It was late, you were headed to Phillip’s for a chat, one that could end in disaster. For months now he’d been distant and quiet and weird, for lack of a better word he was sketchy. He’d missed three dates, didn’t call afterwards, and you were done. As you pulled up to his house, you could see a lantern lit in the living room and you shut your door, headed up the stairs.
“Hey hun.” He smiles, meeting you at the door and inviting you in. With a shake of your head, you feel the tears well in your eyes as you start to speak.
“Phillip, I can’t keep living like this.” You choke, feeling your heart pound heavily. Wide eyes find your own and pull them from the ground, holding your chin with one hand.
“Don’t. Just don’t hon. I love you. We can get through this.” He assures, pulling you through the threshold of the door and tumbling into his warm chest.
“Phillip-”
“Ssh. Just give me a minute.” He whispers, his voice heavily and low, like he was trying to stay calm. “We can fix this. Please let me try.” He hushes through a clogged throat.
“Phillip honey, you keep ruining it. Why won’t you let me go?” You whisper, afraid to burst the sound barrier if you spoke louder than that. He sniffs, swallows hard as if he were swallowing gravel, and heads away from you for a moment before coming straight back with something hiding between his fingers.
“Babe, I love you. Please don’t leave. Marry me, I’ll be the very best husband I can be. I’ll never miss a date, I’ll always be there to listen, I’ll always be ready to help you, please. Don’t leave. We have a crazy kind of love, but we have a love people want. Baby girl, we have a love of a lifetime. Give me one more chance.” He pleads and begs, holding out a small silver ring with a little diamond on top, you gasp. For some reason, you felt like he meant all of the things he was saying.
5 years later.
It was date night, you were sitting at the restaurant waiting for Phillip and remembering back to that day. The day you almost gave up on him. It hada now been five years, you two were engaged still and you waited patiently for Phillip.
An hour passes, you begin to get worried, but when you call he answers.
“Sh. You can’t tell my fiance. No.” He pants, “she can’t know. She’ll leave me.” He hushes out, tears falling from your eyes. He hadn’t missed one date night, not one, in five years. What had you done? You start to blame yourself, when you flag down the waiter and tell him you have to leave, it’s an emergency.
Rushing into the newly renovated house, you hear sounds coming from the bedroom. Rage flows through like a burst of electricity as you slam the door open. There on the floor, Phillip laid on his back, panting and out of breath, Junior lying in the chair, and a brand new bed sat in the middle of the room. In the middle of that bed though, sat the cutest westie puppy you’d ever seen in your life.
“Phillip John!” You shriek, rushing the puppy and hugging it.
“Hey babe. Sorry I was late. That little bastard ran the whole neighborhood for an hour.” He growls, waving a tired arm towards the pup. You lay down next to him on the floor and cuddle against him, but not before throwing a pillow at Junior.
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