Chris returned home around 6 that evening to find Larissa asleep in bed. He longed to curl up with her, but he had work to do.
He had begun formulating a plan on his drive home. He scrounged up a pen and piece of paper and sat at the small kitchen island.
To My Future Wife,
First off, I'm sorry if this is all over the place and my thoughts jump back and forth. So, where to begin...
I am SO SORRY for what I said yesterday. I have no idea why I said it. I regretted my words as soon as they flew out of my stupid mouth.You are right: I AM a fucking asshole. I am not trying to excuse my behavior, but I haven't been feeling quite like myself either recently and didn't realize it until now. I will try harder to not let stress get to me and turn me into a jerk. Like I said, no excuse.
I've said it before, but I feel like it bears repeating: I would never do anything on purpose to hurt you. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in my life. I don't want to push you away. I don't know what I would do without you.
With that being said, I don't know if I can make my callousness up to you, but I am sure going to try this week. If you haven't already, be sure to get your note laying on the island.
I Love You,
Your Christopher
He folded the paper up and placed it inside an envelope with her name on it. Not the most romantic place, but he left it on the bathroom counter so she would be sure to see it.
Chris woke to the sound of Larissa crying. He had no clue what time it was, but it felt like it was the middle of the night still. He squinted against the bathroom light that was silhouetting her.
"I don't want to fight," she sobbed, unmoving. "But I'm still kind of mad at you."
"I don't want to fight either," Chris instantly became a ball of emotion.
"I have to warn you: I'm bad about holding grudges," Larissa tried to laugh.
"I'll try not to piss you off in the future," they both laughed awkwardly. "Come here," he held out his arms to her. Chris was surprised, but relieved, when she actually came over to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head against her midriff.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, silent tears forcing themselves down his cheeks.
"I know," Larissa ran her fingers through his hair. "Neither one of us has been acting like ourselves lately, huh?" Chris shook his head in agreement. They held each other for awhile until Larissa finally broke the silence.
"Wanna cuddle on the couch, watch a movie, and pretend the past few months never happened?" she asked.
"What time is it?" Chris couldn't help but laugh.
"3:34 in the morning," she replied matter-of-factly.
"I'm guessing you fell asleep early?"
"Mmhmm."
Chris rubbed his tired eyes with the palms of his hands. "Who needs sleep anyways?" he smiled up at her. "Sounds perfect."
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