aeipathy | one shot collection

it'll be okay.

*Aubree's POV*

I'm sitting on the couch, curled up with our puppy named Duck and a fleece blanket, binge watching Friends on Netflix when I hear the front door of our apartment slam shut.

I jump, sitting up on the couch. "Babe?"

I hear a heavy sigh, and I get up from the couch, heading into the kitchen. Willow is standing there bent over the counter with her head in her hands, shaking slightly.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I ask quietly, walking up behind her and wrapping my arms around her shaking frame. She doesn't say anything, so I gently rub my hands up and down her arms, trying to turn her around to face me.

She looks up at me and tears are running down her face, smearing her eyeliner down her cheeks. I wipe it off with my thumbs, looking her in the eye.

"Hey, it's okay. It'll be okay. What happened?"

"I got fired from my job, Aubree. From when I stayed home because I was sick. They're inconsiderate assholes, Bree, I've been there for three years and they fire me because I stayed home for a couple days because I was sick! Aubree, what am I going to do?"

I pull Willow towards me and I hug her, letting her quietly cry on my shoulder. After a couple minutes I pull away and look at her, smiling encouragingly.

"Hey, Willow, I know you loved that job, but you can find an even better one, I know you can. I'll be right here to help you through it. But right now, I want you to relax and rest. I'll take care of the rest. Okay?"

Stroking her cheek with my thumb, she sniffles and hesitantly nods. I kiss her forehead, taking her hand and leading her to the couch.

She sits on the couch, looking very tense. I sit next to her, tugging on her shoulders a little bit so she turns her back towards me.

"Your muscles are very tight, babe," I murmur, starting to knead into her shoulders with my fingertips. It takes a minute, but after a while she sighs in surrender and leans against my touch.

I kiss her cheek, trailing down to her jaw, down to her neck. She makes a noise of contentment as I rub harder into her back.

"I want to make you feel good," I whisper, my breath on her neck making her shiver.

"You are," she mutters, leaning her head back onto my shoulder. I move my arms around her waist, squeezing her gently.

"Are you hungry, love?" She nods, and I kiss her temple, getting up from the couch and letting her lean back into the cushions. "Do you want to finish the pizza we ordered yesterday?"

She nods again, and I grin to myself, getting it out of the fridge. I unwrap the plate and put it in the microwave. When it beeps I get it out, pouring Willow a cup of tea and bringing both of them over to the coffee table, flopping on the couch next to her and propping her feet on my lap.

I turn on a cheesy movie that I know she loves, and while she eats I rub her feet. She turns to look at me, looking kind of glum.

"What's-"

"You're too good to me," she interrupts, sighing.

"No. I'm not, just eat and relax, okay? Try not to worry about anything right now."

She turns toward me, putting her pizza back on the table. "No, Aubree-"

"Eat." I pick up her pizza and feed it to her and she sighs, later giggling when I tickle her.

When she finishes it she lays on my chest. I thread my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp gently. She shivers, and I lean forward, pulling the blanket over both of us.

"It's okay if you fall asleep, baby," I whisper as she yawns. She smiles slightly as she twists to face me, puckering her lips a little. I lean down and kiss her lips softly.

"Thank you," she whispers, closing her eyes and putting her head back on my chest.

I rub her back lightly until I see her breathing even out, indicating she fell asleep. I kiss her forehead lightly, and close my eyes, falling asleep shortly after.