Food makes everyone better.
“I’m not in the mood,” you say harshly, turning away from Simon.
You hadn’t felt good all day and got tired of his questions. Banished to the living room, you finally got some quiet, but it didn’t ease whatever was wrong.
Your headache intensified when he spoke and you lashed out again.
“I know,” he breathes out quietly, when are you ever?
“I just miss my girl,” Simon continues, coming around to your side, food tray in hand.
You stare at him for a long time, then the food, and back to him.
“Don’t start crying,” Simon coos, watching your eyes tear up. “I know, I know.”
He lets you cry into his shoulder for a while, listening to all the incoherent sobs of you feeling bad for being such a bitch to him when he’s only ever nice.
“It’s okay baby,” he says for the nth time today, letting you kiss over his face again and again.
When you’ve settle down and into his arms, he brings the tray over. A balanced meal of fruits, meat, and grains.
You snuggle back into him some more, pull the covers up and start to eat while he turns on y’all’s show.
You offer him a bite every now and then, because he knows better to deny you when you offer him something. He learned that the hard way.
“Thank you Si,” you say, turning to him and giving him a big hug.
“Always,” he murmurs back into your head, arms wrapped around your body.
You fall asleep that way, safe and reassured in his arms.
I can js make him perfect like that 😛
