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“I just need you to understand that we can’t be happy all the time.”
“But I am.”
Lucy glared at the gentleman’s response.
“Patrick. Stop. There is no possible way that you can be happy all the time and if there is, we are two different people. I don’t see life like you do.” Lucy kicks off her heels.
Patrick follows his girlfriend as she navigates their apartment. This already felt like an argument when it shouldn’t be.
“But why would you want to be sad all the time?” He asked
Lucy glanced at him when they entered their bedroom. Patrick had stopped at the doorway and watched her take off her dinner gown. He had no time to properly appreciate the view because she was jerking on her flannel pajamas the next minute.
“I am not sad all the time. I’m realistic.”
“Babe, you just said a few minutes ago that the thought of summer was depressing.”
“And it is. I hate heat and I hate flowers more.” Lucy replied monotonously
Patrick laughed, slowly peeling off his suit jacket as he walked in to join her. She plumped on the bed, laying on her back; watching him undress.
“But you took flowers I bought you.”
“That is because I did not want to shoo you away so early. Fact, I threw them in the garbage the moment you walked out the door.”
Patrick laughs, “I bet you did. You have a knack for annoying me.”
Lucy tilts her head, “that is not true. If there is anyone annoying in this relationship, it’s you.”
“How?”
“For starters, you think you can help everybody. You always rush to console everyone. It makes me want to puke.”
Patrick was in no way offended by his girlfriend’s crude talk. He was used to it and he knew that was something about her that could never change. She was always brutally honest and never sugar-coated words. It is one of the things he loves about her. She makes communication easy.
“What? I should look the other way then?” He put his hands on his waist.
“Yes. Exactly.”
Patrick shakes his head as he gives her his back to take of his dress shirt and pants; the rustling of fabrics pronounced in the silent room.
“Babe. That is who I am. I can never be comfortable seeing people distressed especially when I can definitely help.
“Yeah. I mean just hug the pain away. Like you did with, what’s her name…Brittany.”
Patrick’s movements halt as he pulls his pants up. Ahhh. He totally forgot how possessive and jealous his girlfriend could be. Brittany was just a co-worker and she seemed to be going through a lot. He’d been a listening ear and gave her a quick hug when Lucy walked in. A laugh escapes him.
“It is not a laughing matter. You better mind where you put your body.” She speaks.
Patrick laughs harder even as he tried to talk, “okay fine. I’m sorry.”
He joins her in bed, pulling her close to cuddle. She’s resisting and it spurs him. She’s always been a fighter.
Her strawberry blonde tickled his neck but he didn’t mind. He enjoyed holding her.
“I promise to be stingy with my hugs, but even if I’m a people person I only have eyes for you.” He promised, kissing her forehead.
“I know. I don’t expect you to change but please, don’t expect me to either.”
“Never. I love my green-eyed she-devil.”
Lucy did not know if he was referring to her jealous streak or the fact that she did in fact possess green eyes. Either way, she loved the hell out of this man.