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𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗹𝗶𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗴 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝗾𝘂𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁. 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁. 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘁. 𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹. :)

I love Daniel so much it hurts. I really do. He's the only man I've ever loved and he will be the only man that i'll ever love.
Tonight, though, I want to kill him.
Literally.
Right now, I wish I could punch him in the face and kick him where the sun don't shine.
We went out for dinner with my boss and his wife tonight. He invited us to go out to celebrate my promotion and because he wanted to meet Daniel. My boss and his wife are very elegant people, so I expected this to be a very sophisticated dinner.
It was far from it though.
Daniel, being the baby that he is, decided to not tell me that he hasn't been feeling good all day.
So, he pretended he wasn't sick, got ready, and went out to dinner with me.
I could sense something was off all day, but he hid it so well that I just assumed he was tired.
Our dinner was going pretty well, but Daniel just picked at his food the whole time, he probably only ate like four small bites.
My boss got a call during dinner, so I took that time to ask Daniel if he was feeling alright. He just said that he wasn't hungry because he ate a really late lunch.
I, stupidly, believed him.
We had almost made it through the whole dinner, when suddenly, Daniel tensed up and then projectile vomited all over the table.
My boss and his wife were disgusted and it was extremely awkward.
The ride home was even more awkward.
Now, we were home, obviously in an argument, although Daniel wasn't really saying much.
"What the fuck, Daniel? You embarrassed me this evening!"
"I'm sorry, I really am, it just happened. I'm sorry," he repeated.
"I don't understand you. If you didn't fucking feel good, why didn't you tell me? You could've just stayed home and this whole situation would have been avoided! Sometimes you're so fucking stupid, Daniel!" I shouted, the words slipping past my lips easily.
His eyes began to water and his face dropped.
"W-what?" he asked.
"Did I stutter?" I snapped.
He looked down, not saying anything.
"Do you realize what you did tonight? That was my fucking boss, Daniel! I told him so many great things about you, then you showed up and threw up all over the fucking table. I probably look like an idiot now and my boss and his wife will never view me the same way again! Why do you do stupid shit like this, Daniel, I don't fucking understand you sometimes!" I screamed at him.
"Calm down! You're scaring me!" he cried out.
I froze, only to watch my boyfriend burst into tears and back into the walk.
I was shocked, to say the very least.
I must have been pretty harsh because Daniel never cries. Seriously, I've never seen him cry once before. Ever. He never ever cries.
My heart broke as I realized that all of my words were actually pretty hurtful and he felt sick to begin with.
He's probably embarrassed from tonight's events, and he doesn't feel good, and I just screamed at him and apparently scared him.
I sighed and walked over to him, pulling him over to the couch with me.
"Shh, baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it, I was just mad. Please don't cry, I didn't mean to scare you or upset you," I said, pulling him close to me.
His tears made my neck wet, but I didn't care. I just wanted him to feel better.
"You called me stupid. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I just didn't want to disappoint you because you said this dinner was really important," he sobbed, still clinging to me.
"I know I called you stupid. You're not stupid, Daniel, you're one of the smartest people I know. I'm so lucky to have you. You put aside your own needs for mine. I feel like a terrible person right now, I didn't mean to make you cry," I replied, rubbing his back in attempt to calm him down.
"I'm sorry I threw up on the table," he whimpered, his tears still flowing from his eyes.
"Hey, it's over and done with. It wasn't your finest moment, but who cares. In ten years we'll look back and laugh about it," I assured.
He looked up and smiled slightly as he let me wipe the tears from his cheeks.
"I'm really sorry for yelling at you. I shouldn't have yelled and I shouldn't have called you stupid. I'm sorry. Please don't cry, you'll make yourself sick again," I said, running my fingers through his hair.
His tears slowly stopped and we headed upstairs for bed.
He changed out of his tuxedo and into some sweatpants, but left his shirt off because he was hot.
I took his temperature, which showed that he did have a fever. I wet a rag and placed the cold rag on his forehead after I gave him some Tylenol. I placed a bucket next to the bed in case he throws up again and a glass of water on the bedside table for him.
I crawled into bed and cuddled him, feeling bad about everything.
"I'm sorry I hurt you tonight. I didn't mean for it to go that far and I certainly didn't mean to hurt your feelings like that," I said, rubbing his back.
"Don't worry about it, I told you I forgive you. I get that you were mad, I get mad too. I've said a lot of mean shit to you too, I probably deserved it," he scoffed.
"Well, maybe, but...I made you cry. You never cry, it actually scared me because I thought I really hurt you," I expressed, moving my hand up to rub his cheek with my thumb.
"I don't even know why I cried. I guess I was just embarrassed from theorist up in front of your boss and I felt really sick. I guess when you yelled it just kind of sent me over the top. But who cares," he shrugged.
"Do you still feel really sick?" I asked, concerned.
He nodded and cuddled into me.
"I'm cold now, cuddle me," he whined, making me laugh.
"Alright, alright. Try and get some sleep, you need it," I whispered.
I placed a kiss on his cheek, then drifted off to sleep next to the love of my life.

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