Broken Glass | Barca Boys
Summary: Maybe it was only a metaphor, or maybe it was how your relationship felt.
Warnings: cursing, broken relationship.
A/N: I know you love Barca Boys, so here's it is a little angst for you ❤️✨️ also because the votes and anons were clear about you loving this series. Happy late Sunday to you!!!!
Pedri
"No," You say, making him turn back to you. "I'm not going."
"Joder, you are really testing my limits today." He says, trying to keep his cool. "I said let's go, now move it."
You throw your bag into the couch. Walking over to the kitchen. You grab your favorite mug, leaving it on the counter.
He sees you walking over the fridge, taking your dunkin' donuts caramel coffee, you poor it over your mug.
"Para." He orders.
You ignore his words. Grabbing some icecubes and pouring them onto the cup. "Go, it's late."
You knew that moving in with him was a big step, you very much inside of you knew that you might not be ready for it.
But you also knew that you loved him enough to make sacrifices. For him, for you, for the relationship.
"I said stop." He says, trying to grab the mug from your hands. "Give this to me."
You hand him go back and forth with the mug. "Pedro, what is wrong with you? Let go!"
He does, hitting his hand on the counter. He tries to calm himself. He walks over to the office, grabbing his keys and jacket.
"Stop that shit, let's go." He says, trying to sound less mad than he is.
"Are we really doing this?" You ask him. "Pedro, we are not fine, and honestly I don't feel like putting a big fake smile on my face for your family to think that everything is gummies and flowers in happyland!"
"We are fine!"
"No, we are not." You say. "We can't keep doing this."
You two stay quiet, trying to think about ways to fix what you two have, trying to make a smart choice that doesn't involve one of the two taking a different way.
"Te amo." He says, looking at the floor. "We can fix this, I know it."
"I know it too, we just need to know how."
"Let's think about it once we are back, just for tonight, let's not act this way."
You nod, leaving the mug and everything else on the house. He walks over to the couch, grabbing your purse and your jacket.
"Let's go." He smiles, kissing your forehead. "We can talk once we are back."
You can't help the feeling of tiredness, how much this situation is weighting on your shoulder.
You can feel his eyes on your hands, he wants to be able to hold them like he used to, but the feeling of guilt was bigger than his desires.
You noticed that, and like always, you took the initiative and grab his hand. The quickness of his actions makes you let a small smile.
He brings it up, closer to his lips, giving the skin a peck. "My dad is going to be so happy that you are coming." He says.
You nod, knowing that to him, making it seem like everything was fine in front of his parents was the most important thing.
His parents advise you not to move together, < you are too young to be thinking about that >
But you didn't listen, so here's the consequences of your own actions. You are not only young but also very dumb.
Everything was easier before. Everything seemed like a dream, but no. You had to ruin it.
"Do you want more salad, querida?" Rosy asks you.
"Thank you!" You smile at her. "This is delicious, I really like it."
"Well, Pedri always talks about how much you love this salad and I made it especially for you!"
You can feel Pedri's hand squeezing you, you smile and thank his mother one more time.
You take your hand and place it on top of his. You know that you have a long talk as soon as you hit home, but you want to keep with this fake narrative of being okay.
"How's everything?" Rosy asks when you two are alone, noticing the sad eyes you two have. "Are you doing okay?"
You don't want to talk to her about your problems with her son, you also don't want to uncover the truth you can't accept.
"Yes, I just feel tired from staying up late." You lie. "Do you need me to wash the dishes?"
She knows you are lying. It's easy for her to notice that. "Leave that, come with me." She asks, taking the glass from your hands. "Let's go for a walk while the boys play outside."
You nod, walking with her to the entrance of the house. You two decide to walk around the block.
You know she's about to ask, you know she wants to know what is going on, you know she wants the best for you and Pedri.
"Did you two fight?" She asks.
You stayed quiet, you feel embarrassed to even talk with her about it. You know she will tell you that she told you both not to do that, but you still did it.
"If you don't talk, then I can't help."
You look at her, she noticed the tears in your eyes. "It's not that." You try, chocking on a sob. "I just don't understand where it all went wrong."
"Ay, cariño." She hugs you. "It's okay, let it all out."
"And I know you told us that this was not the way to go, and I'm so sorry about not listening." You cry even harder. "I just thought that maybe it was going to be easier, and I don't want to lose him."
