“Baby are you hungry…?” Zion tries to ask as he sits at the edge of your bed.

You refuse to respond, tears staining your cheeks as hurt filled your eyes.

Zion and you had just ended an argument, and when things got a little too heated, he had said cruel things out of a fit of anger.

Now you were in bed, curled up into a ball, and Zion was overcome by guilt.

“Baby please,” He pleads as he reaches out to you gently.

“I’m sorry baby…please talk to me.” He whispers, desperately.