Forced Love

Eleven

Two weeks later

Shawn~
I've got this whole job thing situated now. Got a real nice job cleaning tables and the local diner. Yes, there are actually diners in LA. Crazy, I know, but not everything here is of skyscraper value. I feel terrible for spending all of our money. We can barely get enough money for food. The once beautiful Alyssa is now very stressed out with her job. Not saying she isn't beautiful now, though. Her beauty is truly eternal. Ugh. I've just made everything worse.
I've apologized a million times, but I don't think she has fully forgiven me yet.
As I was sitting on the couch, just trying to relax from a ten hour shift, Alyssa walks in the door and sets her purse down on the counter. She walks over to me and kisses my cheek.
"Hey babe." She adds as she sits along side next to me and wraps her arms around me.
"Hey. How's work?" I asked as I played with her long, frizzy hair. "Same thing as usual. Work, stress, dumb coworkers. Ugh." She exhaled and rested her head on my shoulder. "I'm just glad I'm back home to be with you." I could feel her smile on my shoulder. I just wish I could give her everything she deserves. I sighed at that.
"What's wrong?" Alyssa asked me with sincerity in her eyes. "It's just that," I started hesitantly," I feel like I just messed everything up for you." I leaned back on the couch and bit my lower lip. "What do you mean?" She asked another question.
"I totally messed everything up for you and us. I'm sorry. You're really stressed out and o never meant to put you in this stupid situation."
"Babe, no! You made a mistake and it's not your fault! Don't say thing like that! Come on, let's head to bed." She kissed my cheek and walked off into the bedroom.
Man, her opinion on me messing really changed since the first time. I love how she is so forgiving of me. I think I love her.