𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘.
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𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘.
@pastguns
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⠀ he flashes her an irresistible grin , before protesting his innocence . “ what ? can i help you with anything ? “ he keeps up the grin , knowing she’ll see through his fake innocence . ⠀

⠀ throws a scrunched up ball of paper at @pastguns whilst she’s working at her desk . is he bored ? maybe . ⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “ i know , i know . you’re right . “ he shrugged , slightly , leaning into her as a form of comfort . “ thank you . . . “ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ he sighs softly . “ i just — “ he hesitates . “ it’s just been so long , but it’s still raw ? “ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ he shrugs softly , gently tilting one way to lean against her . “ i just can’t help it , sometimes . . . i don’t know why . “ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ he shook his head softly , gently placing a hand on her pregnancy bump . “ no . . . i’m okay , now . i know it’s just a dream , now . before it was hard . you remember , right ? “ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ he just nodded , not saying much more than that . “ i don’t really remember it . he was just there , again . “ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ he harshly swallows as he looks over at her with a soft smile and a knowing nod . “ yeah — fine . don’t worry . “ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ he’s suddenly awake . it’s god knows what time . he’s in a cold sweat . heavy breathing . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀ he nods slowly , his hand doing circles down the small of her back . “ do you want me to phone the doctor ? “ ⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “ it’s okay , i’m here . i’m not going anywhere . “ he spoke softly , making sure his comfort was felt as well as heard . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ he shuffles over , his arm going around her shoulder and letting her rest on him . “ hey , hey . it’s okay . it’s probably nothing , right ? and if it is , then we’ll sort it . together . “ a soft kiss is pressed on the top of her head , in comfort . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “ it’s okay , i’m here . just breathe slowly . . . in and out . “ he mimicked the breathing pattern , slow and deliberate , one hand on her back gently rubbing in circles . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “ already ? “ he mumbled as he rolled over to face her , rubbing his eyes somewhat to improve his vision . “ what can i do to help you ? “ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ an exhale, not wanting her to fuss. “i fell off my bike,” he says, simply, examining his cut in the mirror. “i’m fine.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ gently moving hair to the side, trying to bandage an open cut by his temple. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀


giving her a biiiig squeeze. she has missed her.


