feeling bummed and inadequate after losing a job that i thought was a sure deal. could you write something with nick cheering the reader up? thanks!

[From: Nick 2:37PM] Have you heard?

[To: NIck 2:42PM] Sure did. I didn’t get it. Your girlfriend is an unemployed loser.

[From: Nick 2:43PM] I am so sorry. I know how much you wanted that job. I love you. 

[To: Nick 2:35PM] Eh, it is what it is. I love you too, babe.

“Y/N? Where are you?” Nick stalked through the apartment. He found you in the kitchen eating cookie dough and ice cream from the packages. Nick grinned at you as your legs swung freely while sitting on the counter.

Pointing the spoon at him you warned him. “Don’t say a word, Amaro.”  You were training for a marathon. Screw it, you had a couple months as you dug the spoon into the ice cream.

Nick held his hands up. “I just want a bite before it’s all gone.” Nick approached you and placed a kiss on your cool lips. “Mmm… vanilla. My favorite.”

“Yeah. Sorry. I kinda ate it all.” You showed him the empty container. “Listen.” You hopped down from the counter. “I’m just gonna go to my place. It’s Friday. You’ve had a long week. You don’t-”

“Nope. You’re staying right here with me.” He blocked your exit with his body, resting his hands on your arms. “Now, you listen to me. We are going to go to the bodega. Get a couple cheap bottles of wine, pick up some Chinese and,” he held the container upside down, “apparently more ice cream.” He grinned, knowing he won this round.

You grinned back, unable to help yourself. “Fine. Let’s go.” 

“It’s a little chilly-” you were interrupted by Nick.

“Tag! You’re it!” Nick tapped your arm and started running ahead of you.

 “Oh no, you didn’t!” Laughing you took off after him. He got held up by a mother and child allowing you to catch up and tagging him. “Now you’re it!” Sprinting past him you made it to the bodega first.

Nick was seconds behind you. He wrapped his arms around you. “You cheat. I couldn’t stop looking at your ass.” He said around panting.

“Oh, whatever!” You said laughing. Placing a hand on his chest you said, “Thank you. For you know, not letting me wallow in my own self-pity.”

“Who’s going to cheer me up?” Nick asked pouting.

“Cheer you up?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Hmmm..yeah. I have a loser girlfriend then I lost a race.” He started fake crying.

“Nicholas Amaro, you are the worst!” You laughed and swatted his chest. 

“I know amor, but you love me. Just not as much as I love you.” Nick kissed your soft lips.

“Always.”