You and Rafe had a pretty solid relationship. You saw this faults and red flags but carved them into heart shapes. He saw the constant emotion that was always in your eyes, threatening to spill out, because you were just so sensitive, and he made sure no one ever let them escape.

It was no secret that you were spoiled by him. He had the most money in all of Kildare, and who else would he spend it on other than his amazing, beautiful girlfriend? With him being the richest in Outerbanks, you needed your own title.

The most sensitive.

To put it simply, you were a crybaby. The moment something went wrong in your life, the waterworks came flooding out and all of a sudden the world was ending. Rafe often knew what to do with you in those situations, either leave you be or hold you until you stopped crying or … you know… distract your mind in other ways.

Turns out it was one of those days today. You went shopping with Rafe’s card for a certain pair of Dior shoes but they didn’t have them in stock. You brushed it off, trying not to get emotional, and went to the next store. There were a pair of shorts you’d been wanting for a few weeks now and you finally found them. Only problem? They didn’t have your size. You could’ve sworn you were a small, so why were they too tight? Had you put on weight?

That lead you to where you were now. Lying in bed, face buried in the pillows and sniffling and crying.

“Hey baby, I’m back.” Rafe called from downstairs as he got back from a day with Barry. It was weird that you didn’t jump into his arms the moment he got home, so he went straight upstairs. “Baby?”