You and Jon have been together for over 3 years. It's become easy for him to help you when you're clearly upset. He noticed the small things, and this time was no different.
You've been feeling sad ever since you got off the phone with her. You layer in your side staring at nothing with small tears sliding down your face. She told you about everything that wasn't right about you. She pointed out your biggest flaws and insecurities. You looked at the time '4:30'. "Jon should be home soon." You thought aloud.
You hopped into the shower with your liked playlist playing in the back. You sat down on the shower floor with water pouring over you. You were staring straight with a stone cold face, trying your best to hold in your tears. Your mom has always said you were a crybaby, too fragile. Your eyebrows started knitting, lips quivering, eyes watering. The front that you were putting up is falling. "No, no. Please no." You put your head in your hands "Jesus fucking Christ. Just this once, please no" You started slamming your hands down on the shower floor sobbing loudly. "I hate myself! I hate this! I fucking hate it!"
You suppose that you hadn't heard Jon coming through the door. You heard the shower door slam open. "Ay, mamas what you doing. You gotta stop baby." He grabbed your hands and held them tightly to his chest. "I hate it, baby. I hate myself. I hate that I nothing I do will ever be enough." You leaned against the side of the bathtub, whispering in despair. You heard Jon turning the water off, "I know, mama." He whispered sadly. He grabbed a large towel and picked you up off the shower floor.
"Jonny, I'm so sad." You said as he carried you into the bedroom. You leaned your head into his chest. "You always take of me Jonathan. I love you so much, and you're so sweet. I'm sorry" You stated leaning down to lay your head on his lap.
"Look at me, Y/N" he said grabbing your face in his hands. "You're my lady. You're my woman. I love you, I love all of you. I'm going to always take care of you, no matter what. I understand that sometimes it's hard, baby. Trust me. But I love you, so, so, so much. Now come here. Stop trying to hold your tears in, you look constipated." You laugh, while hugging him. Burying your face into his neck, you let out your tears. You cried freely, not feeling judged.
You pulled back and looked Jon in the eyes. He reached his hands up, wiping your tears away. "Do you want to talk about it?" You smiled. "No thank you, honey. Not today." He smiled then got up.
You see him coming back into the room holding a bottle of red wine, hot chips, and candy. "Alright, mama. Hold this, let me go get the hair stuff." You smiled. Jon always pampered you when you were sad, and you loved it. "Alright, I'm back."
Jon held the remote up to the TV and started playing Euphoria for you. "Alright let's fix your hair, girl. You over here looking crazy, and you still naked, girl. You must be trynna give me some" You gave him a kiss "Boy, bye" You laugh. "Thank you, Jon" "You're welcome, mama"
