#feels wrong leaving him without a caption but w/e...

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[mrsmctominay]

sanch fluff alphabet pls xxxx

Fluff Alphabet- Jadon Sancho

A- Activities He loves being in the kitchen with you. He will always be looking for new recipes for dinner or baked goods that you can cook together, or if you're already cooking something he will find a way to help.

B- Beauty Your determination in life is so attractive to him. The way that you won't give up until somethings done or you will always go back to fix it if it's not done correctly. You will never leave something half done or half asses. It gets done right or not at all.

C- Comfort Jadon isn't AMAZING with feelings, but he sure tries his best. He thinks that he doesn't do a good job but there has never been a time that you've been left upset when he's around. He will pull you into his chest and stroke your hair until you've calmed down before talking to you to try and figure the situation out.

D- Dreams He doesn't talk to you much about the future, but he definitely think's about it when he is alone. He constantly imagines having a little him or you running around and what you would be like as a mum.

E- Equal Jadon is the type of guy that wants the media to think he's the dominant one, but deep down he is a big softie. He prefers when you take the lead when it comes to decision making and how to solve problems.

F- Fight He hates to admit when he's wrong, so he always expects you to apologise first. Sometimes you wait it out and won't talk to him for hours and usually he will apologise because he doesn't like not talking to you and he gets annoyed when you tease him for owning up.

G- Gratitude He is very good at acknowledging that you make him a better person and that you lit up his life from the moment you met. He tells you everyday how amazing you are and that he loves you.

H- Honesty He tells you everything and if he doesn't, its' because he forgot. He loves to gossip but he doesn't even realise he's doing it most of the time, it's just normal conversation for the two of you at this point.

I- Inspiration You inspired him to become a nicer and more open. Before, Jadon was quite cold and reserved. He didn't really speak about anything to anyone but now he's a lot better. The only thing he wants to work on is talking about and understanding feelings.

J- Jealous

Jadon has full trust in you so he knows that you're just fucking with him when you talk to guys in the club. He always dart's a dirty look towards anyone that looks at you with googly eyes.

K- Kiss

He was already practically an expert when the two of you had your first kiss, you however were not. He took it slow with you and told you exactly what to do and if you were doing a good job or not. It wasn't awkward at all because he made you feel so comfortable before and during the kiss.

L- Love

Jadon confesses his love through money. He would buy you anything you want in a heartbeat. You don't ask for much which annoys him, so usually he just buys whatever he thinks would look good on you or what he thinks you will like.

M- Marriage

He does want to marry you, but you've never really spoke about it. He wants to propose at some kind of party, be it your birthday or a christmas party. He wants to do it with all of your friends and family around.

N- Nickname 'My princess', 'My baby', 'little one' (these are the ones from dating would include). These are the ones he uses on the daily, he changes between them depending on what you're talking about but you always know what to expect.

O- On Cloud Nine He always brags about you to his teammates, like they can't get him to shut up about you. If he hears someone talk about something you like or if they do something that you do, he jumps right at them and lets them know. It's very clear that he is in love.

P- PDA He likes to show others that you're his and only his. He will wrap his arm around your shoulder/waist or hold your hand and if you've been out at night he will carry either you or your shoes.

Q- Quirk He's good at sensing when you're upset or uncomfortable in a public setting. He will either whisper reassuring things into your ear or give you a text to let you know that it's okay and that he is there.

R- Romance He's romantic in a funny way. He will buy rose petals just to spell out dirty things on the bed, or he will send you links to cheesy love songs when he's away. He never fails to put cute captions on posts/instagram stories of the two of you though.

S- Support He is 100% your biggest fan. He is always there to cheer you on. He supports you during your highs and lows and never fails to make you believe in yourself.

T- Thrill He will try something new but only if you want to. If it doesn't appeal to his s/o then it doesn't appeal to Jadon. So he definitely doesn't mind routine but he likes change every now and then also.

U- Understanding Jadon knows you well, like, way too well. He pays attention to you so well that its imprinted into his brain what you need at what time. It makes you feel comforted that he pays attention to you as much as he does.

V- Value Your relationship is one of the most important things in Jadon's life. He cannot imagine his life without you as you play such a huge part in it. You and his footballing career are level with each other in terms of most important, but as soon as he gets to where he wants to be, you will be no1.

