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☆Y/N POV☆
"Patrick Moynihan!" I yelled throughout my boyfriend, Patrick, and I's shared apartment.
"Yes, angel?" Patrick said innocently as he walked into the kitchen where I was leaning against the island. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Why did you eat my cookies?" I asked sternly.
Patrick gasps a dramatic and obviously fake gasp. He then put his hand over his chest where his heart is and gulped.
"How dare you accuse me of such juvenile actions!"
I scrunch my nose up and bite my lip while trying to hold in a laugh. Patrick looks at me, trying to copy the face I was making toward him. We both look at each other's eyes before bursting out in loud laughter.
"How dare you accuse me of such juvenile actions," I said, mocking Patrick through my fits of laughter. But, of course, this just makes him laugh even harder, holding his stomach to try and make the pain in his abdominals go away.
"Get over here, dumbass," I said, opening my arms for him to come into. But instead, he shoves his face in my neck and continues to chuckle softly.
"I'm still mad at you for eating my cookies," I whisper into his ear. "You owe me new ones."
He pulls me up in response, making me wrap my legs around his waist and set my chin on his shoulder. Finally, he lets out a loud sigh and begins walking to our bedroom.
"You're so needy," he whispers while on our way to our bedroom.
"Hey!" I said with a gasp, lightly slapping his arm. He just chuckles and throws us on the bed, kissing my neck. He sits up and goes to his closet to pick out an outfit since he is currently shirtless and wearing basketball shorts.
"What are you doing?" I asked curiously.
"Getting ready," he said with a smile, throwing the shirt he picked out on. "You should start getting ready, too."
"For what?" I wondered, crossing my legs on the bed and sitting up.
"We're going out!" he exclaimed, literally throwing an outfit at my face.
"What?" I asked out of surprise. He totally caught me off guard. He zipped the zipper of his pants and buttoned the button, walking over to me and kissing my cheek.
"Just get ready, Y/N," he states. I give him a look of uneasiness. Finally, he sighs and gives me a look back.
"Do you trust me?"
"Of course," I admitted.
"Then get ready," he said and walked out the door of our bedroom.
"Where are we going?" I breathed out as we were walking down the street.
We then stopped in front of a supermarket. I smile and look at Patrick, knowing exactly why we were here.
"I'm going to buy you cookies," Patrick said with a grin and grabbed my hand. "This is as an 'I'm sorry for eating your cookies earlier.'"
I smiled, brought his head down, and gave him a kiss on his lips. Then, I pulled away and whispered, "I'm so in love with you, Patrick Moynihan."
