"I really like women who get emotional about babies and puppies. I've met some incredibly cool women who are tough, but the woman you marry should have a really soft side."
key:
* (features smut and/or is smut),
* (fluff),
* (angst)
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Content warnings: Angst, fluff, language, talk of death and trauma
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The floor was cold under your toes when you stood, disorientated from sleep. You were parched, stumbling out of the bedroom in the dark. The hallway was lit by a night lamp, and upon hearing you, Dodger padded in. His claws clicked on the wooden floor as he followed you to the kitchen, silently panting.
You took a glass of cold water from the Brita and leaned against the counter. A shadow scared you and you almost choked on your water. "Chris, holy shit, you scared me."
Chris just sniffled.
"Chris?"
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He came forward, and in the moonlight seeping in through the window, you could see tears glistening on his cheeks.
"Chris, what happened?" you asked, setting the glass on the counter and going to him. His cheeks were wet under your palms, warm from sleep. You tried looking into his eyes, but they were closed. "Chris, tell me," you whispered softly.
"I had a nightmare," he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours while you cradled his head.
"Oh," you hummed, kissing his nose. "Do you want to talk about it?"
He bent down to hug you, warm arms around your waist, pressing his face against your chest. "You were gone," he whispered. "I woke up and you weren't in bed."
"I was thirsty," you said, with a frown.
His face was completely pressed into your chest, tears soaking your pijama top. "I had a nightmare where you... you left me."
"Left you as in broke up?" you asked tentatively.
"No." He stood, tears drying on his face. "That you died." The last word came out almost inaudibly.
Some time ago, when the both of you were in Prague, you got into a car accident. You don't remember, what with falling into a coma, but Chris lived the most traumatic moment of his relationship with you. Among minor wounds, you suffered major blood loss, internal organ damage, cranial fracture, broken ribs, and a severe concussion. You were in a coma for six days, and Chris stayed by your side every second of it. For the first few days, the doctors and Chris feared for your life, but you pulled through. Since then, Chris was so protective and close to you that it even sometimes bothered your entourage. But never you.
"Hey, I'm here now," you said encouragingly, kissing his humid cheek.
"I keep thinking about that first night," he said in a low tone. "About that whole entire night when I was in the waiting room, and I didn't know if you were alive or dead. If you'd walk again. If you'd remember me."
You pressed your lips to his to stop him. Thinking about him like that, in such agony, made your heart twist as if someone was stabbing you. "It's over now," you whispered against his mouth. "I'm okay. I'm alive. Here." You took his hand and pressed it against your heart, letting him feel the beating. "I'm all fixed."
His mouth pulled at the edges. "I don't ever want to lose you."
