37. You can’t just fix everything with a kiss. This isn’t a booboo.
— word count: 447
— warnings: swearing
You glance at the clock as you tap your fingers against the kitchen counter. Shawn forgot your anniversary. It’s now nine o’clock and he’s just now pulling up in the driveway after being gone all day. You place your elbow on the counter and rest your chin in your palm as you hear the front door open. Shawn spots you and heads over to you, giving you a kiss on the cheek.
“Hey, baby.” He says as he shakes his coat off, placing it on the back of a chair.
You glance at him and mumble a quiet ‘hey’ in response. You stand up and walk past him to the bedroom. You had gotten him a gift considering it was your anniversary, but you were debating giving it to him. You sigh and grab it, walking back to find Shawn. You set the gift down in front of him, a card resting on top. He looks at you as he opens the card.
“What’s this for?”
He puts the card down and stands up, making his way over to you after reading the card.
“(Y/n), baby…I am so sorry. I’ve just been so busy and I just…I forgot.”
“Yeah…I noticed.” You sigh
“Baby, I promise I will make it up to you somehow.” He leans down to kiss you.
“Shawn…” you step back a little, “You can’t fix everything with a kiss. This isn’t a booboo. You forgot our fucking anniversary.”
He opens his mouth to speak and then closes it, running a hand through his hair.
“What were you even doing all day?” You question, crossing your arms over your chest.
“I was with Aaliyah. I was working on some songs.” He rubs the back of his neck.
“You couldn’t have at least called or texted or let me know?”
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Obviously.” You look away from him.
“(Y/n), baby, please don’t be mad at me. I can’t stand it. And after all, the music is for you.” He smiles a little and bends down, trying to meet your gaze.
You shake your head and bite your lip.
“Here…I’ll give you a sample.”
He disappears for a second and returns with his guitar, sitting down. He begins singing, looking at you with a smile on his face.
“Does this make up for it? Even a little bit?”
You look at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. You can’t deny you liked the song.
“Yeah…but I hope you know I’ll be holding this over you for the rest of your life.”
a/n: sorry this is awful.