She grabs you by the shoulders, walking you over the bench that was at the small park you two were walking by.
"And I'm so sorry, I know this was a mistake, please don't be mad."
"I would never be mad." She smiles, holding your face. "But you know that this has to stop, right?"
You shake your head no, getting up from the bench. You fry your tears with your sleeves, calming down your urge to cry.
"I'm sorry, Rosy." You say, turning to where she is. "I think I overreacted, sorry you had to see that." You say, smiling.
She wants to talk about your reaction and try to know more because to her, this is not a normal reaction to have.
"It's getting colder. Maybe we should go back." You say before she starts speaking.
She got the hint, you weren't going to talk. She just nods, walking by your side in silence. She didn't want to seem disrespectful by trying to force the words out of you.
Before you enter the house once again, you grab her wrist, looking at her with puppy eyes. "Please don't tell anybody about what happened." You beg.
The last thing you want it to create more problems between Pedri and you.
She nods, placing a hand on your face and squishing your cheek. "Want some cake?" She asks, knowing that will make you happy.
You smile, giving her a small nod. You two walk inside, watching how Pedri, his brother, and father are eating a piece of cake already.
"Did you even leave us any?" Rosy jokes.
"A little bit only." Fer jokes.
You enjoyed a piece of cake with them, Rosy and Fernando moved to the kitchen after a while. They were talking and putting everything away, even if you offer help, they denied it.
After a few minutes Pedri moved to where his parents are, taking the plates and cups. You zone out, thinking about the fight.
You can't help but feel hopeless, can it help if you go back to live in separate houses? Can it help if you take a break? Can it help if you go to a counselor?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
"Vamos," Pedri says, handing your things to you.
You frown a little. "I thought we were staying a little bit more." You say, getting up and walking with him to the door.
But he doesn't answer. In fact, he's afraid that if he does, he might say the wrong thing. He just shakes his head, opening the car door for you.
When you get home, he is still in this quiet state. You want to ask, but you prefer for him to be the one telling you what is going on.
"Did you talk to my mom?" He asks.
You turn to where he is, already knowing that a fight is expected. "I mean, we took a walk and talked." You say. "Why?"
"I don't know, maybe because my parents were talking about how you were crying and asking her not to be mad at you." He says in this very deceptive tone.
You grab a napking, cleaning the small drops of coffee you dropped from moving the mug that you left.
"Do you really think moving together was a mistake?" He asks.
"I d-" You pause to think if what you were about to say was the right thing. "I don't know. I think we may have hurried into making that decision."
"So this is it?" He asks, mad at your answer. "I don't think we rushed."
"But we did." You say, wanting to shere what you really feel. "I think we need some time apart. We need to go to counseling or to go back to have our own place."
"You don't want to live here anymore?"
He knew this was coming, but he doesn't say it, maybe because he is afraid, maybe because he feels like his heart is about to explote, maybe because he feels embarrassed that his relationship is failing.
You take a deep breath, knowing that what you are about to do is the hardest thing you've ever done.
But it was necessary.
"No."
Gavi
"Wait, Pablo." You grab his arm, making him stop. "Can you please talk to me?" You ask.
He just frowns, taking his hand and moving your hand. "Vamos." He says, walking over to the car.
You follow him, opening the door and getting on the passenger seat.
"If you are mad, sad, angry, or anything." You say, grabbing his hand. "Can you please tell me?"
He does this thing where he just acts like anything matters, he gets this frown on his face, and he gets quiet.
"Pablo, please." You beg. "Talk to me, anything you want to say, just talk!"
"Do me a favor." He says, taking his hand away from yours. "Please be quiet, I have a headache."
You feel the pain in your heart. You got comfortable on the seat, even when you don't want to be in the same car as him.
You can't keep with this situation, he never shared his feelings, he never shared his thoughts.
It was like fighting someone with your eyes closed. You know nothing about them and you don't know where the next punch is coming from.
You push the seat all the way to the back and bit more down. You know he hates when his seats are moved, he likes to have the same distance between the driver's seat and the passenger seat.
You know that even if he wants to talk, he won't. He will fix it as soon as he can and then continue with this silent treatment trick he pulls.
"I hate when you do this." You say to him. You are done with hiding your feelings just because he hides his own. "If you are mad at me, if you feel like I said something you don't feel comfortable with, if you want me to tone it down, just say it."
The silence continue.
