Boyfriend imagines and couple goals

MY ANGEL

You had had a bad day. school had been stressful, and now your parents were arguing for the millionth time in that afternoon.

You walk over to your bed. you had been eating dinner when your parents started saying who always cleans up.

you collapsed onto your bed, crying, you were sick of their fighting. it was hurting you just as much ass it was them. you heard a new voice downstairs, raised over your parents. you hear the familiar patten of footsteps. 

your bedroom door opens, revealing a very mad y/bf. 

"oh Baby girl," he says swooping you up in his arms, holding you to his chest. 

He laid you oh his chest, wrapping your body up with his arms, gently running his hand through  your hair.

"I'm so sorry angel.. why didn't you call me?" he asked you, as your sobs subsided.

"I didn't w-wanna bother y-y-you y/bf{" you choked out, rubbing your eyes.

" you could never bother me, your my angel, my girl.. it's my job to make sure my angel is ok.. she's my gift from heaven... i need to look after you Angel" he said,  caressing yourc heek, placing a kiss on your forehead , gently placing your head back on his chest.

"Go to sleep My Angel."