robbers// joshler

pretty kind of dirty face [twelve]

word count: 262

"good morning tyler, what are you doing?"

"trying and failing to make breakfast."

"do you want me to take over?"

"no," i assure myself, "i can do this."

i try to flip a pancake and it falls onto the front of the stove.

"goddamn it."

"hey," he places his hands on my shoulders, "i can take over."

i step back a few inches, grabbing a paper towel and try to clean the pancake batter.

"i really tried."

"i know, it's okay, you can't cook. i know that."

"you do so much for me," i say as he flips a new cake with ease.

"you do so much for me by just living and staying alive, t."

"do i?"

"of course honey."

"i tried to surprise you, since you made dinner the other day."

"mmm. the thought is enough for me."

"really?"

"really!"

"i'll set the table together then."

"okay."

-

"here's your plate."

"thank you."

we eat together and i stare at him. the urge to marry him. it sits in my heart and it screams to come out.

but not yet.

not yet.

i love him. so much. i am living for him. i would die for him

i'd do anything for him.

-

i clean up after breakfast. 

"i'm heading off, honey."

"okay."

"can i get a kiss from your pretty kind of dirty face."

"what?"

"you have a little bit of milk on your face. and it's dirty, but you're still pretty."

i wipe the milk off my face with my hand.

"very funny, j."

"thank you, i try."

"mmm."

"now can i get a kiss?"

i kiss his lips, never wanting to let go.

he pulls away, grabs his keys and opens the front door.

"i'll see you after work, yeah?"

"yeah."

he closes the door. 

god, i feel so lonely.

a/n: everybodys favorite lovey dovey couple 

even if you're single 

even if you're taken

you were all my valentines 

you were never truly alone

i love you all !

see you tomorrow <3