It was a Saturday night, and you were sitting at your desk in the bedroom sorting out hundreds of papers that your boss needed completed by tomorrow morning. You sighed as you looked at the time; 7pm. You hadn't eaten dinner yet, but you weren't very hungry. The worst part about doing this was that you couldn't spend time with your boyfriend, Michael. You hadn't had a chance to see him much lately; with him working all the time and you working all the time, neither of you could really find the time to do something together. However, Michael had tonight off, and as much as you wanted to spend time with him, these papers had to be done or otherwise your boss would fire you.
About half an hour later, Michael walked into the bedroom and came behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and resting his chin on you. "Babe..." he whined. "When will you be done? I want to cuddle with you."
"Honey, you know I wish I could," you began, "but if these papers aren't finished by tonight, ready for submission tomorrow morning, I'll be fired from my job..."
Michael gave you his famous puppy dog face, knowing that you wouldn't be able to resist saying yes to him. You automatically looked away from him, knowing that you would give in to him if you looked. "Pwetty pwease?" he said in a cute voice.
"Michael, stop. Please. You really aren't helping, okay? I have told you over and over again that I have to finish this, and there is nothing I can do about it. I want to spend time and cuddle with you, you know that. But with all this work due tomorrow morning, I have to finish it tonight! What do you not understand?!" you began to scream towards the end; the frustration and stress inside you causing you to explode at him. His face turned to one of regret, then anger, then sadness, as he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. You groaned as you put your head in your hands. You began to feel really guilty about what you said; it wasn't his fault that you had all this work to do. He just wanted to spend time with his girlfriend. Tears formed in your eyes. You quickly went through a couple more papers before putting them away and heading downstairs.
Once you were at the bottom of the stairs, you saw Michael sitting on the couch. He was hugging a pillow, looking blankly at the ads playing on the television. He almost looked like he was shaking slightly. "Well, it is the middle of winter..." you thought to yourself. You crept towards the couch until you were finally in front of it, facing Michael. He slowly looked up at you, with an expressionless look on his face. However, when he saw your red and puffy eyes, his facial expression changed to one of regret and guilt.
"Um, M-Michael... I'm s-s-orry I-I y-yelled at y-you before.... I was-s just s-stressed from w-work ..... I d-didn't mean a-anything I said..." you said while stuttering; you were still shaken up from crying and you were nervous as to how he was going to react to what happened. He put his arms out, wanting you to sit with him on the couch. You slowly set yourself down in his arms.
"Y/N, I'm sorry about everything I said. This is not your fault. I knew that you had all that work to do, yet I continued to nag you about blowing it off to spend time with me. I hope you can forgive me..." he said, giving you a kiss on the cheek.
"Oh, Michael. This isn't your fault either. This is my stupid boss's fault" you giggled. "You know what? I have done most of the papers. I want to spend the rest of the night with my amazing boyfriend. I can deal with my boss tomorrow" you wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around your back.
"So we can cuddle now?" he asked. His eyes had a glint of happiness in them.
"Yes we can!" you beamed, jumping into his arms. You were so lucky to have him.