W- Wild Card He always falls asleep on you. Whenever he gets home from training or a match he comes right over to you and falls asleep. It's hard to get him to move but as long as he's happy then...

X- XOXO Of course! I mean, this is Jadon were on about. He's just a big baby who would rather lay on you until your whole body is numb than anything else.

Y- Yearning He gets super grouchy when you're apart. He finds himself snapping at his teammates every so often or will be walking about with a sour face all day.

Z- Zebra He's not big on wanting a pet right now. Of course, in the future he wants something, maybe a cat.

[vinylhazza]

ok but like having a really bad day and then when you get home e gets mad @ you for something and since your day has already been shitty, him being upset w you is like the last straw so you start to cry and then him being all soft and feeling bad bc he didn’t know you didn’t have a good day and he hates to see you cry 🥺

you’d been yelled at by your boss for something you didn’t even do. falsely accused of screwing up in a business meeting. and being the kind person what did you do? you took the blame for your friend/co-worker. you really took the slander with pride, but in your car? the tears wouldn’t stop.

you always aimed to impress and you loathed people being mad at you and being embarassed. in your opinion there was nothing worse. and maybe that’s the one thing you would fix about yourself and wish one day to leave behind - stop trying to please everyone and stick up for yourself.

the worst part is she never even thanked you, just watched you swing your purse over your shoulder with blushing cheeks when you briskly walked through the office and slammed your finger into the button in the elevator that was much too slow after what just happened.

you just wanted to go home to ethan and hold him until you forgot that disappointed look on your boss’ face while he lectured you on good work ethic. you were amazing at your job, really. you just stuck up for that bitch brianna for the simple reason that you didn’t want her to be mad. it was a lose, lose situation all around. but you would change your decision and re-do that conversation if you could - tell your boss she fucked up and not you. tell your boss she costed the company business with one of the largest corporations they’d ever worked with. but you can’t turn back time.

you kept your mouth shut until your slammed your car door shut...and then you screamed. at the top of your lungs. you bursted into a rage that had tears running down your heated cheeks. how dare that bitch look at you with a smug smirk - oh you wish you could smack that stupid fucking look off her face. you had worked your ass off to get this job, it was your dream.

you had jumped through hoops and built an image for yourself that you always wished you would have. you were well respected which is something you’ve always had to fight for. you showed integrity and grit - everything a business would want. and all you can think about is that horrid conversation about “morals” and “values” and “what you can do to fix this behavior”...he even asked you to persuade them to work with the business still.

it was a traumatic day and you just needed ethan to hold you close. you needed him to kiss it away and talk you down and take a hot bath with you and snuggle into the sheets, maybe hum your favorite songs like he does when you’re upset or anxious. you needed your man right now after this day. you just needed ethan.

but when you walked through the house and saw him standing in the kitchen, hands on the counter, head hung low, shoulders slumped, you grew anxious once again. he didn’t look happy in the slightest. you almost didn’t speak to him, near turned your sorrowful ass around and went straight back to the bedroom. but instead you set your keys on the counter, purse on the table, and walked in to stand beside him.

you can feel the tension hovering in the air, thick as molasses. when he looks up, his eyes show his emotion plain as day, angry. you’d only ever seen him angry on a few occasions, but it was never at you.

“you wanna explain to me what the fuck is going on y/n?” he deadpanned, standing up tall with bulging arms crossed over his broad chest. he’s looking down at you with this look...like he doesn’t even want to be here. like he wants to be anywhere else but here having this conversation.

you’re frozen in place. you actually can’t believe that 1. your boss was pissed at you and 2. the one person that could make it better is pissed at you. it was the world laughing in your face is what it was.

“no? i really don’t know what’s going on ethan i just got back from work-“ you try to stifle the fire with a calm voice.

“don’t give me that bullshit, i saw the picture,” his voice raising an octave higher.

“what picture ethan what the hell are you talking about?!” you’re panicking now, lost in a dark haze of confusion while he looks at you with that same disappointment in his eyes. with every step you take towards him, he takes a step back, not letting you touch him.

it genuinely feels like the world might come crashing down, your breathing shallowing out, knees getting weaker, eyes filling at the waterline. what the hell is going on here and what picture is he talking about? you are always either at work, with him, or with your best friend at all times. so whatever picture(s) he is pissed about must be a mistake.

