your daddy

After another exhausting day, you are on your way home, carrying a heavy backpack and holding back tears, because lately, your mental health has been trash.
Upon arriving, you walk in and see your boyfriend sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, a cigarette in his hand.
You drop your backpack on the floor and go to him, hugging him and crying as you nestle your head into the curve of his neck

"Calm down, my little one, daddy's got you."
He says while stroking your hair and putting out the cigarette.

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