To say that you were upset would be an understatement; youwere damn near heartbroken, but since you were at a party thrown by Fullscreenyou couldn’t really allow yourself the time or space to express those feelings.At first, you assumed that maybe Ryan was just playing coy about your birthdayto lull you into some sort of false sense of angst and then surprise you withsomething nice. But, the longer that the day went the more obvious the truthbecame.
He simply forgot about your birthday.
Part of you didn’t want to be this upset but you reallycould not help it. Ryan had gone above and beyond for everything else since thetwo of you got together: anniversaries, Christmas, spur of the moment datenights. So, now, that you sat alone at a table in a crowded place you didn’twant to be you really couldn’t bring yourself to be anything but sad.
As you sipped at your wine, you felt a hand come to rest onyour shoulder and without even turning around you knew who it was. You sighedand set the glass down before glancing over your shoulder to look up at Ryanwho, for his merit, did look extremely guilty.
“You forgot my birthday,” you said simply, turning back toyour drink.
Ryan stepped forward and sat down across from you, “In my defense,I forget about a lot of things.”
Your lips pursed slightly and his face fell as he seemed torealize his mistake. He sighed and slid his hand across the table, palm up asif inviting you to place your own in it. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry that Iforgot about your birthday. I know it must hurt, and I will try my damnedest tomake it up to you. Can you forgive me?” he asked, putting on his best puppy dogpout.
Slowly, you took a sip of your wine, and you narrowed youreyes as you looked over at him. You lowered to glass and allowed your hand tofall into place with Ryan’s, your fingers lacing together. You gave his hand asqueeze and nodded out towards the floor.
“Can you dance with me?” you asked.
Ryan raised a brow, “You’re not mad?”
“Oh no,” you said, smirking at him, “I’m extremely mad; Whichis why I’m making you dance in front of everyone.”
“You’re evil and I love it,” Ryan laughed and got up fromthe table.
The ride from the hospital to your apartment was a veryuncomfortable one; no matter how cautiously Sam took turns and stops there wasan almost constant nagging pain throughout your body. Your eyes had flutteredshut at some point in the ride and your forehead rested against the cool glassof the passenger window in an attempt to relax and allow your body some rest. Asmall, almost unperceivable, whine slipped past your lips as you shifted everso slightly in your seat.
“You alright, baby girl?” Sam asked from the driver’s seat.
You swallowed hard and just barely nodded your head, “M’okay.”
Even with your eyes closed and him not saying anything, youknew that he didn’t completely believe you, but you also knew that he wasn’tgoing to push it right now. You could feel the car slowly come to a stop andheard the engine cut off. You gingerly lifted a hand and blindly groped aroundfor the seatbelt clasp at your side; just as you got it undone and you slowlysat up, your door eased open. With a small sigh, you opened your eyes andlooked up at Sam with a sad sort of look on your face.
As Sam bent down to try and help you out of the car, yougently pushed his hands away, “I can do it.”
“Y/N, you were just released from the hospital after a caraccident,” he huffed and reached for you again, “Let me help you.”
He eased you out of the car and onto your feet but youbraced yourself on the side of the car as he closed the door. When Sam turnedback to you and you gave him a very hard look, or as hard as you could manage withthe throbbing pain in your ribs, cheek, and arms. Sam, however, chose to ignoreyou and very carefully slipped an arm under your knees and back to pick you up.
You hissed softly at the sudden movement and slumped againstSam’s chest.
“I don’t need a Prince Charming to save me,” you grumbled ashe headed up to your front door.
Sam chuckled and shook his head, “I guess it’s a good thingI’m not Prince Charming.”
