looked up at him with eyes with in concern.
“Are you kidding me Heath?! Jesus Christ, come on you idiot. Back one day and I have to take you to the hospital,” you sighed, putting yourself under one of Heath’s arms and beginning to your way to the stairs.
“You know I love you right?” Heath laughed, leaning down to press a kiss against your head.
You couldn’t help the small smile that made it’s way onto your mouth but kept your head down. “Oh shut up you loon.”
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Do I know this was shitty? Yes. Do I care enough to delete it and start again? No.