“that’s real nice, play dumb. if you don’t want to be with me, then say something, but this? really? i really thought i meant more than that but i guess not,” he turns to walk away, shaking his head at you, disgusted by something you know nothing about.

and then the tears fall.

“baby i- i really d-don’t know what y-your talking about please d-don’t be mad at me whatever it is i didn’t m-mean-“ you hiccup, holding your palms to your face while you have your breakdown in the middle of the kitchen, legs giving out beneath you. you expect to sink to the floor, but instead feel strong arms wrap around you tight, keeping you standing and pressing you into into ethans chest.

he realized quite quickly he was dead fucking wrong about what he’d seen on the internet. he had jumped the gun too quickly without giving you a chance to explain. he never even let you get a word in. but that was irrelevant at this point because you’re gasping for breath in his arms, clinging to him like a lifeline. he had seen a picture of you with another man, a man that was cupping your face while you kissed. it had spread around twitter like wildfire with captions like:

“and to think he said she was the one last week”

“i done told y’all she was sketch”

“she’s a fucking cheater and i knew it”

“making our baby look dumb, y/n i just wanna talk”

“a whole ass 🤡 who would cheat on ethan fucking dolan?”

“guess that means we were right all along”

“you can even see in the picture she doesn’t feel bad about it. makes it even worse.”

“tHeY aRe mEaNt tO bE all of you look so dumb right now huh? clearly she’s a fake bitch that used him for the clout and the money”

“so who’s coming to fight her with me?”

“drop the adress i just wanna talk”

“this right here is why they don’t date 🤷🏻‍♀️ but y’all ain’t ready to talk about that”

it hit him like a ton of bricks, actually making him sick to his stomach, absolutely heartbroken. he loved you with his entire fucking heart, adored you and everything that came with you...but how could you do this? when was this picture taken? why would you play dumb when he knows you’re on the same internet he is, you can obviously see.

but...something wasn’t right. he knew that as soon as you broke down into his arms in a fit of hysterics, he was wrong and he could feel it. whatever and whoever that man in the picture is...he would hear it from you and you alone. the woman he trusted. but right now you needed him, so he rocked you in his arms and pushed his suspisions aside for the time being.

“shhh calm down sweetheart, it’s okay, i’m right here,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head, a hand rubbing your back while the sobs die down to sniffles. he waits for you to calm down from your breakdown patiently, feeling like nothing but a dick for being so harsh when he didn’t even know the full story.

when you back up to hold his hands, looking up to see his face soft and worried, you nearly cry again. you had no idea what was going on but you did know you needed him and needed him to not be mad at you. whatever you had to do to calm his anger or whatever was making him act this way, you would.

“wanna tell me what’s wrong baby?” he questions calmly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, bringing one of your hands up to his lips for a kiss on the knuckles, getting that tiny little smile out of you he loved so much.

“i just...had a horrible freaking day at work. i got screwed over and i’m worried it’s to the point on no return and i’ve lost respect at the one place i’ve worked so hard to excel at,” you mumble quietly, rubbing your nose and swiping the tears from your cheeks.

to have him being gentle with you is all you needed all day. you know you need to talk about that blowup he had when you came home, but for right now you’re taking what you can get.

“explain everything to me bubs, let’s go,” he tucks your hand in his own, waiting for you to slip your shoes off and hear the patter of your feet follow him across the house, down the hall, and into the bedroom.

“don’t you wanna talk about...whatever that was?” you’re so confused, why is he being so loving if he sounded that betrayed and angry? he was too good to you.

