Requested by: To_Escape_Reality

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(Your PoV)

I opened the door to my house and stumbled inside. I had just gotten off work and my back and feet felt sore and I could barely keep my eyes open.

'Mark, I'm home!' I called out, tiredly.

Mark, my boyfriend, came out of his room, his bright smile already making me feel a little better. 'Hi. How was work?'

"Long." I said, yawning.

"Are you alright?"

I nodded. "Just sore and tired." I ran a hand through my hair. "How was your day?"

"Good." Mark replied. "Recorded a couple of videos."  He said nothing else and redirected the conversation. "Enough about my day. Anything exciting happen at work?"

I shook my head. "Not really."

His grin got a tiny bit wider. "You look tired."

"I know." I admitted. "It's been a long day."

"You're home now." Mark reminded me. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I don't know." I sighed.

Something had happened at work but was it worth talking about? I wasn't sure. Mark and I told each other everything but somethings I just didn't want to share.

"Angel?" Mark's voice broke into my thoughts and I realized I had spaced out for a moment.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Is everything ok?"

"Yeah." I sighed. I pondered for a moment them gave in to my indecisiveness. "Ok, something did happen at work but I don't want to talk about it. Just know that today was my last day."

Mark's face softened. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright. I'm just exhausted by everything that happened." I sat down on the couch.

Mark looked down at me, love reflecting in his eyes. "Have a nap, Angel." He said softly.

I looked up at him. Mark, the man I'd sworn to love all my life, suddenly looked like the most perfect boyfriend ever. I mean...he was, after all. And...A nap did sound good right about now. And I could never turn down any suggestions Mark made when he used that nickname for me.

I pulled myself up from the chair and slipped my arms around Mark's neck. He hugged me back, his lips meeting my forehead. "Ok. Will you stay with me?" I asked.

"Of course." He said.

I smiled at him, brushing the side of his face. "Thank you."

"Of couse, angel."

We went upstairs to our room and I changed out of my work unifrom. I then crawled into bed and Mark got next to me on top of the blankets. As I nestled into his chest, he started gently stroking my hair. He kissed the top of my head and I felt comforted. I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent.

"Feeling better yet?" He asked softly.

I smiled against him. With my head resting on his chest, he was warm and soft. "Yeah." I sighed, blissfully.

Mark's chest rumbled with a low chuckle. The more I laid there in his arms, listening to the steady rhythm of our breathing, the more it felt like all was right in the world. I slowly started to forget my day. He was so tender. He put his hand on my forehead and gently traced my brow.

Mark kissed my cheek softly. "Sleep well, angel."

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A/N: A little shorter than usual but I think it was still cute. Also so sorry this one took so long to get out ( a year to be exact) and as well as the next Mark one. There are things that just escape my mind and I'm gonna do better about making a list of all the requests I get so that I don't forget any.

So to  To_Escape_Reality, I'm so sorry this Mark one and the next Mark one (called Friendly Wager) took so long.