finding me while loving you

part 23

Demi's POV

Grace had to work 8:30am-8:30pm today. I awoke around 6am, unable to fall back asleep. My mind was racing a million thoughts per minute, and I was still trying to process everything from last night. Grace was clung onto me, and despite everything, it felt good to feel her body pressed against mine. I slowly and quietly detached myself from her, making sure not to wake her.

I made my way downstairs, noticing no one else has come home yet. I decided to make Grace breakfast before she left for work, not wanting her to leave feeling like we are on terrible terms still. Last night really was awful, but I have no plans of leaving her or breaking up with her. Unfortunately I know there's going to be lots of nights like that, especially if we stay together forever. I look in the fridge seeing what I was working with. I decided to make her a breakfast sandwich on a bagel, cut up some fruit, and made her a yogurt bowl. I also started brewing coffee, knowing she would have to get up soon.

I was leaning over the counter, scrolling through my phone waiting for the coffee to get done. I felt warm hands slide around my waist, and my favorite body pressed against my back. Grace squeezed me tight, hugging me from the back. I sighed in contentment, setting my phone down and turning around. Grace melted into me, putting her face in my neck, sliding her hands under my shirt and caressing my skin.

"I'm so so fucking sorry, baby." She whispered, her voice still cracking.

"Please don't cry anymore, Gracie. Please." I begged her, feeling upset that she was still so upset. It's clear to me she regrets it terribly, and I don't think dwelling in this anymore will be beneficial for either of us.

"I hate myself so much for the way I made you cry last night. I keep replaying all of the events and it makes me want to die thinking of how quick I was to treat you bad."

"Don't say that." I said to her, frustrated by her comment.

"I'm so quick to play the victim because I used to be treated so badly but I guess I failed to realize I have my own toxic traits too."

I didn't say anything, just hugged her close to me. I started to sway us again, holding her.

"I'm not going to walk away from you the first time you fuck up, baby. You're worth forgiveness, patience, and love." I spoke to her. She buried her face deeper into my neck. "Look at me."

She lifted her head, making eye contact with me. Her sweet green eyes were so puffy, and it made my heart melt.

"You know that, right? You're worth fighting for, Gracie girl." I whispered.

I could see tears fill to the back of her eyes, and I brought my hands to her cheeks.

"I love you, Gracie. In every sense of the word love, I love you. I'm not going anywhere, I promise you."

She leaned up and connected our lips, giving me the longest, softest, sweetest kiss.

"I love you so much, Dems, and I promise I'll do better and I will make it up to you. You deserve for me to recognize and reflect and do better, for you, and for me too."

I smiled at her, pushing her hair behind her ears.

"We're okay, I promise. Now, go get ready, and I'll finish up with your breakfast."

She made her way upstairs and I put her coffee over ice, adding cream and sugar in it. I put her eggs on the bagel adding a slice of cheese and hot sauce, and got her yogurt bowl ready. I set it at the table, and sat down waiting for her.

Grace came downstairs and to the kitchen table, wearing these hunter green scrubs, her hair put into two low space buns, and my fuck, did she look so good in scrubs.