You focus on the busy road, the traffic in Barcelona was crazy tonight. Just what you needed, more time with him in the silente cage.
You think about the day he asked you to be his girlfriend. He used to be someone reserved since the beginning, yes.
But this wall he built to hide his feelings, it was impossible to climb. No matter how hard you tried, no matter how much progress you make. He always finds a way to bring you down to zero.
You turn back to him, his eyes are on the road. You can't think of when all this started, when he started to hide himself.
You used to think that you were happy.
You used to think that you knew him.
But you don't.
You don't want this life, you don't want to have to go the extra mile for him to express his feelings, you don't want to feel like you need to beg him.
"Pull over." You say, undoing your seat belt.
Pablo turns to you, the alarm of the seat belt ringing, alerting him more than it should.
"Are you crazy? We are in the middle of traffic." He says, grabbing your arm with on hand.
"I'm not, just pull over." You say, freeing your arm from his hold. "Please do."
He sees the entrance to a mall, he earns a few honks of the other drivers, but he does not care.
He parks on the first spot he finds. As soon as the car is safe to get off, you try to do it, but the hands of Gavi are stopping you.
"Pablo, let go off me." You calmly say.
"No, I'm not letting you get off." He says, gripping on your arms a little more. "Amor, please."
The look in his eyes is confusing. You can't understand how he goes from full anger and being so closed and then go to begging you with those glossy eyes.
"I can't do this anymore, Pablo." You whisper.
"Don't say that." He begs. "What-, how-, wha-."
He can't even get a sentence without feeling like he's doing something that might make you leave faster.
"Please, suéltame." You say one more time.
"Let me fix thi-"
"No! Pablo, I've tried so hard for so long, but you act as if I'm the enemy." You say, pulling your hands away from him in a very hard pull. "I love you, but I'm tired of feeling as if everything that I do is wrong, as if I'm a bother to you or to your feelings."
He shakes his head, trying to find the right words, but he can't.
"And I begged you, fuck Pablo I've begged you to tell me what's wrong, if I'm doing something." You keep going, expressing everything you feel. "You have no idea what it's like to feel like a bother, and you don't care because clearly you don't mind me feeling like that." You open the door.
He undo his seat belt, running to your side to stop you. "Wait, preciosa, that's not true."
"Move, out of my way." You say, trying to pass over him. "Gavi!"
"No, stop, please, so we can talk." You scuff, trying to go past him. "No!"
"Okay, then tell me something." You say, taking a few steps back. "Are you going to stop being so uptight and start being honest about your feelings with me? I'm tired of being the only one who tries."
"Pero- joder, I don't get why are you so stuck on that!"
You don't need another word. You understood perfectly.
"Pablo, I think it's time for you to leave. I leave by myself." You say, pushing him out of your way.
"Espera," He calls, trying to get you to stay. "Amor, what about us?"
You turn to him, the look in your face is enough to make him shut his mouth.
"There is no us, Gavi."
Ferran
"Do you need help?" Ferran asks, poking your side.
"Stop that." You say, moving his hand away from you. "You already embarrassed me enough during dinner."
"Don't be like that," He says, smirking. "It was fun."
You ignore him, closing the door of the car and leaving him inside.
During this party with his friends, Ferran decided to over shared some not so funny stories about you.
To him and his friends, of course it was funny, because Ferran is used to do that to everybody. He loves to share different stories of moments that made him laugh.
You sometimes feel like Ferran doesn't take anything serious, it's been like that since the beginning.
At first, it was fun.
You can't deny that you find his humor fun, how he didn't take anything that serious. But after some time, you find it nit that funny anymore.
You told yourself that it was because of his work. He needs to be extra serious, and he needs to be concentrated on the field.
It's also that he is an oversharer.
He will share everything with everyone if he is feeling like it. That was something that you feel like in the beginning didn't really matter, but now you feel like sometimes he shares too much.
And you know that when he's home and out with friends, he can be himself. The thing is, he sometimes can't seem the difference between being serious and have an open time for jokes.
"Don't be mad." He says, closing the door after him. "Where are you going?"
"To make some tea."
You walk over to the kitchen, trying to calm yourself down. You don't want to fight with him, not again.
Last time you did, Ferran took it as always. As a joke. Trying to calm the airs with jokes, because in his mind that was going to work with you.
Sometimes you are thankful that Ferran gives you the space you needed. He can't take some situations with the maturity needed, but he knows when to back off.
