Since you had been working from home, your workload had somehow doubled. At first you didn't mind, you didn't have to travel to the office, and you could do your work in your underwear, so it was worth it for a while but when your boss started to add extra work it ended up overwhelming you. You tried not to complain but soon you were given more tasks than you physically could complete in the hours of work you were meant to complete, and your work and life started to merge with the latter being completely destroyed.

Your husband had been supportive especially when you had to express how you felt to your manager and the fear you felt with what would come from it. They assured you that the workload would lessen once people were back in the office and you had to take that ats the truth and until then, you just had to accept the stress. Everyday when Clint left for work, you had already been up with coffee and when he returned home you were still sat at your desk working.

Once again you were sat at your desk an hour after your shift was meant to be over when Clint came home early from work. You tried your best to stay focused on your task, but the computer screen suddenly went black, and you began to panic. You tried pressing the power button, but you then noticed Clint stood holding the plug.

"What are you doing?" You questioned.

"You should have finished an hour ago and I know you'll work until you have to sleep but I've bought dinner and snacks and we're going to watch your favourite film. You come first, not your job."

You tried to argue with him, but he practically dragged you from the study like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. He led you to the living room where everything was ready for the evening, apart from the bags of food he carried.

"Did you go to that Chinese place on the other side of the city?" You questioned as he started to take out the boxes of food.

"That's your favourite place," he stated but you could see a sense of uncertainty as though he had messed up.

"Yeah, but it takes forever to get there."

Clint shrugged his shoulders. "I don't mind, especially if it makes you happy."

You fell down in the sofa having forgotten what a comfortable seat, unlike your desk chair, felt like.

"I don't deserve you," you frowned.

He handed you a box of the food. "Don't say that. You deserve love and care, you just need to remember that and learn to give it to yourself."

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Written by Charlotte.

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