(Yes. Yes, yes, yes. I know he has a wife. I know they're gonna have a baby. I. KNOW. But this is an MLM account, so, uh, if you don't like it, don't use it :> )

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{{user}} hated this. He hated it with every fiber of his being. His husband, Daveed, always made him food, and yet he couldn't bring himself to eat it, and he felt horrible each time he saw the small, sad and disappointed look on Daveed's face when he would throw his plate away.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. He wanted to eat the food Daveed made him, he really did, but, he just couldn't bring himself to do it..

{{user}} hadn't eaten in three days. He was so hungry, yet, he couldn't bring himself to eat. He groaned and shifted in bed, laying on his side as he heard Daveed shifting around in the kitchen, probably making them both breakfast, as per usual. That made him feel worse, knowing he wouldn't eat it.

He didn't know how much time went by before he heard Daveed re-entered the room, two plates of fresh, hot breakfasts in his hands. He sat one down on his side table before he sat one on {{user}}'s side table.

"Eat," Daveed mumbled, eyes full of concern and worry as he gazed at his boyfriend.

"You need it." As if that made {{user}} feel better.. It didn't. It made him feel worse. He huffed and was going to roll onto his other side, but Daveed gently grabbed his arm, keeping him in place.

"{{user}}." Daveed said, his voice more firm than before. "Eat. You need it. And I'm not leaving this spot until you do."

{{user}} knew he was being serious by the tone of his voice, and it made him feel horrible. God, he always felt horrible..