You stayed on the couch for a little bit, trying to think about what to do with the situation you have on your hands.
You asked Ferran multiple times to take the things with more seriousness. That you needed him to pause his overly good mood for a moment and act like an adult.
You decide to rest the subject and go to bed, you were staying with him for the night. He was playing fifa while talking with his football friends, so you left him alone while he's doing that.
You do the little routine you have while you stay with him. You check your phone after doing the routine. Noticing that your friends were talking about the stories Ferran mentioned, all of them teasing you.
You can't help but get mad again, especially when you noticed that they were talking about something you told Ferran not to tell.
"Ferran, can you come here?" You ask, trying to keep your cool.
He tells the boys that he's going to be off for a few minutes, to not kill him on the game. He leaves his mic off and headsets there, running to the room.
"Si? My team is waiting, tell me." He says, jumping anxious about his game. "What's wrong? Did you forget your cream again?"
You try not to roll your eyes at how desperate he seems to go back to his game. "Stop moving." You say, frustrated at him. "Did you tell our friends about what happened the other day?" You ask, trying to get him to confess first before saying anything.
He thinks for a few moments, "Do you mean the work thing?"
"So you did!" You point at him. "After I told you not to!"
He rolls his eyes, "Baby, they are our friends." He says, smiling at you.
"It doesn't matter, I asked you not to tell, and you did exactly that!"
He doesn't seem to see the problem, he feels like sharing is caring. His friends will share their lives with him and he does too.
"I know, but Miguel had the same experience, and I wanted to let him know that he's not the only one."
"Fer, but that was not something that you could just tell." You explain, trying to remain calm. "That was something that I wanted to keep private and to be able to tell whenever I felt like it. I told you because I trusted you to keep it."
He sighs, "Can you drop it?" He asks. "I have a game to go back to." He point to his game room.
"Perdona?" You ask, not believing that he was acting as if you are the one with the problem.
"My game!" He points. "I'm in the middle of it. Let's drop this, yes I told my friends, yes you are mad but boo hoo, move on!"
You are speechless, he was in this < I don't give a fuck > type of mode, acting like if you can't be mad at him airing your business.
"It's not boo hoo, Ferran." You try to reason with him. "You told everybody something that was mine and only mine to tell. The worst part is that this is not the first time you have done this. Do I have to be more careful now and filter everything I say to you?"
"Why would you? Amor, seriously stop exaggerating."
"No estoy exagerando, Ferran. I'm mad because I trusted you and yet again you ran to your friends and aired my dirty laundry."
"Yet again? Why are you so onto ruin the night <yet again>?" He says, trying to copy your words.
You look over at him, feeling disappointed, Ferran rolled his eyes, walking back to his game room. He doesn't believe he's in the wrong.
You change back into your clothes, putting the stuff you have in the bathroom back in your bag. You are mad and won't spend the night with him.
You call an Uber, waiting for it to be outside, you put your shoes. You grab Ferran's wallet, walking over to the game room.
"I'm leaving. Here's your wallet." You threw it over at the table. "Bye."
He pauses the game. "Espera!" He shouts, cursing under his breath as he shuts down the game. "Wait, don't leave."
You turn to him, his face showing regret. "I'm tired, Fer." You say, feeling like you are the bad one.
"But tired of what? Are you seriously mad about me talking with my friends? Are you that dramatic?"
"Yes, I am seriously mad. Yes, I am dramatic because you keep kissing and telling, and I'm not up for that." You say, opening the front door of his house.
You feel his hand grabbing your arm. He then blocks the door that goes to the street. "You can't leave."
"I can. In fact, I am leaving." You take his hand away from you, trying to walk out of his house. "Move."
"Look, I know I fucked up, but you know how I am."
"And that's not an excuse anymore." You say, moving him to open the door.
Just in time, the Uber pulled to the driveway.
"I made so many excuses for you, but I'm over it, Ferran. And for you to tell me that I'm being dramatic and exaggerating? Sorry, but I'm out."
"You are seriously going to break up with me over something I said?"
You look back at him. "I will. In fact, im doing it." You say, opening the door of the Uber. "But don't worry, go tell your friends about it."
Fermin
"Be careful." Fermin says, grabbing your hand as you walk back inside the house.
You try to let his hand go, failing miserable as he thinks it is because you are falling and grabs you by the waist.
