Hanging On By A Thread - Blog Posts

Love

Such a small word and used so many times when it shouldn't be. I know this all to well because I was one of the worst at it but not deliberately I thought it was love till around 18 months ago when I met her. She lit a fire inside my heart like nothing I'd ever felt. And I thought I did her the same for around 14 months then the truth all came out and left me shattered and broken. Guess that's what happens when you fall in love with a married woman yet here we are still together since her husband didn't want her back even though she tried I became her second choice and I took it. I was thinking things would change like she had promised they would yet they didn't are once flaming love has now became a chared pile of ruble we still love each other or at least I do but there was a change a big one the girl that use to laugh and smile with those big blue eyes was now just a broken woman broken just like me her husband had cut her out just like she did me and every time I look at her I see the sadness of a failed marriage and a broken relationship I'll always love her and only time will tell if we as a couple will survive it and if not hopefully we can still be friends but then again ex's don't make good friends they only hinder you from moving on with your life and can very well cause you to miss out on something great. Girl no matter what I'll always love you and you will always be my sexy thang 😓😓😗

plsss i am begging you to write something for your save a horse ride a cowgirl moodboard, cowgirl!abby would actually send me into cardiac arrest pls and thanks 🙏🏽🙏🏽

tags | abby x reader, domestic fluff, farmer / cowgirl abby

The soft, melodic croon of Patsy Cline's voice echoed throughout the small, rustic kitchen where you resided. The broken-hearted lyrics bounced tenderly off the paint-chipped walls, bidding a sweet farewell through the open window above the kitchen sink. Like fluttering birds, the lace curtains that covered said window swayed gently with the summer breeze; wafting through the small space and bringing with it the smell of upcoming rain and honeysuckles, mixed with the earthy embers of a fire burning somewhere nearby.

After a long, hard day of sitting around doing absolutely nothing, this is just what you needed.

Though, it wasn't like you chose to do nothing- however much you may have loved this arrangement. If it were up to you, you'd be out there right alongside Abby as she plowed the fields, worked tirelessly with the horses or shoveled their manure.

But it wasn't up to you.

Abby made it clear from the get-go that her job was to take care of the homestead, and your job was to sit around and look pretty until she was done. Who were you to argue with that? Well, you were to begin with, but you negotiated, happily settling on cooking Abby three meals a day, and handling the little things here and there.

Which is what you were doing now.

With sud-soaked hands, dish water up to your elbows and pruning the tips of your otherwise soft fingers, your hips swayed in time with the music. The sound of your own voice humming along to the song made it easy to miss the sound of the front screen door opening with a soft squeak of the hinges- something Abby had been meaning to fix, but hadn't gotten around to.

Heavy boots thudded on the ground, attending to the various floor types between the front door and the kitchen as the soles padded quietly on the carpet, until finally squeaking against the linoleum that made up the entirety of the kitchen.

"Hi, baby.." Abby mumbled, her voice raspy and laced with exhaustion as her calloused, overworked hands found home on your hips, pressing herself into you from behind as she nuzzled her sunburnt face into the crook of your neck. The brim of her cowboy hat pressed into your jawline as she planted soft, evenly placed kisses along the expanse of your neck and shoulder.

"Hi.." You breathed out, unable to hide the giddy smile from pulling to your lips as you tilted your head ever-so-slightly. Dishes forgotten, you let the glass plate you were once holding drift to the bottom of the sink with a muffled thud, pulling your arms out of the water, and wiping them on a nearby towel, all while Abby kept herself tucked into your neck.

One sweet kiss after the other, the feeling of Abby's soft, sleepy hums muffled against your neck, prickling goosebumps along the surface of your ticklish skin as you giggled. "What?" she questioned- though the sound was barely audible, morphing into nothing but gibberish as she squeezed the pliable skin of your hips.

"Nothing," You insisted, turning around in Abby's embrace- to which she whined in disagreement of your action, missing your neck.

Now facing the sleepy girl, you gazed up into her hooded eyes. Freckles peppered along her sun-kissed cheeks like constellations, each one never left unkissed when she was in your presence- her freckles had to be your favorite thing. Flicking the brim of her hat a little higher on her forehead, you noticed the pinkish color of her skin, the beginning of a sun tan developing in the form of a funny-looking line on her forehead; pink and pale-colored skin contrasting.

"You hungry?" You asked as your hand reached up to cup Abby's cheek, your thumb brushing against her cheekbone as you admired all that she was. She leaned into your palm, inhaling a deep breath she let out as a soft sigh of contentment.

"Mm, no," She declined. "Just sleepy." She then blinked at you, resembling a sad, pitiful puppy as the oceanic radiance that swirled in her irises bored into you. "Just sleepy.." She repeated, an almost dream-like twang to her voice as she sighed; a long, drawn-out, huhhh..

All that Abby was, subtle wasn't one of them. You couldn't help but laugh- snort, really. Your hand dropped from her cheek, brushing down to the end of the golden braid that cascaded around her broad shoulder. You gave it a small tug. "You wanna nap?"

In nonverbal response, Abby all but tore your arm from its socket as she dragged you upstairs.