RDJ imagines

I love you (Robert ✨)

Rdj imagine 
"I love you."
Warning: none. Short imagine.

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"ROBERT!" You yelled. 

"Hm?" He peeked his head through the door, "you okay, honey?" 

"Yeah," you tried not tearing up and letting your voice break. 

"What's wrong?" He walked over to you, "you don't seem okay," he knelled down to your level. 

You were sitting in your chair with your work right in front of you on the computer screen. You let your forehead rest on the table. Feeling yourself getting tired from doing a lot of work and decided to call Robert to get you some food. 

"Baby?" He caressed your thigh. 

"I'm tired," you raised your head off the table and gave him a tired look. 

"Come here, you're done for the day," he grabs your hand, making you stand up, and carries you bridal style. 

"I just wanted you to get me some food." 

"I'll get you some food, but you need to relax for a bit, you've been working too much," he proceeds to walk to the living room. He puts you down on the couch, and kisses your forehead. 

"You do too much." 

"Hey!" 

"What? It's true." 

"Nothing," he giggles, and bites his bottom lip. 

"I love you." 

"I love you more. Now stay," he points at you. 

"I'm not a dog," you cross your arms.

"Yes but if you were, you'd be a good girl," he winks at you and walks to the kitchen. 

You scoff, and try not to smile. You turn on the tv, and switch channels trying to find something entertaining while Robert makes you some food. You stand up, putting the remote down and decide to go see what he was making. You hug him from behind, and he looks back at you and smiles and goes back to making the food. 

"What are you cooking?" You ask, sneaking a peak at the food.

"Your favorite meal." 

"Robert, you know last time you cooked was like, I don't know, 3 weeks ago and you were cooking for more than 3 hours to make an egg."

"Yeah but I've gotten better." 

"3 weeks you haven't cooked and you're saying that you've gotten better?" 

"I'm learning along the way," he turns around to face you, placing his hands on your hips. 

"I don't want the house to burn down," you smile, caressing his chest. 

"Psh please, I'm not going to burn the house down."

"You can never be too careful nowadays." 

"You don't believe in me?" He puts a hand on his chest. 

"You're so dramatic," you laugh. 

"You are too, you know. You got it from me missy."

"That's not a good thing." 

"Whatever you say," he turns back around, continuing where he left off. 

"I'm going to go back to work now," you turn around, walking towards your office. 

"What?! No!" He grabs your hand, turning you around to face him, "fine, we'll order take out if that makes you feel any better." 

"I was kidding, don't worry. But yes, take out does sound better." 

"Alright. Take out it is," he puts all the food away, making sure to clean up after himself. 

"What we having?" 

"What do you feel like having?" 

"Pizza sounds good." 

"Sure," he grabs your hand and leads you to the couch once again. 

He sits down and you sit down right next to him. He gets on his phone and starts ordering the pizza. You rest your head on his shoulder and watch whatever was on the tv. He ends the phone call when the order was placed, putting his phone down, and kisses the top of your head. He silently watches you watching the show on the television, and can't help but admire how you look. 

He doesn't deserve you, at least that's what he thinks. He loves you so much, and it sort of scares him. Your intelligent, beautiful, adorable, all the good things he can possibly think of, it all describes you. He's fallen so hard, and he's so glad to call you his. Even if you didn't love him back, he'd always love you. No matter what happens, he'll always be there, caring for you and loving you. 

"What?" You look at him, wondering how long he's been looking at you. 

"Nothing," he shakes his head, and smiles. 

You smile back, peck his cheek and go back to watching the show. 

He'll love you in every universe. 

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