Dally came home from hanging out with the gang, with a few groceries in his arms. He had expected you to be in bed resting, but when he saw you sitting by the open fridge, eating pickles and honey, he froze and tried not to laugh. You hadn’t noticed Dally even come in the house. He was always so sneaky. Still holding the grocery bags, he walked over to the kitchen table and set the groceries down. That’s when you noticed him, causing you to jump and drop the jar of pickles and honey. Immediately, you began apologizing profusely, kneeling down and picking the glass shards up while trying not to let your hormones get the best of you. Dally immediately walked over to you, putting his hand on your back, which had got your attention. “Babe, it’s okay. Go lay down. Go rest. I’ll pick this stuff up and cook you somethin’ to eat. Ya dig?”

He spoke softly, knowing that if he spoke any more louder or sterner, you would break down crying.