Aaron Warner Short Fanfics

*New timeline* Juliette, Aaron's wife, discovers her husbands vulnerable side.

TW: wound, injuries, drinking

Juliette's POV
Aaron Warner is my husband who hardly lets himself in vulnerable situations. He hates showing emotions. But I personally love it when he does. I was cleaning up dishes from me and my husbands dinner and I remember he went to our bedroom. I finish the dishes and he wasn't in our bed so I knocked on the bathroom door before not hearing an answer so I come in. I ask, "Babe? Are you in here?" I find my husband holding a jar of ointment. His eyes are red and he looks genuinely terrified when he notices I see what's in his hands. I ask him a question, "Hey, what's that?" Aaron inhales, "It's- it's just scar ointment, Juliette." I gently take the bottle from him and question, "For your back?" He nods ever so slightly. I say, "Oh, Aaron." My husband says, "They are the daily reminder of my father's existence." I look sad at him, "Do the scars hurt?" My husband swallows, "Sometimes.. I mainly just want them gone. I hate the reminder of the things he's done to me." I kneel beside my husband, and I let him ramble, "Don't worry, love. I'll be fine. This happens every once in a while. I just- I feel like sometimes I can't breathe like I'm suffocated. I should feel this way. I should feel happy because he's gone. But I don't know-" He pauses and inhales sharply, "I was always a disappointment to him. No matter what I did to please him he always hated m-me, Juliette. I hated him too. But I could never shoot him while he was sleeping." My husbands face is red but he hasn't started crying in front of me yet, "No matter how many times I tried- he was right. I could never do it." I say to my husband softly, "Hey, Aaron. Breathe, baby. I know you feel like that and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I can't even imagine the things he's done to. He's done terrible inhumane things to you. But let me tell you this: you may be a disappointment to Anderson but you have never ever been a disappointment to me. Okay?" He shakes his head but then I notice something is wrong when Aaron started breathing weirdly. I say, "Aaron. What's going on, baby? Breathe, Aaron. Breathe." Aaron says between raspy breaths, "Panic. Attack." I gasp. I rub his shoulders I say, "Baby, listen to me. Breathe in breathe out." He says, "I-I have. Medicine. In. Cabinet." I nod. I open the cabinet quickly and retrieve the medicine not asking on why he has this or how long he's had them. I get him a glass of water and the pills. He swallows two whole. I hold the water to his lips, "Here, baby. Drink." He holds it to his lips and drinks. After a moment, he starts to breathe normally. I say, "There you go." My husband says, "I'm sorry." I furrow my brows, "What for?" He replies, "For making you scared a few minutes ago. And I'm sorry for not telling you. I just- I hate being vulnerable, Juliette. You know that." I nod and grab his hand and rub it, "Don't apologize, my sweet Aaron. And I know you don't. But it's completely normal, baby. I'd rather see you being vulnerable than you in pain and I never knew it." Aaron answers, "Okay." I ask, "But about the ointment. Let me help you I know it's probably hard for you to reach your back." He starts to protest, "Love, it's okay. I don't have to have it- I can try it myself." Seeing my facial expressions, my husband surrenders and hands the jar to me. I ask Aaron, "Can you take off your shirt for me?" Aaron replies, "Anything for you, love." He pulls his shirt over his head. His back is a broken masterpiece. I don't care about his scars. I still think he's the most beautiful man I've ever known to exist. I take the top off of the jar and before I start I say, "Let me know if I accidentally hurt you alright?" "Okay." I put some of the cream on my hand and applying it carefully across his back. His skin is so soft to the touch. When I am finished applying it I tell him he can put back on his shirt. Aaron pulls it back over his head. He gets up and says, "I'm going to go the bar for a little bit with Kenji tonight okay, love?" I smile, "Okay, babe. Drive safe and call me if you need me to pick you up." My husband smiles at me softly and kisses my head before grabbing the keys, "I love you, love." I say, "i love you too." He walks out the door.

1am at midnight

Kenji calls me at 1 am in the morning. He says, "Just wanted to let you know I'm coming to drop him off now but number two he's like really drunk and you may want to carry him inside when we get there." I say over the phone, "Oh Kenji.. did you drink any?" He replies, "I did but I'm not drunk so I'll be okay to drive y'all's house is close to here so." I reply, smiling over the phone, "Okay. Thank you Kenji."
When they arrive to the house, I go outside immediately and open the passenger door and my husbands lays across the seat. It would be obvious to anyone that he was plastered. I tell Kenji my thanks again and I help Aaron up and he just about falls over I say, "Woah, babe. Try balancing your body against me hold on." Aaron mumbles something against me. He breaks into an laughing fit when we get up the stairs. I laugh, "Someone doesn't need anymore drinks anytime soon." Aaron frowns at me, "More drinks? Yeyy." I laugh again, grabbing his hands, "No. No more drinks for you tonight, sir." He pouts,"Fineeee." When we go inside I go towards our bedroom. He asks, "What are we doin?" I tell him, trying my hardest not to laugh at the funny state of my husband, "Getting you in bed. It's late and your hangover tomorrow is going to be terrible, Aaron." My husband whines, "You didn't give me a kiss yet thooo." I roll my eyes, helping him lay down in his spot in bed, "After you drink some water I'll give you a kiss alright?" Aaron must approve because he listens. He's so adorable when he's drunk though. When I come back from the kitchen, I help him drink the water. He swallows and I put the glass down. After I lean in and kiss him on his rosy red cheeks, "There." Aaron crosses his arms, "Noo silly I want a real kiss. That's a cheek kiss. I want a kiss on the lips." I lean towards his face and kiss his lips. They taste of wine. At least it isn't beer. I hated the taste of beer. I believe my husband did too. My husband flips me over and places his hands against both sides of the pillows and he kisses my neck up to my lips. I giggle against his kisses, "Someone is lovey dovey tonight." I push a hand to his chest, "Okay no more kisses for tonight. Time for you to go to bed. I flip back over to my side of the bed. He groans, "Fine. I love you, babbbbbyyy." I glare at him from across the bed, "I love you too, Aaron. I'll take care of you tomorrow." At that, he raises his eyebrows up and down. I punch his arm playfully. He replies, "Ow, babbby. I'm still soree. Mean." I apologize then say ,"Now goodnight." Aaron doesn't reply back before he starts to snore. I laugh quietly before allowing myself to sleep.