Our house was finally ready after six months of designing it and working on it. I sold my apartment almost immediately and was now living in our new house. Jensen had also brought most of his things from Vancouver and everything else that he kept in his parents' house.

He is coming tomorrow morning and I also asked for the day off tomorrow because it's my birthday tomorrow. But for tonight I'm alone again. I pour myself a glass of wine and I sit in the living room. I take a sip of wine and I look around at the house. Everything was perfect, as I dreamt of and it's finally ready. And it's not only mine. It's also Jensen's and I'm so grateful for that. I love him so much and I don't even care if he'll be here for maybe a day or two every week.

Tears start forming in my eyes so I take a deep breath and I drink the rest of my glass in a sip. I pour some more wine in the glass but I leave it on the coffee table. I look down at my hands and a tear falls from my eye. I sob and more tears roll down my cheeks. So I let it all out.

But a couple of minutes later I hear the door open and I wipe my tears quickly. I look at the door quickly and I see Jensen "I thought you were coming tomorrow" I say

"I know but I could come earlier so I did" he says and I nod but a silent sob accidently escapes my lips. "Baby? Baby, are you crying?" he asks throwing his suitcase on the floor and runs to me

"I'm fine" I say hiding my face from him. But he places his hand on my cheeks and wipes my tears with his thumb. "Baby, why are you crying?" he asks softly

"It's nothing. Really" I say

"(Y/N), please" he insists. I take a deep breath

"I said that it's nothing. I do that once in a while. It's just a way to get all the stress, the anger and all those ugly emotions out instead of start breaking things" I say.

"And why didn't I know that? Why didn't you tell me?" he asks

"Because you didn't need to know" I say

"What are you talking about? (Y/N), we are together for almost two years now and I thought that we were fine. Did I push you by asking you to move in together?" he asks

"No, no, you didn't push me. I wanted it to move in with you and I loved making our house. It's not your fault. It's the exact opposite actually" I say with a chuckle

"What?" he asks

"You make it better. You make me forget about all of that when you are here so I thought that you didn't need to know" I say.

"Baby, I need to know. I want to know because I love you and I want to be able to help you and make you feel better" he says

"You already do baby. From day one. That first night in your hotel room... You have no idea how much you helped me back then. And I can never thank you enough for everything you did and still do for me. I love you so much" I say and I kiss his lips softly.

"I love you too but promise me that next time you'll let me know when you don't feel ok. Even if it's through facetime" he says

"Jensen, you already do everything you can to be here for as much time as you can, so I don't want to make you feel worse" I say

"I will be worse if you let me in the dark because I'll be thinking all the time about if you're ok or not" he says

"Ok then, fine. I'll let you know" I say and he kisses me.

He wraps his arm around my shoulders "I love you" he says and kisses my head

"I love you too" I say and I hug him

"Now let's go to sleep because tomorrow is a special day" he says and kisses me

"Yes, it is" I say smiling. He picks me up quickly and carries my upstairs.