Dalaric

Fifteen: "𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙮."

"Mayella, not the fucking time." He lays his head back, eyes still closed as he crosses his arms over his chest making his arms bulge. I can't believe I'm challenging a man that could squish me with the veins in his arms. I'm brave like that.

"I'm not leaving." If he's going to act stubborn, then so am I.

As I say that, his eyes shoot open. Before I can even blink, he gets up and heavy footsteps sound in the room along with my nervous breathing. He puts one large hand on the side of my face, lowering his head. Not for a hug, though.

"I go to fucking therapy because I'm angry, Mayella. You're going to get hurt, so fucking leave." He spits out, his eyes glancing down to his hoodie for a moment. I know he regrets telling me to leave. His eyes are soft as if he's forcing himself to spew the words that he hates.

Not like I'm leaving anyways.

"Nope." I cross my arms and duck out of his hold, walking over to the couch. I pull on Dalaric's shirt but he doesn't budge.

"If you don't sit on the couch, I'm going to ugly cry." Dalaric sighs but makes his way to the couch anyways. His left finger twitches as his jaw stays tightened, his eyes are hard. I've never seen him like this before. That doesn't mean I'm going to leave him.

Now for my plan. Taking out the white fluffy blanket and Mr. Jones from my duffel bag, I zip it close and put it on the rolly chair. Initially, I planned to take a lil' nap here so I brought over my nap blanket and stuffie. I was hoping that nap would be with Dalaric but since someone's stubborn, I'm going to have to do it the hard way.

After taking both items, I walk over to the grumpy man I've come to like. I hug Mr.Jones as I crawl into his lap, positioning my body sideways. Before draping the white fluffy blanket over the both of us, I put my head in the crook of his neck, trying to overcome the temptation to lick it.

"What the fuck are you doing?" His voice is much more relaxed now, but his words contradict that.

"What a best friend does."

"Who the fuck said-" Typical Dalaric.

"Don't you dare go there, angel. I won't be very forgiving. Now shush, and relax." His body tenses as I snuggle further into his warm form.

I wait for a few minutes, knowing he needs his time to cool down. I have questions, a lot of questions but that can wait, he can't. Although he admitted to have anger issues, Dalaric would never physically hurt someone for no reason. I've seen the way he treats people. Whether it be his team, the old lady who scowls at us in the apartment building or me. He's respectful and that's only one of the reasons I'm heels over head for him.

Did I say that right? Eh, whatever.

It's about half-an-hour later when his arms come around me, he puts one of his hands under the turtleneck and rubs the sides of my hips. I hope he doesn't feel the stretch marks. They're really cute, though, like little ridges designed just for you.

His other hand tucks my head even further into his neck before giving me kiss on the crown of my head. I put forward Mr. Jones so that he doesn't feel left out of the affection. Dalaric glares but kisses the penguin anyways.

"Fine?" My constantly blabbering mouth opens, still wary of whether he's calm or not.

"Fine." He says, after a few minutes of almost disappointing silence.

I sigh at the warmth seeping from his hands as they stroke my skin. I scoot further down so he can give me a back rub, and sigh again when he does just that.

"How was therapy?" My lips purse as I wait for an answer.

"Fucking awful." My heart breaks at that, he should be feeling better right? Now I want to cry.