I saw his message bodily written in my phone, he wanted me to come, and he didn’t want me to waste any time, it was five in the evening, Patrick and I got home not long ago, and I didn’t know what to do, I can’t tell Xander I can’t come because I know him, I know how he is going to act, and he knew what he was doing.
I finally got dressed, and I hid some foodstuff when I headed out of the living room to find my husband watching football.
“I have to run to the store, get some supplies and grocery”.
“We can just order.”
“No Patrick, all you talked about in the car is my meals, and you were not going to let you go to sleep knowing that you wanted to eat it, and we have work tomorrow too.” I said and he smiled.
I felt horrible but all I was going to do is talk to Xander that’s all, I was
