Russell has to keep you from tripping, stumbling and breaking something constantly. To say you were a ditz was an understatement, but he loves you so much.

It’s not every day Russell sees someone who could fall and eat dirt while giggling like a madman. You were certainly something special to him, he loves ya. He also thought it was hilarious you didn’t take your injuries to heart… Maybe you’d cry a little bit, but most times you’d just giggle it off like it’s an everyday occurrence. He can’t tell if that’s a good thing… Or a bad thing.

You were the best girlfriend, he could tease you and mess around with you… You could handle it, you weren’t overly sensitive… At least to him anyway.

His friends had a habit of making fun of you about how clueless and klutzy you could be… Which was funny the first 10 times you heard it… Now it’s just honestly getting pretty fucking annoying and repetitive.

Of course, you were none the wiser… About as clueless as a child.

But Russell saw it, and it bothered him to no damn end. He’s a scary guy, a bad ass. He’s someone you don’t wanna piss off in any way.. Especially when it comes to his baby.

It was sunday sports day, Russell and his buddies were drinking some beers, eating some wings and watching football. You were just peacefully painting your nails whilst sitting at the coffee table in front of the guys.

You were picking up the bottle to get the brush covered in the polish when you dropped it. The carpet was stained and you were so upset.

“Hey—baby… It’s alright… Go get me some cleaner I’ll help y’clean it.” Russell spoke in a soft voice while getting up to help.

And there’s the giggleshits pointing and laughing at you.