Baby, do you need anything?" David /dd osama asked his girlfriend, who was currently in pain from period cramps.
"No," Y/n grumpily replied. "Are you sure, baby? I can go get
"I said I don't need anything," Y/n snapped, turning over and groaning loudly into her pillow.
"Oh, okay. Sorry," Dd answered, tears pricking his eyes as he rushed out of the bedroom and into the spare room. He felt vulnerable after she raised her voice, perhaps because she rarely did so. Sitting on the floor, his eyes welled with tears. He struggled to hold back his emotions, haunted by memories of verbal abuse throughout his life.
This was why he found it easy to cry – a habit formed from childhood, given the only term of "endearment" his father ever used was "pussy boy." In the other room, Y/n heard him crying, and the more she lay there, the more remorseful she felt for her outburst. Despite her pain, she stood up and walked to the spare room.
She opened the door quietly to find her boyfriend on the floor, his head in his hands, crying uncontrollably. He whispered the words "pussy boy" under his breath. "Dd , baby, I am so sorry," Y/n said, sitting in front of him.
"G-Go away for a minute. Give me a minute," he stuttered through his tears.
"I'm not leaving you by yourself," Y/n said, attempting to pull his hands down. He only gripped his head harder.
"C-Can't see m-me crying," Dd sniffled, burying his face between his knees.
"Sweetheart, don't hide from me. Please forgive me. I know you hate being yelled at, and I did it anyway. You're not weak for crying and being upset. Please let me see you, sugar," Y/n pleaded, smiling at him when he uncovered his red, teary face.
"There he is," Y/n said, cupping his face and kissing the tip of his nose.
"Here I am," Dd repeated, leaning into her hands.
"Don't feel like you have to hide your emotions from me, okay? I love you so much," Y/n said softly, kissing his nose again and wiping away his tears.
"I love you," Dd smiled softly as Y/n comforted him.
"Wanna come cuddle and take a nap?" Y/n asked, rubbing his face softly.
"Mhm," Dd answered.
"Let's go!" Y/n said, helping her red-faced boyfriend off the floor, and they walked back to their room. Both of them crawled into bed, getting comfortable under the blankets and finding a cozy position to cuddle in.
"I love you, Dd . Sleep well," Y/n said once he fell asleep, kissing his head softly and rubbing his back.
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This is not normally what I write but i hope you guys like this❤️👍
