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Author's Note: if you've been following some of my more recent works, this is gonna be a bit different. Less on the fetishy side and more of an… emotional conversation? I dunno what direction I'm gonna take it yet. Anyhoo, enjoy! ~~~~ God, what a hell of a day! I had to check my calendar to make sure it wasn't a Monday. Nope. Just a supposed-to-be-boring old Thursday. Are Thursdays the new Monday? Shit, who knows? I'm just glad to be home. I can't wait to take a hot shower, boot up the Xbox, and maybe even put on a- My thoughts were interrupted by my apartment door suddenly swinging open to reveal my girlfriend Grace standing in the doorway. She wore her usual casual clothes: sweat pants and a t-shirt commemorating some emo rock band from the early 2,000s–today it was Black Veil Brides. Her long black hair cascaded down over her shoulders, framing the most beautiful face I'd had the pleasure of seeing almost every day for… Huh. How long had it been? Four months? Six? Who knows, who cares. I barely remembered a life before her anyway, that's how happy she made me. “Hey Aaron.” She said, smiling up at me. “Uhhhhh, hi?” Hi? Is that all I could say? “I didn't expect to see you today. I didn't forget a date or something, did I?” Shit, had she made plans for us today and I forgot? I don't think I did, but if I did she was gonna be pissed… “Nope. Just thought I'd drop in and surprise you.” she stepped out of the doorway to let me in. “Well… Consider me surprised!” I wrapped my arms around her and pressed my lips to hers. Even if my original plans were out the window with her here, it was well-worth it to spend the evening with the love of my life. “Want some coffee?” She asked when her lips were finally free from mine. “Is that a question? Of course I want coffee!” She knew I had a routine of having a cup of coffee when I get home from work. If I was anything I was a creature of habit. She sauntered off to the kitchen to get me my drink. I was very particular about my coffee, but she had a knack for making it *just* the way I liked it. It was reason #217 why I loved her. I went about my arriving-home routine of hanging up my coat, putting my wallet and keys in their usual spots, kicking off my shoes, and changing out of my work shirt. I had just finished all that by the time Grace came to me with my favorite coffee mug–the one that said “I before E, except when your foreign neighbor Keith receives eight counterfeit beige sleighs from feisty caffeinated weightlifters.” I took a sip of my coffee and I'm sure the look on my face must've conveyed something akin to orgasmic bliss. “Mmmmm, perfect as always.” She gave me a satisfied grin and grabbed my free hand, leading me back out to the living room couch. I figured she either wanted to play games or watch some of our shows, and I was fine with either of those options. I sat down on the couch and was slightly taken aback when she opted to sit on the coffee table in front of me, instead of taking her seat beside me. “So.” This was a little game she played sometimes. “So.” I repeated, prompting her to continue. “You know how you helped me learn to communicate better and not overreact during conversations?” “I do seem to recall this, yes.” It was true. When we met, she wasn't all that great at dealing with conflict. Not that I blamed her. To say she had come from a broken home would be like calling the Hindenburg a little oopsy-daisy. “Well,” she continued “I may have done something that might require you to use those same skills…” I quirked an eyebrow at her. This was… Very unlike my Grace. She was normally outspoken and unapologetic when it came to the things she did. Now it seemed the cat had gotten her tongue pretty good. “Ummm, okay? Consider me braced for bad news. Hit me.” I was honestly perplexed as to what she could have done that she'd be afraid to tell me. Cheated on me? No, not a chance. She regularly told me that I was the best thing that had ever happened to her–a sentiment I reciprocated just as regularly. Stolen from me? No, not her style. “Well you see, the other day I was here and you were taking a shower and I was bored so I kinda just started… Going through your closet…” My face turned pale as a ghost. Fuck. I felt her hand on my knee “Just bare with me a minute, okay babe?” my whole body felt like it was on fire, but her smile definitely helped put me at ease. I let out the breath I didn't know had caught in my throat and nodded for her to continue. “I was obviously a bit confused, so I ummm… went through your phone. Found some things…” My eyes were glued to the floor. I had envisioned this scenario a thousand times, and it never turned out well. I had to stop my mind from jumping to the conclusions it was certain that this conversation was leading to. “You have a thing for diapers.”