Rafe Cameron Imagines

Broken Promises, Silent Hurts🤍

The soft morning light filtered into your shared bedroom, wrapping you in its warmth as you stirred awake. You stretched, turning to find Rafe beside you, his arm lazily draped over your waist, his breathing steady. The sight of him so peaceful brought a smile to your face.

"Morning, baby," you murmured, your fingers brushing against his stubbled cheek.

Rafe stirred, his blue eyes fluttering open. A sleepy grin tugged at his lips as he pulled you closer. "Morning, trouble."

Today was supposed to be special—a day Rafe had promised would be just for the two of you. No interruptions, no distractions. It was something you'd been longing for, especially after weeks of feeling like you were second to everything else in his life.

"No Ward, no Topper, no phone calls," he had said the night before, his lips grazing your forehead. "Just me and you."

The words had made your heart soar, and you'd fallen asleep excited about the day ahead. But as the hours passed that morning, your excitement slowly began to fade.

Rafe had been on the phone for the last fifteen minutes, pacing the kitchen with that familiar furrowed brow. You sat cross-legged on the couch, hugging a pillow as you listened to him argue about something with his dad.

When he finally ended the call, he came back into the living room, running a hand through his hair. The look on his face told you everything before he even opened his mouth.

"Baby, I..." he started, his tone careful.

"You're not staying, are you?" you asked, trying to keep your voice light despite the ache in your chest.

He sighed, sitting on the armrest beside you. "It's my dad. He needs me to handle something. I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'll make it up to you, I swear."

You nodded, forcing a small smile. "It's okay. I get it."

Rafe frowned, his hand reaching for yours. "Don't do that. Don't pretend you're okay when you're not."

"I'm fine," you said quickly, pulling your hand back and tucking it under the pillow. "I understand, Rafe. You've got responsibilities."

Rafe stared at you for a moment, clearly torn. "I called Topper. He's on his way over to hang out with you."

"Topper?" you repeated, your brow furrowing.

"Yeah, just so you're not alone all day. He'll keep you company, take you out, whatever you want to do."

Your stomach twisted at the thought. "I don't need a babysitter, Rafe."

"I know that," he said softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "I just don't want you sitting here alone. I'll be back before you know it."

You nodded again, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Okay."

When Topper arrived, Rafe met him at the door, pulling him aside to speak in hushed tones.

"She's upset," Rafe admitted, glancing over his shoulder to where you sat on the couch. "She won't say it, but I know she's hurt."

Topper smirked. "Yeah, she doesn't hide it as well as she thinks."

"Just... take care of her, okay?" Rafe said, his tone a mix of frustration and guilt. "Make her laugh or something. Don't let her sulk all day."

"Relax, man. I've got this," Topper replied, clapping him on the shoulder. "You just handle your dad, and I'll handle your girl."

Rafe nodded, but the unease in his eyes didn't fade as he walked out the door.