Bedside Manner (Law x Reader)

25. Bonding With Rosi

Rosinante and Bepo soon left for their morning stroll. Several loud thuds could be heard along with several muffled complaints from the neighbors. You stared at the front door for several moments, almost debating on going out there while Law continued on in the kitchen, unbothered.

You stepped up beside the dark haired man, bumping into him with your hip. "Move over, I said I'd get the coffee going." You reminded him. "You should hop in the shower while you've still got time."

He didn't say anything nor make any moves to do as you suggested. Instead, he waited until you had the coffee beginning to brew. "If you're going to let Cora-ya drag you around today, you should jump in the shower as well."

You leveled him with a skeptical glare.

"He'll be out with Bepo-ya for a while."

"I'm getting in and getting right back out." You conceded. "I already feel like a teenager that got caught sneaking out of my boyfriend's bedroom window. I don't need to be caught leaving the bathroom with you too."

Law had no argument as he watched you bound back into his bedroom to find something that wasn't his to change into after the shower. You were taking no chances whatsoever; you would be fully dressed when you stepped out of that bathroom to save you from further embarrassment.

While your brain might have shot straight to the gutter after a steamy night, Law quite literally only meant to shower.

You leaned into him with a content sigh as his deft fingers massaged your scalp, working in the shampoo. His fingers worked down to the sides of your neck, then your shoulders, finding knots that had formed thanks to all the stress you had been under.

"Making it hard to just shower with all those sounds, y/n-ya."

You gasped when his lips grazed the shell of your ear and he pressed himself up against you. As tempting as it had been in the moment, you pried yourself from his hold and switched places so that you could rinse your hair.

-

You were dressed in your favorite pair of worn jeans and a tee shirt, sipping at a mug of coffee by the time Rosinante came stumbling back in.

His hair was in disarray and there was a noticeable tear in the elbow of his sleeve. It looked like Bepo had walked him rather than the other way around.

"I'm sorry for just barging in earlier." He apologized as he ducked into the kitchen, a bashful smile tugging his lips. "You get so used to things being one way, you know?"

"You really don't need to apologize."

You set your mug down to pull down another for the blond. You held it up in a silent question to which he nodded an affirmative.

"Law head into work already?"

"Ah, yeah. Sugar?"

"Please."

"You didn't pass him out in the hall?" You asked as you handed him the hot beverage. A beverage that he fumbled and let fall to the floor.

The both of you flinched as the ceramic shattered, scattering across the floor. Bepo whined in the entrance to the kitchen, shifting on his paws.

"Oh, no no no." You held up an open palm. "Stay, Bepo. For the love of everything, stay." You slid your gaze to Rosinante. "You too."

You realized that this very scenario was probably why there was a stack of styrofoam cups near the coffee grounds. Rosinante tried to convince you to let him sweep up the mess. Apart from being the one responsible, he was also the only one wearing shoes and he didn't wish to be on the receiving end of Law's upset if his girlfriend cut her foot.

"I'm more worried about you falling and getting hurt, Cora."

The man bashfully rubbed his cheek with a finger, but thankfully let you clean up without further fuss. Even Bepo wandered back to the living room to curl up beside the couch after seeing you had the situation handled.

"Should we go grab some breakfast?" Rosinante smiled at you as you put away the broom. "I've been banned from cooking since Law was about twelve."

-

"This is from our first Halloween!" The man was practically wiggling in his seat as he slid his phone to you.

You had spent the better part of the last hour at the diner listening to the man gush over Law and share pictures from various points in his life. It was incredibly sweet to see how much love and adoration the man had for his adopted son. You were also enjoying seeing new sides to the man you were dating.

It was a perfect distraction.

You picked up the phone to see a picture of Law, around nine or ten years old. He stood next to a beaming Rosinante, looking rather sullen in comparison to the blond. They were posed in front of a cardboard background with pumpkins and ghosts in whag appeared to be a school gymnasium. The older man was clearly dressed as Frankenstein's Monster while...

"Is he dressed as Doctor Frankenstein?" You snickered, zooming in on the photo to get a better look. The white shirt was frilled near the collar with a dark vest buttoned over it. His navy pants were tucked into a pair of leather boots. The spotted hat he wore didn't look like part of the costume however. "He was a cute kid. What happened?"

Rosinante chuckled at your playful remark as he took the phone back. "It was the only costume I could get him to wear. I originally bought a man in the yellow hat and Curious George costumes."

"I can see why he said no to that." You laughed softly, crossing your arms on the table. "He probably wasn't a fan even when he was more the age that kids tend to enjoy it."

"I thought he would have made a cute little monkey." Rosinante pouted as he scrolled through more pictures.

Wasn't George a chimpanzee? Not that it really mattered.

"Oh! This is when I first brought Bepo home to surprise Law."

Was that a smile? It was barely noticeable on the usually sullen boy as he held onto the wild puppy. One eye closed to keep the animal's tongue out of it as it covered him in kisses. The candid photo was your favorite by far. So much so that you asked him if it would be alright to send it to you.

Rosinante was more than willing. Going so far as to send a few that you hadn't asked for. One of which you were definitely planning to have blown up and framed.

Because it'd be funny to see Law's reaction.

"I'm glad you went over to Law's." He spoke up, startling you away from your train of thought. "He was worried about you, what with everything going on at work."

"So he did tell you." You slumped back on your seat when something occurred to you. "Why ask if I was going in then?"

"I wasn't sure you would have liked that I knew-- granted, I don't know much, but enough to understand." He scratched at his neck. "I also didn't want you to get upset with Law for anything."

"I don't think I would have had any room to be upset with him over something like that." You sighed. "I wasn't exactly giving him any openings to speak with me for awhile there."

"Everything will work out."

You raised a brow at the statement, but the man didn't seem like he was going to elaborate further. Instead, he pulled out his cigarettes and lighter while you turned your gaze to the street outside the window.

The streets were bustling now, compared to when you had first left the apartment with Rosinante. Save for a few, all of the little businesses in the neighborhood were open. A red head clad in leather pants and a black shirt strode by, reminding you that you should really call Kid.

He was going to kick your ass, then you would kick his--but you should call him.

"Mommy, that man's on fire."