𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

Until He's Back On His Feet| Request

AN: I was asked to write a more innocent imagine of the 'dad's best friend' trope. In this one Y/N and Leon are in a fresh relationship with her dad already knowing about them, and Leon's supportive/ helps out during a tough time when her dad gets injured at work.
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Leon and I had only been officially together for a few weeks now, whilst we've always had a close relationship- especially because he's always been a part of my life since he's my dad's best friend- our newfound romance seems to have brought us to a new level. To begin with we'd planned on keeping our relationship a secret, but after almost being caught kissing outside my dad's house after a date, we'd both sat down with my dad and explained the situation. To begin with my dad hated the idea of his little girl and best friend being together, I knew it'd be a shock, but thankfully after seeing how happy we are together, he soon changed his mind- though a few threats pointed in Leon's direction did follow our confession. 

Despite being older, Leon never looked down on me or treated me less than the strong woman I am. His tough exterior always melted away when it came to me, and he's always kind and thoughtful, putting me first with every single action. We'd spend our evenings together, often at his apartment, talking and watching movies, or cooking together. We'd toe the line of domesticity, though since we were still fresh, I didn't want to overstep or move things too quickly. Leon however, wasn't getting any younger, and expressed his dedication to me and promised me a long term future. I, of course, believed him, he's too old to just play around when it comes to relationships now, but I'm still young and much more inexperienced, the thought of settling down so soon scared me, despite knowing that Leon owned my heart. 

It was one afternoon that forced my life to take an unexpected turn, bringing Leon and I closer faster than I originally planned...

"Wait, slow down dad." I blink, staring at the wall whilst I listen to my dad explain something about an accident at work, and him being at the hospital. My knees buckle when he tells me he's not going to be able to do much, and that he's been injured. "I'm coming right now, I'll call Leon too and get him to come up. I love you." I say, before hanging up. I can hardly think straight as I call Leon and relay the information onto him, immediately I can hear panic in his rapid questions, he loves my dad just as much as I do, but he tries to stay calm for my sake. 

"Fuck, okay." Leon breathes out, "I'm not far from you, I'll come pick you up and we'll head to the hospital together, okay baby?" He asks soothingly. With a trembling voice I agree, then hang up as worry consumes every part of me. Leon arrives in no time, thankfully in his car rather than on his bike. The second he hops out, I run to him, wrapping my arms around him as I shake uncontrollably. He shushes me, smoothing down my hair before guiding me to the car and helping me in. His presence was the only thing keeping me grounded during the car ride and the visit to the hospital. With hands intertwined, we both rush into my dad's room, only to find him laughing with the nurses whilst eating from a pot of jelly. I skid to a stop, heart almost bursting from relief at the sight of him fairly okay, apart from the leg in a cast and the bandages around his hands. I waste no time letting go of Leon in favour of hugging my dad. Leon hovers behind, shoulders slumping as he pats my dad's shoulder. "You really know how to scare us." He grumbles. 

The following days were a blur of planning and visits to and from the hospital. My dad needed to stay in for some required tests and supervision, and I managed the house on my own whilst Leon got called away for work. He'd tried to get time off, but someone in the world needed saving, so I shoved him out of the door and promised him we'd be fine. At the time it was the truth. Taking my dad home and guiding him into some bedrest was easy, but managing the house all by myself whilst taking care of my dad was beginning to weigh me down. I lost time for my hobbies and work, and felt myself getting overtired from the late nights of worrying and catching up on things. Leon called when he could, but the conversations were short and full of static, I missed him so bad, but he reassured me he'd be back soon.