Break the Chain

Good girl

Ah!! I'm so excited for you guys to read this!!! Enjoy fluffy Flip along with some praise kink ;)

Enjoy,Dal <3

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Flip was in the kitchen, turning over scrambled eggs. He was humming to his favorite Led Zeppelin song that was playing on the radio sitting on the kitchen counter. You were still asleep as Flip was trying to surprise you in bed. It was your first homemade meal after the hospital and he wanted to make it special for you.

It was starting to become the afternoon, almost 12 hours of sleep for you. Flip didn't want to wake you up, but he figured you needed something to eat. You needed your energy for today, knowing you would have your first session with Dr. Stanford. He wanted to make sure you were prepared, not knowing himself what to expect. All he knew was that he would be right next to you, no matter what. He would be there for you, as long as you let him.

He nodded his head along with the music as he turned over a few pieces of bacon. The sizzling in the pan screamed up at him as he walked over to the kitchen island, grabbing an orange from the fruit bowl. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he thought about the night before.

Flip knew he wanted to continue with his promise of keeping his shit together. He was able to peel himself off of his living room floor and bring you home. He needed to stay strong for you, now more than ever.

Last night, he broke that promise.

He just couldn't help the amount of guilt he had, not knowing where you two stood. He feared that you would have some sort of resentment towards him. Seeing him as being the reason you were taken in the first place. It came as a shock when you thanked him for protecting you after all this time. You didn't see it as his fault at all, praising him for being the reason why you were alive. After everything that was said the night before, all he could focus on was one thing.

You still loved him.

Thinking about it now, Flip smiled like an idiot as he cut the orange in half. It was the reason why he felt butterflies in his tummy, thinking about the way you held onto him. You stressed to him that it wasn't his fault, finally feeling that weight being lifted off of his shoulders. Everything was out in the open, now feeling like you two were stronger than ever.

Flip finished setting your plate, carefully laying the bacon next to the eggs. The orange slices he cut added to the aroma as he set a glass of water on the tray, taking a step back. It reminded him of something you would do. Tilting your head, making sure it looked good enough before you set it out into the world. He hummed to himself as he nodded his head, deciding it was perfect for you.

He cleared his throat, grabbing the tray from the island. He could hear the floorboards creaking underneath his feet with each step he took. He held his breath, making sure not to spill anything as he climbed the stairs.

When he reached the top of the stairs he noticed the bedroom door was cracked just enough for him to see you lying in bed. He couldn't see much, other than the blanket almost swallowing you alive. He smiled to himself as he carefully kicked the door open, hearing your soft snores filling the room. The sunlight from the window lit up the room, a ray of sunshine perfectly hitting the bed.

Flip was gentle as he set the tray on the bed, lifting his hand towards your head. He bit down on his lip as he carefully peeled back the covers. He chuckled to himself when your hair was covering your face, your breath moving some of it back and forth.

"Baby?" Flip whispered, softly moving the hair out of your face. He felt bad for waking you up, seeing how peaceful you looked. You were finally getting some good sleep in your own bed and he didn't want to take that away from you.