Patty Bates Collection

bad days

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 It was 5:30 in the afternoon. You had just got off work, and to say it was a bad day was an understatement. It was truly one of the worst days you've had in a while. You were getting in your car to drive home, and as you shut the door, your phone began to ring. You couldn't figure out which pocket it was in, so you just pulled everything out of all your pockets and laid it out on your lap. Pack of cigarettes, lighter, blue ink pen, and finally your phone. You opened it and hit answer without skipping a beat, not noticing the contact "Patty <3". The sleek flip phone was cold in your hand. With a sigh, you let out a tired "Hello."

"Hello there handsome" the man on the line responded, "why aren't you home yet?" Your heart skipped a beat when you recognized your boyfriend's voice coming from the phone.

"I had to work overtime today, I'm sorry I didn't call and tell you earlier. We were very busy." you replied.

"Well don't worry about it, just get home safe for me alright?" You could practically hear him smiling. You could tell something was up, but you were too exhausted from your 12-hour shift that you just wanted to get home and curl up in bed.

Starting the car, you glanced at the radio. You switched it on and turned it to FM. You tuned the radio to your favorite station, 92.9 New Hits. An easily mistaken name, you admitted, as it never played anything current, but it played your favorite New Wave tunes from the late 80's. Patrick didn't like New Wave that much when you first met him, but he slowly grew a liking for it. Thinking about this made you smile and flush a bit. You couldn't wait to get home to him, you knew he'd make you feel better after such a shit day.

Before putting the car in gear, you lit a cigarette and put everything in your lap in the passenger seat. You shifted the gearshift into reverse and backed out of your parking spot. Turning the wheel left and putting the car into drive, you began your journey home. All you could think about was laying in bed with your boyfriend and sleeping the day off.

You pulled into the driveway and parked next to Patrick's white Rolls Royce, a forever reminder of your first date. You flushed, remembering how nervous you were. You rolled your eyes at yourself and got out of your car after grabbing your things off the passenger seat. Walking to the front door, you took your shoes off before going inside. You and Patrick adored having a clean house, and you planned on hopping in bed soon anyway. Before you could even grasp the door handle, Patrick greeted you with a big smile plastered across his face.

"Come here handsome, I've got a surprise for you." He chimed. He then bent down and scooped you right up, making you giggle as he locked the door behind him. He carried you bridal-style to the kitchen and sat you down in your chair at the dinner table, pushing you in. He put on a white apron and some oven mitts and walked towards the oven. As he pulled the handle to open it, you were hit with a mouth-watering smell. He had made you dinner, and it was ready, right when you got home? You were seriously considering marrying this man.

"What'd you make love? It smells fantastic" you said, trying not to drool all over yourself and the table"

"I tried making your favorite, honey-garlic salmon. With the lemon garnish, like you told me about when we went out to dinner with your parents."

You grinned at him, throwing your arms out for a hug. He set the hot pan down on top of the stove, took his mitts off, and gave you a tight squeeze and a kiss on your forehead.

The two of you chatted about how both of your days went, cracking jokes about your respective coworkers. The time was about 7 pm. You finished up your plate and stacked it on top of Patrick's. He stood up and brought them to the sink, then turned around to scoop you up again. He bridal carried you to your shared room and sat you down on the bed. He picked out some comfortable pajamas for you to wear, and began to gently undress you. He didn't want you doing any of it yourself, as he knew how much you wanted to rest after having a hard day. He made sure you were comfortable with what he had picked for you, one of his t-shirts. It was a bit big on you, but you liked it. He picked you out some plaid pj pants, but you were too warm to sleep in them, so you stayed in your boxers. Despite it being much earlier than he usually went to bed, Patrick picked out some pajamas for himself and crawled into bed right next to you. He flicked the light switch off and made sure the two of you were covered with all the blankets on the bed. He wrapped his arms around you, and you laid your head on his chest. He gently rubbed your arm with his thumb as you started to drift off to sleep. He kissed your forehead once more before he fell asleep, resting his head on yours.

He was so in love with you.