Lock & Key (Drew McIntyre x OFC)

Even though he said not to, I still waited all night for Drew to come home.

At first I waited in the bedroom. Then, I made my way downstairs to the living room at around 2am, and he still wasn't home.

Thankfully, our couch was comfortable enough to double as a bed, otherwise my neck and my back would've been going through hell by the time I woke up a few hours later.

I called Sheamus a little while before going to bed, feeling like I could breathe again when I was told Drew was in fact with him like I suspected.

Coming into the kitchen, I got a massive sense of deja vu when my eyes landed on Drew's broad back as he made breakfast.

I made sure he heard me shuffling into the kitchen before I snaked my arms around his waist from behind.

''Morning..'' he said softly. From his tone alone, I could tell he felt regret about walking out the way he did, and I squeezed him affectionately, breathing in his familiar sent as I kissed his back in response.

''Morning,'' I said just as softly before moving to stand next to him, much like I had the day before, and I breathed in the sweet scent of French toast.

I itched lightly at my shoulder over Drew's shirt that I wore to sleep the night before and lightly bumped his hip with mine.

''French toast, uh?'' I teased him with a half smile, watching a crimson blush wash over his cheeks.

He moved quickly to plate our breakfast and we moved to sit at the table, sitting in silence for a few moments until I decided to be the one to break it.

''Is this your way of apologizing, D?'' I asked him, drizzling some maple syrup on my French toast and bacon before beginning to eat.

The way he looked at me through his lashes, and then back at his plate with his face still bright red almost made me giggle. But I quickly took a sip of orange juice to hide it, wanting him to feel comfortable about talking to me.

''Is it working?'' He mumbled in his raspy voice, and now I finally chuckled watching him begin to smile shyly as well.

I hummed in thought and slowly nodded, winking at him as a single dimple appeared on his cheek.

''Maybe..'' I chuckled, shrugging loosely.

He took a sip from his own glass of orange juice and looked me in the eye with an earnest look on his face.

''I really am sorry for reacting that way. And for speaking to you that way. You didn't deserve it,'' he said, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. I gave his hand a squeeze in return.

''Look..I'm more upset that you left. I know I'm not one to talk- I've done that shit to you before as well. But I just..I don't want that to become a habit, yknow?..We pride ourselves in having so much trust in each other but, being able to talk to each other is part of that. So..can we promise each other that we won't walk out when shit gets too deep? Especially if..if we wanna take this relationship in a different direction. You're gonna have to learn to trust me a hell of a lot more..'' I said carefully, completely expecting him to once again close off on me. But to my surprise, he nodded after a few seconds and gave me a much broader grin.

''You're right.. I promise. It won't happen again,'' he stressed, squeezing my hand again.

''Good.'' I replied, playfully sticking my tongue out at him, letting him know it was water under the bridge at this point before we continued to eat.

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Once we were done with breakfast and had taken showers and brushed our teeth, we laid down on the couch and cuddled while watching the morning news, until we decided to flick on a movie instead.