☆ | go ahead and cry little girl, nobody does it like you do ~

The rumble of keys and the front door clicking open and shut. You’re laying down when Jay comes home; on your side, scrolling on your phone. “I’m home, princess,” he says, knocking at your door. He come in and sits at the foot of the bed. You sit up. He shifts closer, hand o the back of your head. He strokes your hair gently, “What’s wrong, baby, I see it in your eyes, something’s not right.” He whispers, eyes soft as they try to search your face for answers. “What’s bothering my little girl?”