"Well fuck," I mumbled as I got into the door. Out of breath. I just fucking ran away from the cops real fucking quick.
"Mickey?" I herd my boyfriends voice through the house. I looked up to see him. "Fuck, your sister is a fucking maniac."
"What happened?" He asked.
"Cops came, I left. How are you? Are you okay?" I asked, walking closer to him. I moved my hand to the back of his neck, pressing my forward to his.
"Good." He simply replied, looking into my eyes.
"Did you mean it?" He asked.
"Mean what?"
He moved back, "uh- marry me."
I chuckled, "of course. If that shows you how much I love you, then I'll do it. I'll fucking do it. I'll do anything for you. You know that?"
He smiled faintly as I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him tightly. "Do you?" I mumbled into his hair.
"Yea Mick, I know."
...
I woke up the next day sweating my fucking ass off. Ian was on top of me, his arms wrapped around me. If I didn't have to piss so fucking bad I would probably stay here. I would just enjoy these moments with Ian. Because with him not taking his meds, he could just snap any second. He could be unfaithful to me, distant, or think someone is coming after him.
I shifted a little bit, placing Ian off of me and getting up. I looked at him, admiring his face. I love watching him sleep. I know that sounds fucking weird, and I hate even saying it but I do. He's so peaceful, and fuck.
I went downstairs after I pissed to see Fiona pouring herself a cup of coffee. She looked over to me, "hey." I said.
"Hey, how's he doing?"
"Uh- good. He's fine."
"Did he take his meds?" She asked me, I quickly nodded my head.
I then went back upstairs and sat on the edge of the bed. Ian was awake with a big smile on his face, which made me let out a small breath. I was scared he was going to be sad, or mad.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Jesus Mickey, yes I'm okay. I'm completely fine." He said.
I laid back down next to Ian. I moved over to my side to face him.
"Were you- uh, really gonna break up with me?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"You thought I would let that shit happen?"
"I hoped you would. You just never know when I'm gonna have another break down, or think someone is coming after me."
I grabbed his hands. "I'll- I will be here, when you go through all of that shit. Just, don't cheat on me." I said, looking at him.
He smiled and let go too quickly. "Why would you even care?"
"What the fuck do you mean Ian!" I said loudly as I sat up. I tried to not scream at him, because he's not on his meds but him cheating is not what I like to hear.
He looked up to me, no emotion was in his face. "U did this shit to me a while back."
I cocked my eyebrows, "yeah a while back. We're together now, why would you want to go off and fuck random old dudes when you can fuck me?" I asked as I smirk formed on Ian's face. I laughed lightly, fucking horny ass mother fucker.
"Okay, fuck me." He breathed out, he sat up and grabbed my face roughly, just how I fucking like it.
He pressed his lips against mine as he unzipped his pants. I moved my hands to his arms, bringing him closer to me. I fucking ached for this shit ever since he's been gone. I missed this. I missed being so close to him.