“we can talk about that later, now lay back against me and spill,” he rests back against the headboard, patting his stomach twice, indicating for you to rest between his legs and lay back against his chest.

you can’t argue with that when it’s been what you’ve longed for all day. so you slip your blazer off and toss it in the hamper, walk to the closet and grab the tshirt of his you always wear to bed and a pair of sweats to change into. when you’re done changing and have your hair in a messy bun on top of your head, you’re slipping onto the bed and resting back against his warm chest.

within an instant his arms wrap around you and you’re ranting feverishly about the day from hell. you explain everything from the coffee spill in the car to briannas fuck up all the way to the big boss man busting your ass in his office for nearly an hour. he’s listening patiently, nodding his head and humming, placing kisses to your shoulders every now and then, even a little “fuck her” when you really get going about briannas betrayal. he lets you get it all out of your system with open ears.

when your all done and tired out, you feel like the weight has been lifted and you can sink back into him further, your eyes closing and head falling back onto his shoulder. he rubs your arms all the way down to your hands, where he plays with your fingertips. within a few seconds he’s providing you with advice that is actually soothing you more than anything, explaining what to say to your boss and how. he’s assuring you that all hope isn’t lost and your respect is fragile but still intact, you just need to fight for yourself because you worked too hard to be made into a mockery.

he can feel you relax with every word he says near your ear, he knows it’s working. when he’s given you all that he can and you agree that it would be the best option to explain in full the misunderstanding and ensure your boss that no, it wasn’t your mistake but you are willing to turn the situation around because you have the skill to do so. a redemption so to say. it’s exactly what you needed to hear and it blows your mind that he always has the right words - well...sometimes.

“okay so now that we’re done with that...wanna talk to me about this ‘picture’ you saw?” you ponder, picking at a string hanging from the sweatpants.

he decides he needs to word things a little better this time now that he has a level head. he acted out of anger and pain and that is most certainly not what you need, especially today.

“i went on twitter this afternoon and saw a picture of you with another man.” there he said it. take it or leave it. what you say next will be what heals or breaks his heart.

he’s sort of surprised when you don’t tense up in his arms, you simply hold out your hand.

“can i see?” your gesture to his phone, remembering yours is still in your purse in the kitchen.

he nods silently, reaching for the device on the nightstand and setting it into your open palm. you put in your fingerprint and click on the twitter app, knowing what you’re about to see is obviously some big misunderstanding that (once again) got blown out of proportion and twisted into something it wasn’t. the joys of social media and stan twitter.

you immediately see this picture everyone is losing their minds over, knowing immediately how it might look. but you also know you were correct in your theory and everyone has it so wrong.

the picture is of you and your ex kissing, him holding your face, three years ago. your hair was the same color and length, you can see why there might have been some confusion. but it was still misconstrued and wrong.

“so?” ethan waits anxiously for you to say something since you’ve been staring silently at the screen for about three minutes now and haven’t said a word.

you know words hold weight, but backing up those words will mean more to him than anything. so you choose not the speak at all. you head over to little ole facebook, something you rarely use, but something that will ease his mind right here right now.

you log out of his account and log into one of yours that should have been deleted when you made your new account. you click on the “pictures” option and scroll until you land on a collection of pictures to go along with the one of you kissing your ex. you simply show ethan the collection of different poses of you two in the same place, smiling, serious faces, a cheesy “couples” photo shoot. you then show him the date the photos were uploaded, seeing his eyes widen and cheeks turn rosy with the realization that the internet, once again, flipped out for no reason.

“remember the ex that cheated on me with my roommate from college?” you speak softly, knowing he’s quite embarassed for his actions and making you feel worse on your horrible day. he nods.

“i’m guessin’ that’s cody” is all he responds with.

he just knew he was wrong. someone had found this public facebook and discovered these photos with your ex and plastered the one of you kissing all over twitter, instagram, you name it - it was there. they twisted the image and made it into something it wasn’t. they had made him overthink and become insecure, worried that you didn’t want him. of course you were loyal, you’ve never shown him any different.

“fuck i’m really an ass aren’t i?” he chuckles, throwing his head back and shaking his head in disbelief that he was dead wrong about something. what was he thinking? as if you could ever love or much less look at anyone else besides him.

“no honey, just...maybe let me explain before you immediately freak out on me yeah? i need conversation not accusations,” your tone soft and easy, knowing he feels bad.

“i’m sorry for getting a little mean with you,” he apologizes sincerely, hugging you closer to his chest and leaning in to kiss you on the cheek.

