In the Arms of Danger

Panic

"Y/N! Y/N! Where are you?!" Bob snarls when he can't find you anywhere in the house.

Shit! You bolted! You fucking bolted! He'll have no issue hunting you down again but it hurt you'd leave him like this! Just when he thinks things are starting to go right it all just blows back up in his face. He needs to decide what kind of punishment you would be getting once he finally finds you. He storms into the bedroom and hooks his tool belt onto his waist, pulling out his biggest and sharpest knife. He leaves out the back door, grunting in surprise when he stumbles over something, the evening having gotten dark fast. Or is he just that late coming home?

"Mmm. Bob?" He hears your voice in the dark, shooting up to a sitting position and staring at you with wide eyes. "What time is it? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to crash."

"Wh-What did you do today?" Bob presses you, thankful you can't see the wild expression on his face because he doesn't want to give away any of his intentions.

Part of him actually feels guilty for suspecting you of running. His brain was in a scramble to find something to be mad about but he comes up short when you give your answer.

"I cleaned up the books in the bedroom and then reorganized the shelves. I found some I haven't read yet so I came out here to read. I must have fallen asleep," You admit with a guilty smile. "I worried you didn't I? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to crash. Next time I'll stay in the house."

"No. No......, you don't have to," He's quick to insist. You seem so much happier. He doesn't want to take this away, especially when it's his fault you can't go anywhere.

"You sure?" You yawn, giggling when he stoops down and scoops you into his arms.

"Quite sure," He purrs. "I got spaghetti for tonight. How's that sound?"

"With your homemade sauce?" You ask him hopefully.

"Yes. Wouldn't use anything else. You can help me garden this year," He tells you as he carries you inside.

"I would love that! Homegrown food is the best," You tell him, stretching with a soft groan when he puts you down.

"I can show ya how to can and whatnot too," He says, moving to the kitchen.

You nod and hop up onto one of the counters after Bob sets you down, giggling when he glares at you.

"You're not using this counter," You say, sticking your tongue out at him.

"I'll bite it off," He warns as he fills up a pot.

"No you won't. Then I can't kiss you back," You tell him. "Or do other things with my tongue."

"You're such a brat," He growls, setting the pot on the burning stove before turning around and marching towards you. "You gonna keep it up?"

"If I do?" You hiss quietly in his ear, screaming with laughter when he suddenly starts tickling you. "No! Bob!"

"Not 'til ya admit defeat!" He yells with his own laugh.

"You win! You win!" You gasp, giggling when he finally stops. "You're so mean!"

"Yer just figurin' that out?" He teases you with a snicker.

"Maybe," You grumble with a pout, grunting when Bob pulls you flush against him.

You smile and wrap your arms around his neck, gladly nuzzling your face into his warm chest. He holds you a while until the water is done boiling, adding the noodles and grabbing two jars of his homemade sauce to heat up. You watch him with a soft smile, admiring him from behind as he works. He really is handsome. He seems to notice your stare because he turns his head back and winks at you before he continues the food. You smile at this, glad to be able to just relax with Bob. You two haven't been able to do this for a while and it feels nice. It feels nice to be part of his routine again.