Usually when he got home he was loving, even on exhausting days, he'd get home, kiss your cheek and go shower. But today it had been different. He had an extremely stressful day and he was overstimulated. He didn't even say hi when he got home.

After he showered and you two ate, something triggered him, escalating a simple conversation into a full on fight. You rarely got into fights, he was always trying to cool things down. But not today, today he wanted a fight. When you stood up to leave, wanting the argument to end, he grabbed you abruptly. You stepped wrong and fell as he let go of you.

He stood up from his chair and everything went out the window when he realized what happened. He knelt down next to you, gently cupping your cheek.

"I'm sorry, perdóname, amor. I didn't mean to shove you, baby."