《 ѕєqυєℓ тσ тнє вєαυту σf fαтє 》
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"No, I get it. Football is your number one priority you don't have to explain it to me."
"Hey come on.. don't do this Savannah."
"Just go to practice Patrick."
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Patrick Mahomes has done it all...
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After the passionate night Patrick and I shared after the ball to my dismay everything went right back to the way it was.
Patrick leaves every morning by eight, comes home at around six, we eat dinner, and then he goes straight to bed. It was all the same every single day.
Today was my evaluation with doctor Patterson. I reminded Patrick about my appointment three days ago and said he would ask for the day off to go with me.
"Babe, are you ready?" I asked Patrick from our bedroom while he was in the bathroom.
"Ready for what?" Patrick asked me as he stepped out of the bathroom dressed in workout clothes.
"For my evaluation.." I stated with a slight attitude.
"Is that really today? Fuck." Patrick cussed.
"You didn't ask for the day off did you?" I asked Patrick trying to keep my cool.
"It totally slipped my mind baby, I'm so sorry." Patrick said sadly as he hugged me. I hugged him back, but barely touching him. "You're not mad are you?" Patrick asked me full of concern.
"No, I get it. Football is your number one priority right now Patrick, you don't have to explain it to me." I stated full of sass as I grabbed my things and headed towards the front door.
"Hey, come on.. don't do this Savannah." Patrick pleaded as he followed me to the front door.
"Just go to practice Patrick. I'll text you and let you know how my appointment went." I stated before exiting through the front door and heading to my car.
I couldn't help but feel beyond frustrated at this whole situation. It's one thing if Patrick simply couldn't make it to my appointment, it was another thing that he said he'd go and completely forgot about it.
When I arrived at the hospital I got out of my car and headed inside. I noticed I had a text from Patrick.
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I locked my phone as I approached the front desk of the clinic.
"Hello, how can I help you?" The woman at the front desk asked me with a smile.
