I gasp: "What the fuck?"
"Huh?", he says and looks at me, confused.
"Dan. What happened to your face?"
He grabs his face and looks at his now bloody hand before pointing on my face and neck: "You too."
"Just stay here.", I say and get up go glance into the mirror to see the damage he has done: "Zoe?"
She comes in after I call her and giggles at the view: "Okay looks like I won't have to ask what went on here." Sighing, I answer: "It really isn't what it looks like. I don't know where he got his bloody face from?" "Oh damn, okay. Dan?", she asks him while he just lays in bed. "Huh?"
I go over to him again: "What happend to your face?"
While Zoe gets wipes to clean up the mess he tries to slur an answer but ends up just giving up. All I understand is "drunk, maybe nose or eyebrow, fall, push and Joe". A little annoyed, I decide just to let it go for now and clean up mine and his face a bit before dragging him to the car and driving home.
Arriving at home I tell him to go take a shower right away, not caring that he's still tipsy. While he's in the bathroom I grab him some fresh clothes and bring them to him. "Baby?", he says, still under the water.
"Yes?" "Where's Phil?" "Still at Zoe's, still sleeping but she's coming over later anyway and will bring him."
He turns off the water: "Come here for a second."
I sigh and come up to him: "What?"
Dan smirks grabs my waist with his wet hands: "Don't be mad, join me instead." I roll my eyes and throw his clothes on the counter: "You'll be fine without me."
After he's done, he falls right into bed and asleep. I take a shower, clean up after him and try to get the blood stains out of his clothes.
This peace and quiet also gives me some time to write a blog post and write down what I want to talk about with April.
At 9 am I get done making some breakfast and go up to our room. Inside, Dan is sleeping tightly, cuddled up with an extra pillow.
I put the plates down, lay down next to him and begin stroking his face, now seeing that there's a cut on his eyebrow and cheek: "Wake up, love."
He shuffles around before slowly sitting up: "Shit. My head." I get to to grab a plate, "There's some medicine on the side." and bring it to him.
"Y/N... I don't deserve you. I love you, thank you."
I smile at him and sit down opposite him with my food: "Do you remember anything?"
"Not much, just kinda when you woke me up and when we got home." "That's it?"
"I mean I remember what you said about doing something later.", he smirks.
"Yes. Wedding planning. Remember?"
He looks at me, guilty: "I do, I do."
"And Joe? Remember that? Or what happened with your face?"
"Oh, yea. Kinda. Joe happened, I guess."
