Worries 😟💛

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(Joe)
"Hi mum how are you?" I say as me and Dianne walk through the door she engulfs me in a hug and then Dianne.

"I done the spare room it's all ready for you" she says and helps us carry our bags upstairs.

During the day mum cooked us a roast dinner and we played charades which was very funny. When we were snuggling down on the sofa I noticed Dianne started fidgeting and I kissed her forehead and told mum we were heading up to bed. 

When we got up there Dianne started to wipe her eyes with her back towards me and I instantly knew she was crying so I went up behind her and wrapped my arms around her kissing her neck.

"What's wrong bub?" I ask

"I'm just worried your mum doesn't like me. I'm a dancer the stereotype of dancers are sluts, and although I'm not one and I have you and I don't  plan on letting you go I'm just sure she doesn't like me" she finishes letting tears run down her face freely.

"Of course she likes you you're a beautiful dancer I love watching you dance especially when you do ballroom you look so elegant"

"I love you. Will you sing to me?" She says pulling me into bed with her. I start to sing this years love the song we danced our Viennese waltz too. It's been our favourite song since.

"I love you Joey" she says going off into a sleep.

"I love you Dot"

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