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"𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑖 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟?"
"𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑢𝑝𝑠𝑒𝑡."
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I sat at the kitchen table with Corbyn and I's five year old daughter, watching her fit pieces of Legos together.
Corbyn and I bought her a whole bunch of Legos sets for Christmas. She has always loved building things since she was a baby and her love for building grew even more as she got older.
As much as she liked hanging around me and teaching me about her structures, she loved building things with Corbyn even more. He would show her new ways to do things and they always ended up building something crazy. She has always spent way more time with Corbyn than me, but I know she still loves me, so it doesn't bother me.
"Mommy, when's daddy coming home?" she asked, keeping her eyes focused on the blocks she was fitting together.
"He should be home shortly. Actually, any minute now."
She nodded and continued building. She stood up on the chair, trying to place a piece on the very top. She almost had it, but the front door slamming startled both of us, causing her whole tower to fall over.
I turned around to see Corbyn.
Angry Corbyn.
Corbyn usually isn't angry. It usually takes a lot to upset him, but recently everything has been making him mad.
Of course our daughter knew that he was angry. She knows him as well as I do.
"Daddy, what's wrong?" she asked, climbing down from the chair.
Corbyn opened his mouth to respond, but he tripped over a Lego that had fallen on the floor, causing his phone and keys to go flying across the room.
Luckily, he didn't fall, catching himself on the wall.
He sighed and went over to his phone, picking it up to reveal a shattered screen.
"Fuck," he said, rubbing his hand over his face.
"Hey, language," I warned, not wanting our daughter to be exposed to that kind of language at only five.
"Oh, shut up," he grumbled without a second thought.
My mouth dropped open and our daughter even looked taken aback by what he said.
"I'm sorry, what?" I asked.
"Did I stutter?" his cold eyes locked with mine.
"Daddy, that was mean," our daughter quietly said.
"The world is mean, sweetheart, get used to it," he snapped.
"Woah, no. Don't talk to her like that! She didn't do anything to deserve that."
"God, don't start! Don't start yelling and screaming and lecturing me like you're my mom!"
"Then don't scream at her and tell me to shut up and we won't have a problem!"
"Why the fuck shouldn't I? That's all you ever do, that's all my dumbass of a boss does, that's all anyone does!"
"I'm sorry your boss is an asshole, but you can't just lose your temper like this every time you get a little bit mad!"
"Maybe you should take your own advice!" he shot back.
"I don't need to take my own advice!"
"Well I don't need you to be on my fucking case constantly!"
I opened my mouth to fight back, but I was cut off by our daughter's cries.
My head instantly snapped in her direction, my face softening once I saw tears rolling down her cheeks.
I rushed to her and picked her up, her arms wrapping tightly around my neck.
"Come talk to me when you decide not to be an asshole anymore," I growled, carrying our daughter to her room.
I sat down on her bed and she looked up at me, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand.
"I'm sorry you had to see that, honey," I whispered, kissing her forehead.
"Are you and Daddy breaking up?" she asked, looking scared of the answer.
"Oh, god no. You don't ever need to worry about that."
"But Daddy's always mad and he acts mean to you."
"I know, sweetheart, I know. Listen, I know that sometimes Daddy says mean things, but I also know that he loves you and I very much."
"If he loves you so much, then why did he tell you to shut up?"
"I don't know." I whispered, truthfully.
She leaned into me again, a few more tears escaping her eyes.
"Daddy's not gonna leave us, right?"
That one sentence made tears well up in my eyes.
"No baby, he won't. He would never leave you alone, he loves you so much."
"But what about you? You matter too, mommy."
"I don't know. But we'll try to work this out."
After a few minutes, she fell asleep in my arms. I gently placed her down on the bed and covered her up, setting the stuffed penguin that her Uncle Daniel won at a carnival for her, next to her.
I left her room, quietly shutting the door behind me.
I looked up to see Corbyn standing there.
Judging by the mortified look on his face, I could tell he heard the whole conversation we had just had.
"Leave you? Are you fucking serious?"
The tears in my eyes fell, causing him to get choked up as well.
He reached out to hug me, but then stopped, unsure if I would let him or not.
"Just hug me, you asshole."
He didn't waste a second, grabbing my body and hugging me tighter than he ever has before.
"You know that I would never ever even consider leaving you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so god damn sorry, you of all people don't deserve to be treated like that. I'm a terrible husband, I should have never even began to think about telling you to shut up. I'm so fucking sorry."
"Why have you been so irritable recently?"
He pulled away, but kept a tight grip on my hands.
"I just...I don't really know. It's just been a terrible week. It feels like nothing is going the way it's supposed to. Which is no excuse, I know that."
I leaned up and kissed his jawline, then nuzzled my face into his neck, him doing the same.
"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you a billion trillion million times more."
I smiled at the phrase he has said since the day we started dating.
Our lips connected in a love filled kiss.
"Yay! Daddy isn't mean anymore!"
We broke apart to see our daughter, hugging her penguin, a smile present on her face.
"I thought you were sleeping," I said.
"I'm a good actress."
Corbyn and I both started laughing.
He let go of me and bent down, only to be tackled to the ground by our daughter.
"I'm sorry I snapped at you sweetheart."
"I forgive you. But only if you help me rebuild the tower that I knocked down."
"How else would I want to spend my night?" he laughed, picking her up and heading to the kitchen to rebuild the tower.
The rest of the was perfect.
They made a tower while I made quesadillas .
We ate a nice family dinner and then our daughter insisted on giving Corbyn a makeover.
So, yes, we did put a face mask on him and a bow in his hair and even makeup on him.
Then, after we cleaned up the mess in the bathroom from makeup that had been scattered everywhere, we changed into pajamas and went to the couch to watch a movie.
Of course we ended up watching Bolt, her favorite movie.
She fell asleep on Corbyn's chest, his left arm wrapped around her small body and I fell asleep on his shoulder, his right arm wrapped around my body.

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