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Paddy- Cuts And Bruises

Y/n Pov

Being married to Paddy Maguire is harder than I expected. I love him to death, but sometimes, I could bloody kill him

"Where the fuck is he?" I asked, pacing nervously in our kitchen.

Shane was at the table, eating the dinner I had made for paddy, before it would get cold. "He's just out."

"Really? Hadn't thought of that? God, you're bloody useless."

"Fuck do you want me to do?"

"Sorry, sorry. You're right. It's not your fault. It's just...he said he'd be back for 9pm and it's almost 11, Shane." Tears began to brim in my eyes as I nervously ran my hand through my hair.

Shane sighed sympathetically. "I'm sure he's fine. Look, me dad isn't known for his punctuality. But he'll be home soon enough. You, need to stop worrying. Get to bed and when you wake up, he'll be by your side. Just like-"

Before Shane could finish his sentence, the door opened. Paddy walked in, blood dripping from the corner of his eyebrow, and his lip cut. "Fucking hell," I muttered in shock. He was clutching at his ribs

"Dad?"

Paddy pointed at Shane. "Go home. I need to speak with my wife."

"Who did this?"

"I said go home, son."

When Shane left, paddy sat down at the kitchen table. I walked towards him, taking his hands in my own. "Paddy,"

"Don't. I'm sorry I was late for dinner. I see Shane didn't plan on saving me any."

"I don't care about the dinner. Are you alright?"

He nodded, whincing and holding his side tighter. "I'll be alright. Come on, let's go to bed."

He went to stand up but I pushed him back down. "Not yet. You need to clean your cuts."

"I'll be fine, darling."

"You might be. But my new pillow cases won't be. So sit down, shut up, and let me take care of you."

I wasn't involved in the criminal life like his ex wife mimi had been. In fact, I was as far away from it as possible. But that's the way me and Paddy liked it. It worked for us. There were never arguments about it, because I stayed out of his business and he stayed out of mine

I got the first aid kit and grabbed a disinfectant wipe. "This will sting."

Paddy scoffed. "You really think I need- ah Jesus," he gasped when I wiped the cut at his eyebrow. I rolled my eyes and smiled at him as best I could. Yet, a few tears fell

With the back of his rough thumb, Paddy wiped them away. "Can't have you crying everytime I get a few cuts and bruises. You're gonna make me feel bad."

"Tough shit. I can't stop myself from crying when I see you come home like this. I love you too much."

"I love you too Mrs Maguire." Paddy leant forward and we kissed but he winced at the contact, feeling his cut burn

"Oops. Sorry."

"It's worth the pain."

"What happened to your side?" I asked him after I had cleaned up his face

He shrugged. "Nothing to worry about. Come on. I think we still have time for some fun before bed."

Paddy stood up as did I. He walked behind me up the stairs so he could slap my arse, making me giggle

"Paddy Maguire, we are not having sex!"

"Oh come on. After the night I've had, I really need it."

"What if I hurt you?" I asked him, in our bedroom

I was getting undressed infront of the mirror. Paddy walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face in my neck. "We both know that wouldn't put me off."

"Paddy," I said in a warning tone

"Alright fine." He gave up.

I climbed into bed as paddy got undressed. I tried to catch a glimpse of his ribs but he didn't let me and eventually turned the light off, getting into bed

Feeling the exhaustion suddenly crush me, my eyes began to droop. I wrapped my arm around Paddy and put my head on his chest. Although he hugged me back, I could tell he was in pain from how tense he was

"For fucks sake Paddy!" I snapped, sitting up and turning the lamp on

"What the-"

"Show me your ribs."

"Fuck off."

I glared at him and he gulped, realising that he should not have said that. Quickly, he apologised, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. Lie down and go to sleep."

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed the duvet cover and pulled it off his body to reveal a large purple bruise covering half his rib cage

"Jesus Christ Paddy! Why didn't you say something?"

"Because I know that you worry too much."

"Wait here." I stood up as he groaned. Quickly, I ran downstairs and came back to the bedroom with 2 ice packs

"It's not necessary," Paddy told me but I didn't listen

"Hold still," I ordered. Paddy lay back and let mer gently place the ice packs on his bruise. As I tended to him, he couldn't help but smile. One hand reached up and began playing with my hair

"You're so beautiful, darling," he whispered

I grabbed his hand a placed a kiss to his palm. "I wish you didn't get hurt like this."

"I know. But you'll always take care of me, won't you."

"In sickness and in health, remember."

"How could I forget? Best day of my life," he smirked

I raised an eyebrow at him in questioning. "You have several kids."

"Aye, but they're a pain in the arse. You're my angel." Paddy pulled me down and kissed me again. When we pulled apart, I climbed over him and got into bed, resting my head on his shoulder

"I don't deserve you," he admitted

"I don't know. I think you're pretty perfect."