Please Don’t Leave Me

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Anonymous said:

• “wait. i didn’t mean that. please, come back.” For Nicky boy? Maybe angsty but w a happy ending?

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You and Nick had been unpacking boxes for what felt like
forever. You had just chosen a perfect place—a three bed, two bath house with
enough room for you, Nick, and his kids. You were so excited for this next step
with him. You had been together for almost three years, so it was about damn
time.

The kids were with their moms for the week, so you had time
to set everything up. You were currently painting Zara’s room a pretty shade of
lavender while Nick hung up some photos in the living room.

“Y/N,” you hear. “Can you come here please?” You set the
paintbrush down on the plastic that was protecting the carpet and went to meet
your boyfriend in the living room.

“Yes, babe?”

“What’s this?” he asks, holding up an old polaroid.

“Nicky, you know my eyes are bad,” you say, walking closer
to him to grab the photo from his hands. You hold it slightly away from your
face, squinting, before realizing it was a picture of you and your ex-boyfriend
kissing.

“Oh wow. I wonder how that got in there.” You didn’t think
much about it. Nick knew you had a life before him. He wasn’t your first.

“Why am I looking at a picture of you with your tongue down
some guys throat?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just never threw it away,” you shrugged
it off.

“I don’t want something like this in my home, Y/N. Do you
know how this makes me look?”

“Excuse me? How this makes you look? Last time I checked, Nick, you are far from being my
first relationship.”

“Yeah obviously. Next, I bet I’ll find a picture of you two
fucking.” You looked him in disgust. You couldn’t believe he was throwing that
in your face right now. That picture was from your sophomore year of college
for Christ’s sake. You started to walk away when his hand grabbed your forearm.

“Wait, I didn’t mean that. Please come back.” You shook his
arm off and continued to walk away from him and straight into your now shared
bedroom before slamming the door shut. You were so mad at him for insinuating
such a thing. He had two kids from two different women and you never once threw
that in his face. We all have pasts. A simple picture of you and your ex kissing
was not a big deal in your eyes.

Some time had passed, and you figured he had calmed down. A slight
tap on the door verified that.

“Baby?” he said, cracking the door open.

“What Nick? Hear to make me feel worse?” He sighed and
walked towards the bed, taking a seat beside you.

“I’m sorry, hermosa. I just—I guess I just got jealous. I
really am sorry.”

You looked up at his big, brown, saddened eyes. You believed
he was truly sorry.

“Nick, I’m here because I love you. Not him, not anyone else. You. You can’t get mad at the past I
had before you, because that’s just it—the past.”

“You’re right. Please don’t leave me.”

“Leave you? Why would I want to do that? I love you, Nicky.
That’s never going to change.”

“You promise?” your heart dropped at the man in sitting beside
you. He was far more damaged than he let on and all you wanted to do was show
him what real love was.

“Of course, baby. In fact…” you pause, moving your lips
right next to his ear. “I think I wanna show you just how much I love you,” you
whisper. A small moan slipped through his lips.

The two of you loved
each other all night long.