Requested by Aura_Angel_Blaze
"Do you love me?"
"Depends on how much food you brought me,"
[Reader's POV]
Sitting at the kitchen table and sketching a picture, I look out the window and see my boyfriend, John, pulling into the driveway. I grab my crutches and race into my bedroom, trying not to fall on my face. I lay down in the bed and turn on Netflix.
Last week I broke my leg jumping a fence, and now John hasn't let me leave the bad because he doesn't want me to get hurt. And it doesn't help my case that my job is giving me a paid vacation so my leg can get better.
I hear the door open.
"Honey, I'm home!" He chimes as he closes the front door behind him. I hear some paper bags crinkle, and I wonder what he got from the grocery store.
"Hey babe? Whatcha get from the store?" I yell from my room in response.
"Ya know," he laughs, "Food,"
"My favorite!" I joke.
"Hey what's this?" I hear him pick something up.
"What's what?" I get nervous. He peeks his head into my room.
"This," he holds up my sketchbook turned to the picture I was working on. It's us sitting together on a park bench, all cuddled together for warmth, wearing coats and scarves.
"Nothing..." I pull the covers up over myself and hide. I hear his muffled laughter.
"What did I tell you?" He pulls the covers off of my face so he can see me.
"Not to leave this bed or else..." I answer.
"And what did you do?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I left the bed..." I answer again.
"At least you're honest," He mutters and we laugh.
"Hey John?" I ask, looking into his eyes.
"Yea, (Y/n)?" He asks, concerned almost.
"What'd you bring me?" I giggle.
"Wow, no 'I love you, John'?" He pretends to be offended, "No 'You're my hero'?"
"Well I really wanna know what you brought," I defend myself.
"Do you love me?"
"Depends on how much food you brought me,"
He rolls his eyes and picks me up bridal style. He carries me to the kitchen and sits me on the counter next to the grocery bags. I peek inside one of them.
"Hey no peeking!" He laughs and swats my hand away. I draw my hand back.
"Ok, ok!" I giggle, "Whatcha get?"
"Is that all you care about?" He jokes.
"No!" I push him lightly, "I care about you!"
"But do you love me?"
"Maybe,"
He pulls out a pastry box with a huge chocolate cupcake inside.
"Oh... my... god!" I squeal and hop down from the counter, careful to land on my good foot.
"Hey hey he-"
"I love you, John Laurens!" I pull him into a tight hug, and he lifts me off the ground. I wrap my lags around his back, "I love you more than that 100 of those cupcakes!"
"I love you too, babygirl," He says and hugs me tighter.
"More than turtles?" I ask.
"More than 100 turtles," He smiles and I move my legs from his waist to an attempt to touch the floor. He lets me down, keeping his arms around my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down into a kiss.
I really do love this doofus.
