Why Don't We Imagines

Daniel Seavey - Relax

Broken down car, spilled coffee, late to the PTA meeting and now a broken heel walking home from work. Daniel had picked up your son from school, not knowing you had been through such a terrible day. Too top it all off, it began raining.

"Fucking great." You muttered, knowing your hair and makeup was now going to be ruined. Today was definitely not your day. You worked as a Journalist for vogue magazine and too say it was a stress was the least. When you had finally made it home, you walked straight to the kitchen and threw your heels in the bin.

"Babe?" Daniel asked, appearing at the door and all you did was break down in tears. He wrapped his arms around you, despite your wet clothes and you swayed back and forth.

"Hey you're okay, don't cry." He whispered, rubbing your back. Eventually you pulled back, Daniel wiped the mascara that had been smeared underneath your eyes.

"What's going on Y/N?" He took your hands in his as you began venting.

"The car broke down. I spilled coffee down my managers white jeans, I had to run to the PTA meeting and clearly if that wasn't stressful enough, my heel broke, so I walked home oh and then it rained so I got drenched." You cried.

"You should've called, Watson and I could've come to get you." Daniel felt incredibly guilty, even-though it wasn't his fault. You placed your house-keys on to the kitchen counter.

"I really don't think our son would appreciate his mom in this state." You mumbled.

"Don't ever say that again, he appreciates the ground you walk on, even if he only four. Now, come on." He grabbed your hand and took you upstairs. You peeped into Watson's room, and he was fast asleep. Daniel went off and started running you a hot bubble-bath.

"I want you to relax in this bath for as long as you want, if Watson wakes up, I'll get him and we can order a pizza and watch Netflix okay?" Daniel told you and you nodded.

"Everyone has bad days sweet-heart, not everyday is perfect, not everyone is perfect. We'll call you in sick tomorrow so you can chill." He smiled, lighting the cookie scented candle and putting it on the bathroom counter.

"Now, stop feeling sorry for yourself Y/N, and give me a smile." He jokingly pinched your cheeks making you giggle.

"That's what I like to hear, get in your bath and just relax." He stood by the door and just as you began taking your soaking jeans off you told him.

"I love you Daniel." 

"I love you more Y/N."