Aaron Warner Short Fanfics

Juliette injures herself & Aaron, her husband, wants to help her.

My husband and I sit beside each other at our table eating dinner and talking about our day. After we both finish our plates, I pick up our plates and place them in the kitchen sink. I start to run the water to wash the dishes when I feel my husband, Aaron Warner's arms wrap around my waist. His face against the side of my face, he kisses my cheek and let's go from holding my waist and reaches out to help, "I'll wash you rinse?" I smile at the considerate gesture and say, "You did it last night I can do it tonight." My husband replies, "Alright. I'll be in our room." I begin doing the dishes and rinses them and then I feel a sharp sting when I am washing a knife I immediately drop the knife and inspect the palm of my hand. The cut doesn't look too bad but it does sting. It's bleeding. After the bang of the knife being dropped in the sink, my husband calls, "Is everything okay, love? I thought I heard something." I try not to sound panicked when I yell back, "Nope everything is okay!" I hear him say okay and I pick up the dropped knife and clean it off and put it in the drying rack. I am thankful the knife was the last dish. I take a paper towel under the water and try to stop the bleeding. I wince. Unfortunately I have no such luck. It doesn't stop the bleeding. I hear my husband come into the kitchen and I quickly hide my hand to my side when he appears. I don't know exactly why I am hiding it but I don't really want him to worry about me. It can't be that bad. I say before he can see anything, "I'm going to the bathroom." Aaron says, "okay.."

I try to find anything quickly to stop the bleeding but I can't find anything. Frustratingly. I just get a wet cloth and press it against my palm. Again no luck. It just stings. I yelp aloud at the pain. Hearing this, my husband comes rushing in, I hide my palm again and he says, concern across his face, "Juliette? I heard you yelp are you okay?" I manage to say, fake chuckling, "Yeah I'm fine. Just stubbed my toe. Haha. Nothing to worry about." Aaron frowns, "Hm? You must've stubbed it pretty hard then. Mind if I take a look?" I say," Um- no. I mean- you really don't have to, babe. I didn't stub it that-" My husband crosses his arms in front of his chest, interrupting me, "You're lying to me." I try to defend myself, "I'm not-" My husband says, "Fine. Show me where you stubbed it then." I say, "I-" "Juliette," he exclaims. I say, "I didn't stub my toe, you're right, Aaron. I'm sorry- " He's no longer looking at me. I then realize what he's looking at. My hand. "Get on the counter, love," is all he says. I hesitate and say to him," I don't-" My husband scoops me up and puts me on top of the counter gently but firmly. Then he goes and brings a first aid kit in the bathroom from wherever he found it. I start to reach for the kit with my left hand but Aaron says, "Let me see your hand, love." I surrender and slowly lift my hand to let him see. Blood is all over my hand. He says, "Oh love.. Did you cut yourself doing dishes or something ?" I nod through tears falling down my face. Aaron looks at me with a face of sympathy, "Why didn't you tell me." I apologize saying, "I'm sorry. I panicked."
My husband shakes his head and says," Never mind. it doesn't matter right now let me just get you cleaned up." First he grabs a wet cloth and pressed it to my hand wound like I did earlier. He tells me,"Alright keep applying pressure to that love. I'm going to get the isopropyl alcohol. It's going to sting a bit just a warning." I nod excessively. My husband pours some isopropyl alcohol on my cut. Tears flow in my eyes again. I bite my lip. My husband says words of encouragement while he does everything and right now he's says, "You're doing great, Sweetheart. Don't cry baby." He wipes a tear falling from my eye. "The damage doesn't look that deep so I don't think you'll have to go to the doctor. And One last thing. I need to bandage it," he says. I say simply "Okay." Aaron wraps the bandage around my hand a few times and makes sure it's secured. I say when he lets go of my hand, "Thank you." He says "you're welcome, love." My husband gives me the look, " Now. Why'd you lie to me?" I say," I didn't want you to worry about me... and I was ashamed of the accident." He says, " I understand, baby. But I'm your husband. It's my responsibility and right to worry about you and for you. You're my wife. So when you lie to me it hurts me. And I'm pretty sure if I didn't see your hand you would've kept lying to me. I get that you were scared but your safety and health concerns me. Never hide it from me, alright? I love you, sweetheart." I smile, "Okay. I'm sorry for lying. I love you too. And I like it when you call me sweetheart too." My husband kisses me on my lips, "Awh. I'm glad."

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This one was LONG but hope y'all loved it it took over 3 hours to make 🫢