You are coming from a doctors appointment, and Fermin is treating you as if you just came back from war or something.
"Fer, you're making me feel hot." You say, trying to give him a hint. "Can I have some water?" You ask him.
He nods, running to the kitchen to get you that glass of water.
Something you and Fermin always talk about is that he sometimes doesn't know how to give you your space. You need to have your own time to de-stress from everything.
But he's more into long hugs from the moment he sees you to the moment you say goodbye, or even if you're in bed, sleeping over at his or yours, he will have his arms around you, one lg over yours.
You like that, love that your boyfriend is clingy. The things is...
Fermin is more than clingy, he is obsessed with you to the point he will want to hold your hand when driving, when out, when in.
He will want to hold you all the time, even suggesting a warm bath so he can cuddle you inside the bathtub.
It was amazing, you love your boyfriend.
What wasn't so amazing were the fights because he was mad that you needed your space. Meaning you need him away, meaning you hated him and you wanted him to get lost...
Or that was what was happening inside his mind.
You talked about space with him, being able to do your things, to be able to have your moments. To read in peace, to eat without holding his hand, to be in bed on your side without his arms.
"Here it is, princesa." He says, handing you the glass of water.
Pau
You feel him hugging you from behind. You feel yourself cringe at the overwhelming feeling. You hate yo feel that way, but sometimes you can't take the full clingyness.
"Let's get ready for tonight?" You ask, trying to act as if you want to go upstairs. "We need to be ready for Pablo's dinner"
"That means I have to go home, I wanted to watch a movie."
"Fer, our houses are literally three minutes away. You'll be fine."
He pouts, giving your forehead a kiss. "I'll pick you up, okay?" He asks, making you nod. "See you in a bit."
You feel lighter when Fermin left. Sometimes you want to be able to tell him yo give you space without sounding like a bitch.
You had plenty of time to take a shower and prepare for the dinner. It was a simple party with his football friends and even some masía friends from his junio era.
You watch an episode of your show before doing anything. Picking a simple outfit after a shower, some light makeup just because you want to hide the bags under your eyes.
You hear the doorbell just in time, grabbing your bag and praying the last bid of perfume. You find Fermin waiting for you outside, a smile on his face.
"Let's go!" You smile.
During the trip from your house to Gavi's house, Fermin didn't let your hand go. Using every red light as an opportunity to kiss your hand of cheek.
When you arrive you try your best to say hi to everyone. Finding it kind of hard as Fermin was grabbing your hips, keeping you by his side.
"Venga, Fer. Let's go get some food, let the ladies talk." Gavi tells him, pulling him by the shirt.
You thank Gavi, making the ladies at the table laugh. They all tease you about how much Fermin spend next to you.
You can't get mad, you know that it's true and you kind of find it funny too. Plus, the jokes are light, and nobody is insulting you or hurting you or fermin with the jokes.
"So, changing the topic." Gavi's girlfriend says. "Are we taking that trip to Ibiza? Because I need to confirm the airbnb."
"Oh, yes." Laura, Dani's girlfriend, says. "I have the itinerary, I just need to change some things based on our budget."
"Let's keep it budget friendly." You say. "Last time we spent enough to live a lifetime." You laugh.
"Yes, but I loved it." Laura says. "I'm sending you the unedited itinerary. We can see right now what to change."
Fermin, Gavi, and Dani walk back to the table. All of them are carrying food for their girlfriend.
"What are you ladies talking about?" Dani asks, placing Laura's food in front of her.
"Oh, nothing." Laura smirks. "Only our little Ibiza trip, but we promise to be good this time."
"Joder, I'm still in debt after last trip." Gavi jokes, making his girlfriend hit his arm. "Es broma!"
"When are you leaving?" Pedri asks, sitting down with you.
"I think next week, because we talked about it for like a month before finally saying yes five minutes ago." You answer.
"Wait, you are going too?" Fermin whispers to you.
"Obvio." You whisper back. "Thanks for the food."
You continue the talk with everybody else. Talking about different things. What you didn't notice was how Fermin was quiet.
He was kind of mad that you didn't shared the fact that you wanted to go to Ibiza with your friends.
He was planning on using those days to take you somewhere, so you could spend more days together and have a nice mini vacay.
After dinner, Fermin and you helped Gavi and his girlfriend with the cleaning. You hugged them goodbye and went back to Fermin's car.
