_Carter's POV_
Today had been an awful fucking day. I just want to go home and eat soup. Work has been kicking my ass today. I got yelled at in a meeting already and lost a client. One of my good lenses broke. I spilled my coffee right when I got to my office. If anything else goes wrong today, I will be throwing hands with miss Mother Nature. Everything was running smoothly until Charlie. He walked into my office, not knocking per usual, and said, "So how's your little NFL husband? Can I get in on some of that bank you're getting?" I didn't even look at him when I said in a deaf tone, "Get out." "Jeez, someone is hateful today. Don't you enjoy my company?" I sighed and finally looked at him, "Dude, do not mess with me today." He rolled his eyes, "Fine, be like that." That was it. I'm done. When I get home, I will be breaking down.
I texted Joe ranting about everything happening today. He was very patient with me. 'I know it seems bad right now, but I promise, I will make it better.' He did make it better. Just him being there and keeping conversation was enough.
I got home and the day still got worse. I had just gotten a call from my landlord saying that my check bounced for rent when I literally have plenty of money in my account. One of my plants died and I was ready to cry. I was gonna try to keep it in though. I continued texting Joe about everything that happened and he kept telling me everything would be alright. He was being so great right now.
An hour passed and I kept dropping things and hurting myself on stuff. My door rang suddenly. I wasn't expecting anyone. I opened the door to see and angel face with soup and a bottle of wine. I stared at him for a few seconds before letting my guard down. The tears just kept on coming. Joe wrapped his big arms around me and squeezed me like it was the end of the world. In that moment, I thought 'I wish I could use this man as a blanket.' "You okay?" He asked. "No, but better now that my knight in shining armor is here." "Me?" "No, fool. The soup." I earned a chuckle from him saying this. It wasn't just any soup. It was egg drop soup with those things you dip in the soup.
"Well, don't just stand there, come in." He walked in and sat the stuff down on my kitchen table. "Did you get any food for yourself," I asked him. "Oh yeah, I got rice and sweet and sour." "Well I'm gonna go get some blankets and we can watch some movies." "I'll be here"
I walked back into my living area to see him eating. "Without me?" I fake gasped. "I'm sorry, m'lady." We got our food together and sat on the couch. Without telling him what we were watching, I got on HBO max and started the next episode of gossip girl. "Really? Manhattan's elite?" "Yes? Are you doubting the power of Blair Waldorf?" He threw his hands up in defense. In comfortable silence, we tore into the wine bottle.
Three episodes later, we were both on the verge of passing out. I carefully got up and put the rest of the wine in my fridge. When I laid back on the couch, Joe cuddled up to me, his head laying in my stomach, almost to my chest. I pulled the blanket up more and almost immediately drifted off. Guess i did get to use him as a blanket.
