He chuckled. “That was my fault. I shouldn’t have pushed you; I should have left it as it was”.

“I don’t want to fight with you anymore Jake”. I was tired. I was done with this whole thing. I wanted us to be together, to start our life’s together without any more hiccups.

“How are you feeling?”.

“Better”. I lifted my head from his chest. “But I still feel rubbish”. And moved myself off his lap.

“Do you hate me?”. He asked.

Hate was a strong word. He frustrated ...