You find weird how he is kind of quiet and not holding your hand like he's used to. Maybe he's tired, you think.
"Do you want me to make you that food you like?" You ask him. "You told me your parents are coming, and I'm thinking that your mom also likes that plate."
"Why didn't you tell me about the trip?" He asks.
You frown. "Because I don't know?" You chuckle. "I thought I wasn't going to go. That's why."
"I was thinking of taking you on a little vacation." He explains. "But you ruined the plan."
"How did I ruin it?" You ask confused.
"Because you are leVing with your friends and leaving me behind."
You try to understand how is this your fault and why was he so mad.
"Fer, what are you even talking about? We are going for a weekend, I'm not moving there." You explain calmly. "And we are together all the time. We are together after training, at night when you come here for dinner or breakfast, on the weekends. Shit, we are together right now!"
You don't get why he was so mad at you. It was a normal thing that you and the girls would pick a weekend to spend time away from the games, the crazy fans and the routine.
"But I wanted us to spend some time, but thanks for ruining it." He says in a very bad tone. "You don't appreciate what I do for you."
"Fermin, are we really doing this?" You ask, still surprised that he was acting this way.
"Si, I'm honestly mad that you think this is not important."
"I never said that." You fight back, done with his attitude. "But you say < you are leaving me > as if I'm never with you. I've talked about how sometimes I think we need to have our own time. This is part of your own time. You went with Gavi and Ansu to Sevilla during your free days and I never complained."
"Oh, so you were going to?"
You stop fighting at that point, he wanted to be the right one in this fight. "You know what, let's calm down. We can talk about this tomorrow."
"You always do this, I try to spend time with you and be a good boyfriend. But you can't appreciate it."
You only roll your eyes, walking to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. "Whatever." You whisper.
"I want you to cancel the trip." He says, walking over to where you are. "If you really appreciate me and everything I do for you, cancel it, and let's go ourselves on a trip."
You can't help but laugh. "No." You shake your head while chuckling. "I'm not going to cancel anything, and if I do, it won't be because I'm going on one with you."
"Cancel it ot we are over." He says, angry face.
You feel this pain in your heart. You know Fermin is exaggerating, but him pulling this macho move is not setting right with you.
"Okay, close the door on your way out."
"I'm sorry I'm late." Pau says as soon as you open your house door. "We can still go out to eat."
You smile at him. "Actually, my dad came home with some burgers, and I ate one thinking you were going to not come."
"Oh," He says, scratching the back of his neck. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," you say, hugging him. "I understand that you had to go to a meeting with your coach."
"Can we talk?" He asks.
You know where this is going, and honestly, you are thankful that it's him the one who's starting it.
"Want to go for a walk?" You ask. "My parents are in the living room." You explain.
He nods, taking your hand. You close the door after taking the keys from the key holder. You gab his arm, giving him a kiss on the shoulder.
"How was your night?" You ask, trying to make the conversation flow.
"It was good, Hansi gave us a big speech about how we need to not lack and to be better."
"That's amazing." You smile. "I'm happy that you are doing well on everything."
"How was your night?" He asks, giving you hand a kiss. "Apart from the obvious." He says, referring to him being late.
"Hey, about that." You say, thinking about him. "Did you eat anything?"
"Not much." He confess. "I'm really sorry. I was so late that you had to eat at home and now out like we talked about."
"Honestly, I get it." You shrug. "You are busy, and I ate burgers, so I'm fine."
He smiles, giving you a kiss. "Can we take a seat?" He asks, making you nod. "I really need to talk to you about something."
You smile, trying not to cringe.
"I really like you, you have no idea." He smiles, grabbing your hands. "But I'm really in a place where I can't give you the time I want to give you." He explains. "I want to be able to take you to dinner on time, I want to be able to take you out for more than just my games."
"Pau," you interrupt. "Listen, I know where this is going, and I think that as much as this is hurting. I think it's the best for the best of us."
He hugs you. "I'm really sorry." He says, sounding like he regrets already starting the conversation. "I love you, but I can't let this continue and let you hate me."
"Oh, baby." You chuckle. "I would never hate you, I would probably create a gossip page about you and share your deepest secrets but I won't hate you." You joke.
He laughs, "I really love you." He smiles, grabbing your face. "And I'm sorry this is going the way it is. I promise that if you give me a change, I can do better, maybe not now but in the future."
You give him a kiss. "I can't wait."