Valentine’s Day. Rafe’s biggest nightmare.

Not because of the cost, nor the girl he was with—but because he always forgot about it. And most of the time, that got him dumped.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care. He just… didn’t think about it. February 14th was just another day, until his girlfriend showed up with a gift, and he had nothing in return. Cue the eye-rolls, the passive-aggressive comments, the inevitable “Are you serious, Rafe?” before she stormed off.

And yet, he never learned.

This year wasn’t any different. He woke up to you beside him, soft breaths against his neck, letting out sleepy whines when he shifted. He stroked your hair, scrolling through his phone. Then messages from the group chat came through.

Topper

bro, hope u didn’t forget this time. learned ur lesson? 😂

Kelce

Yh bro my lady wld kill me if I forgot

Rafe’s stomach dropped. God, how could he have forgotten again? Was he an idiot? You’d most definitely shout at him.

Well, maybe not—because then he heard your lazy, croaky voice in his ear.

“Hi,” you murmured gently, eyes not even open as you buried your face into the crook of his neck, curling up closer to him.

“Mornin’, sugar,” he grumbled, patting your head softly. “Go back to bed. You’re tired, kiddo.”

He knew he’d have to buy you flowers and a small gift at some point during the day, find a reason to sneak off once you’d woken up. But you’d no doubt see straight through him—you weren’t dumb.