“i don’t want to go to bed angry.”
Robert wrapped his arms around himself as he watched Aaron fling pillows from their bed, making room to sleep. He usually made a joke about the amount of decorative pillows Robert had put on their bed, but not tonight.
Tonight, Aaron’s shoulders were stiff, his posture closed off. They’d been fighting all day, over small things like Aaron using all the milk before Robert could have breakfast, and then, well it had escalated, Aaron furious when he found out Robert was negotiating a new contract with Home Farm and the Whites.
“What, Robert?” Aaron snapped, yanking his side of the duvet back. “Are you going to tell me I should be happy about this? I’ve heard it all, how it’ll bring in plenty of money for us, and funnily enough, I don’t care. You being involved with that family has always brought us nothing but hassle, and I’m not going through it again.”
Robert shifted uncomfortably, watching his husband carefully. “It’s late, we should sleep.”
“I was trying to.” Aaron practically growled back, getting under the covers, switching his bedside lamp off before Robert could even attempt to get into bed.
In the dim light given by his own beside lamp, Robert clambered into bed beside his husband, a knot of worry in his stomach. “Aaron?” he said quietly, the two of them in complete darkness now, Robert having switched his own lamp off.
“I don’t want to go to bed angry.” Robert finally managed to get the words out. They’d been going to counselling for a few months now, marriage counselling, and the one thing their counsellor always seemed come back to is the idea of not going to bed angry.
Not going to bed without letting each other know how much the other means.
Aaron shifted so he was looking at Robert, his face having softened slightly at Robert’s admission. “You are an absolute idiot, but I love the bones of ya. Alright?” he said, his words putting Robert’s worries at ease.
“I love you too.” Robert breathed out, the words bringing him as much comfort as he knew they did Aaron, when he said it.
“I’m still going to be angry with you tomorrow.”
Robert nodded. “That’s okay.”