"You're Loved."

"You're loved."

It wasn't too out of character nor was it strange for his husband to come home or just be drunk.

What was, however, him being drunk and upset about something personal. Matter of fact, maybe, something too personal.

What he thought was gonna be a normal night of helping his husband with his erotic hunger for sex or just a simple hangover, quickly became a night of trying to make sure his partner was in check and he knew he was loved and forget about his awful, awful, people that raised him, but yet cannot accept him for his choice of lovers.

As he sent his daughter and niece into bed, the front door was opened and shortly closed back and locked, despite almost already knowing who it was, you could never be so sure to yourself. The ginger haired man slowly grabbed a knife of the knife block and slowly edged nearer and nearer to the stranger that just walked in. "Show yourself, I'm not afraid to use this kitchen knife!" Scott alerted whoever was in his home, he was not afraid to slash them at all, especially after just making sure the girls were safe and were in bed.

"Chill, It's just me guy."

That one voice was there to instantly calm down and made sure nothing's wrong, he lowered his guard and put the kitchen knife down, and drew his husband into a hug and quickly planted a kiss onto his forehead. Although he had to admit something about his lover was off, he seemed to slouch and slump, and not have his usual 'oomph' or sass, or better yet, return their usual "welcome back" return greeting.

"Wallace, are you ok?" Scott asked, noticing his husband really wasn't in the mood today. Even though Wallace is always in a good mood after a beer or two. It was now a sixth sense to him at this point, if something was wrong he just had figure out and help him out. Besides, it wasn't often Wallace was upset after coming home wasted.

"There's nothing wrong, Scott. I'm just... drunk... no need to worry about me." He tried to reassure his husband in return, although to no avail his husband was still worried. Scott could basically detect the upsetness in his tone, it sounded about something dire, like something should be addressed. But what exactly? Just what should they address, if his husband was not really into or interested in talking about it. "Wallace. If there is something wrong we could talk about, I'm here for you." Scott told Wallace. He may not be the best of comforters in this relationship, but he may as well try, to give back for all the times wallace comforted him after breakups.  

"There is nothing to worry about, I'm just having a terrible migraine." The older man said as both men walked into the kitchen, the darkened light highlighting the taller man's frame. "But are you really sure, Wallace? You seem off tonight." Scott questioned, as the taller took a water bottle out the fridge and started to drink it. "Guy, I told you it's just a migraine, I'll be fine. I'll just take a shower, then I'll come to bed." The black haired man assured his ginger haired partner, looking into his teal eyes behind the reflective glasses.

Worry basically ate at the bottom of his stomach, but he could just be overthinking about his lover. But his gut still said otherwise. "I'll take your word for it." And with that the ginger was off to bed.

He woke back up at 3 in the morning, to silent weeping. Muffled weeping, restrained crying, the type that wants no one to hear it and hopes you can't here it. Worst of all, Wallace thinks he's still asleep. Goddamnit.

"Wallace? Are you really ok? What are you crying about?" Scott asked not expecting anything good, sitting up, turning on his bedside lamp and grabbing his glasses. The dark haired man wiped his tears and looked over at the man right next to him. What exactly can he lie about now? His husband was now awake and staring him directly in the eyes. "It's okay, if you don't want to talk about it now." Tears threatened to fall out the black haired man's eyes.

He sighed and braced himself to talk about something that was eating at him since last night. "It's-it's about my parents, Scott. I was thinking about how they think I'm a failure." Wallace admitted gloomily, as the painful memories came back. And he hated it. "And they're right, I am a failure. A stupid, alcoholic, failure, that's a fag." He snarled, holding his head down in his hands in shame as he wept. Scott couldn't believe Wallace really thought what his homophobic parents said were true. Now this was personal and serious, now his beliefs were not also true, but now he needed to comfort him to the best of his ability.

"Oh Wallace, what they said were not true. You are a great man, and... you're not a failure. You may get drunk and hungry for sex, but you're really smart, you have a collage degree, you're a great cook, but you're also a great father, a great husband, a great uncle, and you're full of love." Scott admitted. Trying to fix his broken husband's mood, as he started kissing and wiping his tears away. "You're just saying that, aren't you." Wallace sniffed with tears continuing to leak down his cheeks. "I'm not, Wallace. I'm saying this cause I love you and I married you, and they cannot hurt you anymore. I'm right here."

"You're loved, Wallace. I love you, Rosie loves you, Nikki loves you, you have a new family that loves you for who you are, not for who you're not." Scott reassured him as he turned off the light, took his glasses off, and cuddled onto the taller man and brushed his hands into the taller ones hair.

"You are loved, Wallace. I love you, Wallace, don't forget it."

He said as the the older man mumbled something under his breath, kissed him on the lips, and they both started to drift off, with the shorter one still holding onto his spouse. Happy knowing his significant other is aware he's love once more.

Started June 27th 2021, at 2:46 A.M.
Ended June 28th 2021, at 2:11 A.M.