NatePat One-Shots

Baby Blanket

first person woe bro
i was in a weird mood today
idk

Nathan didn't like to share his past with me, that much I could gather. His parents were fine, his childhood had been average, and it hasn't affected him in any negative way.

"I was like any other kid, what's so interesting about it?" Nate gave me a look.

He told me there was nothing that special about his childhood, he was into music, drawing, anime, the basic hobbies of a young teenage boy. If it was so basic, then why couldn't he share him memories with me? I'd though for sure that it was a sign of breaking up at the time.

"Why so interested?" Nate asked.

"No reason, really." I lied, feeling my heart ache a bit.

Obviously, I was overreacting and I decided that it was best to respect his privacy. It's the least I can do. Plus I wasn't completely honest about my childhood either, I was bullied a lot and berated for being who I was. But I'd never admit that to Nate, I lied and told him that I had many friends.

Nate sat on the couch in mild shock and annoyance, my confession sitting in the room for awhile until he grasped my shoulders. Intensity shone deep in his eyes and I thought he was angry with me, but it was the kind of angry that comes with a motherly worry.

"I love you so much." He admitted, face pink.

I couldn't respond, my chest had exploded and I was just hugging him tightly.

The day he said he loved me was enough to forget about his childhood, for about 6 months I didn't ask him about his past. We started dating. He would always remind me how important I was, how much he loved me, and how much he cared about me. After nearly every date I would be in tears because he made me feel so loved, needed, wanted, and I could finally see Nate for who he truly was at that moment.

"Nate, I'm home!" I called, expecting a response.

There was silence, which was confusing. Nate said he'd be recording all day. Maybe he took a break? I shrugged and headed into the kitchen to grab something to eat, sighing when the lack of noise created a sense of brief panic.

Anxiety.

Yes, I had anxiety, and I still do. Nate knew and would always comfort me if I had an episode, but sometimes he wanted to be alone and that scared me. What if he was cheating? What if he didn't love me? What if I'm not good enough? These questions didn't have to be answered because I never had to confront him, he'd explain himself each time. No excuses, he'd say he was working on something before jumping into a cheery conversation with me. Sometimes I wondered what went on in that head of his.

"Nate, I'm ho—" I stopped short and bit my lip.

I opened the door to our bedroom, tired of the silence and the waiting. What I saw next was confusing and shocking. Nathan Smith, the love of my life who refused to speak of his past, the musician known for creating somewhat dark songs, was laying in bed with an old baby blanket.

It was blue and purple, with pictures of little bears and pink hearts on it.

I didn't mention it at all, I knew he'd be embarrassed and annoyed if I did. Maybe that's why he didn't like to talk about it. But it was so cute! He looked like a little kid! This man, my love, was laying in bed with his old baby blanket and sleeping so peacefully that I had to leave the room, just to keep myself from squealing and waking him up! God, I love him.

"Matt, why are you smiling like that?" Nate asked as I blinked at him.

"What do you mean?" I sputtered. Shit.

Nate narrowed his eyes before realization dawned on him, his cheeks turning red and his shoulders tensing like an angry cat. But he looked scared. Fearful, ashamed, embarrassed.

"You... you saw it?" His voice was soft and small.

"I..." I closed my mouth.

In the end, I explained the situation and how cute he was and he didn't take it too well. He received a lot of kisses and cuddles from me as an apology, from which he promptly returned to the bubbling ebony that he was. He wasn't afraid of telling me anymore, plus he let me cuddle with him! He really is a child.

"I love you, Matty." He cooed, nuzzling my nose with his.

"I love you too, Nate." I giggled, tangling our legs together.

Matt has obviously left some important information! I am not a child! Plus, I am not cute I'm deadly and I cannot confirm nor deny that that blanket belongs to me. Shush, Matt, you know it's true! Whatever! Yes, I know I love you!

"Matt, never leave me. Okay?" Nate mumbled, half asleep.

"I promise." I whispered, gently kissing his forehead.

The baby blanket was in the middle of us both, surprisingly generating some heat. I smiled and I nuzzled into Nate's chest, listening to his soft heartbeat.

Surprisingly, Matt was still with me when I woke up. I know he said he'd never leave me but I was still shocked. I love him so much and I just want to run up and kiss him, long and hard, buuuuut I'll save that for—mmph!

Moral of the story, kiddies, just take a moment to think of just flexibility, love, and trust! Now, I'm gonna take care of Nate here...