“it’s okay, i forgive you. we were both just a little frazzled today, that’s all. lack of communication can do that sometimes. the internet is a scary place,” you reason. this day has been one hell of a day, kicking both of your asses mentally. it’s something as simple as a picture taken out of context or a bad day at work that can cause a pointless blow up, but at least you know how to tackle these situations together and not point the finger until you know the facts. it’s growth and that’s never a bad thing.

but now you need what you’ve needed all day. you can tell he needs it too. all the crying, the frustration, the straining of your brain to comprehend the plethora of daily bullshit was exhausting.

“wanna take a bath with me bubba?” your tone hopeful. you know he’s comfortable, but you also know all the extra tension is cured with a nice bubble bath.

it doesn’t even take him but a second to nod with a fond relieved smile, tilting your head up to give you a kiss.

“bubbles?” he questions hopefully, standing you both up from the bed and pulling his shirt over his head while you remove the tshirt and sweats you just slipped on - you’d just wear them after.

“bubbles” you conclude with a grin.

[cncohdamn]

Zabdiel - 36: “We’ll figure it out”

Word count: 1,700+

look at me I’m back y’all

I hope this isn’t bad, I’m a little rusty. Enjoy!!

It’s been 5 months with this gentle giant and you’re probably the happiest you’ve been in a long time. His calm and relaxed nature took away your stress and anxiety, and his goofy and silly side brought joy and sunshine to your life. His hugs and embraces surrounded you with warmth; his kisses were sweet, tender, and caring. You loved him so much in such a short amount of time, and he felt the exact same.

And that’s probably how you ended up here, sitting on the bathroom floor, silently bawling your eyes out with the stick in your hand. That little stick changed everything within seconds. The plus sign. Four sticks and four plus signs later, the reality of it all was yet to sink in.

Recently you started feeling nauseous in the morning, only chalking it up to be a cold or from bad food. Your cycle was relatively regular so when you missed your period your heart sunk like a ship inside your chest.

With the proof right in front of you, you thought back since your last period. The boys brought you clubbing a couple nights, and in the midst of drunken love, you two may have forgotten a condom a time or two. Mistake number one.

The two of you had been intimate in your relationship for a while now and not once did birth control cross your mind. Condoms should be good enough, right? Not when you forget them. Mistake number two.

“Amor, ¿todos bien?” Zabdiel’s voice called from the other side of the bathroom door. He had stayed at your place for the night, but you thought he was asleep.

“Oh, e-everything’s fine!” You tried your best to mask the noticeable change in your voice from crying. “I was just gonna get in the shower!”

“Do you want me to join?” He chuckled. It made you happy, but as you stared at that pink and white stick, his words kind of stung.

“I’m running late for work amor, maybe next time.” What a stupid excuse.

“Pues, I’m going to go meet Richard, I’ll call you later cariña. Te quiero.” He made a kissy noise barely audible through the wooden door.

“Te quiero más.”

You waited to hear the front door shut before you tossed the stick in with the others in the trash, wrapped the bag up, and snuck it downstairs to the dumpster to hide the evidence.

You did actually shower and go to work despite the stress.

“(Y/N), you’re practically glowing,” your coworker said.

“Oh, thank you. It’s this new skin routine,” you lied, giving a small fake smile.

—

After work in the safety of your apartment, you called your best friend, ready to cry. The second she said hello you blurted out the news.

“(Y/F/N), I’m pregnant.”

“What?” She said, surprise in her voice. “Are you playing with me right now?”

“No,” you sniffled, “I missed my period and took four tests, all positive. What am I going to do?”

“Have you told Zabdiel yet?” She questioned.

“No, how can I tell him that? Our relationship has barely been made public, what if it ruins his career?” You started to choke on your words now, hot tears streaming down your red cheeks.

“(Y/N) it’ll be okay. Maybe schedule a doctors appointment and see what they say, and how far along you are. This will give you some time to think and weigh your options,” she sighed. “Do you want me to come over? I can bring ice cream.”

“I’ll see if I can make an appointment,” you mumbled. “I could always go for some ice cream,” You brought up your scratchy sleeves and wiped your eyes dry.

Not long after your phone call your best friend showed up at your door, a few different flavors of ice cream in hand. You two spent the night watching movies and eating junk food, something the two of you had always done together to unwind.

