Hard Worker - YB x fem reader

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•Y/N's POV:•
I laid across the sofa watching S/N stare intensely at the screen of postman pat. I had 19 minutes left till I have to pick up D/N.
I sat up and looked out the window, spotting a familiar turquoise eye, my eyes widened and once I had blinked, the eye was gone.
Is he stalking me again? Does he not know what 'leave' means. I opened the front door and looked to my side, seeing YB there crouching down, I snarled at him, "what do you think your doing?" I asked. He stood up with a sigh and held my hand so gently it was as if it was fragile- so fragile it would break by a single rain drop. "Darling I'm sorry. I've thought about my actions and I'd do anything to make it up to you." He held my warm hands in his cold ones.
I couldn't forgive him, not after what he said. "You can go home and stay away from me for a few days. I can't forgive you for calling our kids brats. Please just go.." I looked away. "But I can explain-"
"There is no excuse for what you have done and said. No matter what would've happened, getting a ticket, someone punched you, you had a small argument! It's no excuse to be so naive and abusive towards your own blood." I huffed. "How's that abus- right.. mental abuse." He mumbled off as I nodded.
"Yes, now. Good day YB please just, let's have a few days break." I said and finally disappeared through the door.

-•YB's POV:•-
Fuck I messed up big time. Why must Karma be such a biiitttccchhhh!
I walked away with a long sigh, dragging my hands across my face tiredly. I guess I should have her at least have a day without me seeing her beautiful face.
I began to walk across the streets, I don't exactly have anywhere to go at the minute so I guess I'm just mindlessly walking.
Well, not mindlessly. So much things swirled in my head, from the fight to the words I said about our kids to my wife's broken hearted face. Really just about the fight if I'm going to be honest.
I went into a shop and began to brows around the clothes and food trying to take my mind off of her.
The flowers smelled fresh- like her.
The art section was reminded me of her creativity.
The colours reminded me of her smile and warm aura that she carried around with her.
The kids clothes reminded me of the moments with our kids just messing around.
This is just messed up. I'm so in love with her...
I can't believe I'm questioning this because HEY it's me YB- but, how hard did I fall for that woman...
Maybe higher than Mount Everest, hitting every hard pointy rock on the way down.
There's only one thing that could get my mind of her for at least 10 minutes..

A little blood shed

Sorry this is short! And again 6 days late, just been sick (again) and school!
Hope you enjoyed baaaiii!

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