—

Your doctor predicted you to be about a month along. You still haven’t told Zabdiel, and you weren’t sure if you even could. You wanted him to be happy, and you wanted the best for his career. A baby would interfere with that. Hell, you even interfered with that. When the public found out he had a girlfriend, they nearly lost their minds. The backlash was insane. You couldn’t force him to go through that again with the baby. It would be even worse than just a dating scandal - he was having a child with a girl he hadn’t even been dating for a year.

A month passed by and you had seen the doctor again since then, only telling your boyfriend you were feeling sick to your stomach.

“What did the doctor say amor?” Zabdi asked with a little pout, his hand cupping the side of your face as he pecked your forehead.

“Oh, I just have a stomach virus, I’ll be okay,” you smiled, leaning up to peck his lips.

“Are you okay to go celebrate Joel’s birthday?” His hand found his way to yours, fingers intertwining.

“Sí, I’m perfectly okay, don’t worry.” You reassured him and gave his hand a squeeze. “I’ll go get ready.”

You threw on a pair of leggings and a hooded sweatshirt. Thankfully you weren’t going clubbing or partying, it was just a little get-together with a group of people at Richard’s house, so it was more laid back and casual. You slid into your sneakers and left for your friend’s party with your doting boyfriend by your side.

“¡Feliz cumpleaños mi Joelito!” You shouted when he opened the door, surprising him with a big hug.

“Gracias, (Y/N),” he chuckled. Zabdiel handed him his gift and gave him a hug with a similar greeting.

“Feliz cumpleaños, hermano.”

You left them to talk and greeted the other boys on your way to the kitchen. You nibbled on a slice of pizza and handed Zabdiel a slice when he found you.

“Want a glass of champagne, baby?” Your boyfriend asked, grabbing one for himself.

“Mm, no, thank you. I don’t really want to drink tonight.”

“What? (Y/N) doesn’t want a drink?” Richard teased, grabbing a beer from the fridge. “That’s weird.”

“You’re weird,” you joked, munching on some chips. You dipped a chip in some mustard and ketchup you had mixed on a plate.

“Says the girl eating chips with burger condiments.”

“It’s so good, though!” You exclaimed, taking another bite.

“Want some popcorn?” Zabdi asked, gesturing the bowl.

The greasy, buttery smell bothered you to the point you nearly threw up in your mouth.

“No, thank you,” you shook your head, not looking at the food.

“¿Qué? You normally love popcorn,” he said. Eventually, he shrugged and set the bowl to the side. “I’m going to go find Chris,” he said and quickly pecked your temple before leaving the kitchen.

“So what’s the deal, (Y/N)?” Richard asked in a hushed voice once the kitchen was clear, leaning against the counter near you.

You raised a brow. “What do you mean?”

“You’re dressed down for a party, you’re eating weird shit, you refuse to eat your favorites, you’re not drinking at a party…”

“We all have weird food combos we like, and I just.. don’t want popcorn right now.”

“The other day when we went out for fast food you dipped your fries in your milkshake. People do it, but you don’t. You usually dog on Chris for eating it that way. You just decided it was a great food combination all the sudden?” Richard interrogated. He pulled at the pocket of your sweatshirt.

“And what’s this? It’s not very cold out and you’re at a party. I’ve dealt with these signs firsthand, (Y/N). Trying to hide something?”

“Richard, I can’t tell him.” He broke you. He saw right through you.

“How far along are you?” He sighed.

“About… about two months… or more…” you averted your eyes to the floor.

“Two months?” Richard shouted without realizing it until after. “You have to tell Zabdiel, he deserves to know.” He was softer with his words this time.

“Richard, I can’t tell him!”

“Tell me what?” Zabdiel interrupted, standing near the kitchen door.

You rapidly shifted your gaze to your confused boyfriend.

“I,” you nearly whispered, “I…”

Tears began to flow like waterfalls down your cheeks, sending Zabdi into a panic.

“Amor, why are you crying? What’s wrong?” The giant hurried to your side and wrapped one lanky arm around your frame, his thumb on the opposite hand wiping away every tear he could.

“I’m pregnant,” you finally blurted out.

“P-please don’t hate me.” You mumbled after a moment of deafening silence.

“Amor, mírame mi vida, how could I hate you?” He tilted your chin up.

“I don’t want th-this to wreck everything you’ve w-worked so h-hard for,” you were sobbing at this point, choking on the words you’ve been thinking over and over since you found out.

“It won’t, I promise, it won’t,” he hushed you, holding you close to him as if his life depended on it. “We’ll figure it out. Baby, it will be okay.”

“But your fans don’t like me already,” you sniffled, using the cuff of your sweatshirt’s sleeve to dab at the tears your boyfriend missed.

“Well, Richard has Aaliyah, doesn’t he? Y él todavía está aquí.” His manly arms trapped you against his abdomen.

Your dainty hands reached up and held onto his biceps while your head rested on his chest. “I guess so…”

“You know what?” He dropped an arm and rummaged through his pocket to grab his phone. Zabdiel, still holding you close with his other arm, extended his phone into the air. Hidden in his embrace, the only thing the camera could see was your puffy, wet eye and Zabdiel’s happy, goofy smile. He added another photo of the two of you that you had taken on your third date.

“What are you doing?” You whined.

Instagram was pulled up on his phone. His thumb moved at a rapid pace as he typed the caption: “Today is the best day of my life. I found out my beautiful novia is pregnant with my beautiful baby. Estoy tan feliz. I hope you’re all happy for us, too. Te amo mucho, mi vida @(your insta handle) ❤️”

His phone blew up the second after he hit ‘Post.’ The majority of the comments were nice and congratulating.

“Way to steal the limelight, guys!” Joel shouted from the other room.

Zabdiel gave you a squeeze as you both chuckled.

“I told you it would be okay. Us and our future baby will be okay.”

[lauraramargosian]

90 Day fiancé: Happily Ever after is real talk.

90 Day fiancé: Happily Ever after is real talk.

90 Day fiance: Happily Ever Positive Celebrity rating: 8/10 Watch on: Hulu

90 Day fiance: Happily Ever after is real talk, the whole cast and crew did a great job on this production.

Ultimately, marriage isn’t easy.

For instance, it’s not easy when you Marry someone who may have other plans instead of honest truth.

Further, the show gives insight into many situations, such as getting married for a green card and then ditching out on your spouse.

In fact, Hulu has a show that shows you the problems that newlyweds have struggled face.

The emotion in each of the cast’s stories can truly be felt.

Equally important, there are struggles even we can say “wow, I know what that feels like, it sucks.”

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90 Day Fiance: Happily Ever after brings you a cast that does not hold back from the the good, the bad, the ugly.

One of the most touching episodes is between Danielle and Mohamed.

Mohamed traveled all the way from Israel to marry the love of his life, Danielle.

Let’s just say, leaving your friends and family behind after you get married can hurt your parents and your friends.

Honestly, with this in mind, the thought that we all have had “the moment my friend got married, we just stopped talking,” hits a home run.

The show is a great reminder that the healthiest way to end any relationship or friendship is with the same respect it began.

I mean, what’s the point in being bitter?

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Unfortunately, there are people in the world who just won’t accept an apology. That’s their loss and you did your best to mend the cuts.

90 day fiancé: Happily Ever After doesn’t JUST share stories, it’s educational. For example, the way the show has made me think about people in my past and present.

For instance, I once had a friend that just dropped me but that doesn’t mean I didn’t do anything wrong.

It takes two to tango.

After a year, I attempted to mend things, whilst she believed I was addressing her adultery. To be honest, she was one of my best friends but when I see someone do wrong, I speak up. It was a lose-lose situation.

Isn’t it true not saying anything would have caused drama?

Instead, she decided to continue seeing this man, whose (still wife) at the time was sending him divorce papers.

It’s a reality show that makes you see things differently, it makes you thankful for even your losses in life.

90 Day Fiance: Happily Ever After is the kinda show anyone can watch and actually get pulled into the show.

Our advice, never settle for less than you deserve, listen to your friends.

They aren’t looking through rose-colored glasses.

Friends give the best advice, be patient with yourself and never give up on finding your number one partner.

Check out the show on Hulu, Amazone Prime, YouTube, Google Play, iTunes, and Vudu.

For those who have seen the show, what do you think?

Let us know in the comments below.

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