Chenford one-shots

Timothy, what have you done?

This took place during Lucy's first pregnancy. She was at home, waiting for Tim to come home from work. She was already 6 months pregnant and her bump was pretty big, Tim insisted her to have shorter shifts since she was a detective and that wasn't really a problem. She was staying on the couch with her feet stretched in front of her leaning on the coffee table. A soft blanket was covering her body, keeping her warm from the cold weather outside.

She heard keys opening the door and turned around her head to see Tim getting in. He took off his shoes and jacket and walked to his wife.

L: Hey, how was metro today? she asked in a soft voice.

T: Good, we got some drug dealers.

He sat down next to her and winced. He kissed her temple hoping she wouldn't notice.

L: What's wrong? she asked concerned.

T: What's wrong? he asked pretending he doesn't know what she's talking about.

L: Why did you wince?

T: I did not wince.

L: Yes, you did.

Tim rolled over his eyes and got up.

T: I'm going to change. he said annoyed and left upstairs. Lucy took a sip from the cup she was holding with both of her hands and watched how Tim walked upstairs wincing at every step he took. He came back wearing a hoodie and matching grey sweatpants.

T: Have you eaten anything?

L: Yeah, I ordered pizza, I left some for you in the fridge.

He took the slices of pizza out of the fridge, warm them up and ate them. He then came back next to Lucy letting his head fall onto her shoulder. She was watching a crime documentary on the tv. She looked down at him as he closed his eyes, trying to forget about the pain.

L: Timothy? What have you done? she asked in a soft but still worried voice.

He opened his gorgeous blue eyes and let out a sight. He removed his head from Lucy's shoulder and lifted up his hoodie, right above his abdomen. There was a bandage. A bandage covering a stitched up gun wound. Lucy looked at him worried and caressed his cheek as he pulled his hoodie back down, over his abs.

L: What happened?

T: Before we got the drug dealers everyone was shooting at each other, a bullet scraped me. I went to the hospital and they stitched me up. I lost a lot of blood but I'm good now, it still hurts a little, that's why I'm wincing at every move I make.

L: Why did nobody tell me?

T: I told them not to, I don't want you to worry to much these days...

L: And you think that now I'm not worried?

T: No, of course not...It's just...I didn't know what to do...

L: Hey...It's okay...How much time do you have to stay at home?

T: A week...or more...

L: You want me to take a few days off? To spend some time together?

T: No...It's okay...I'll be fine.

L: Okay. I love you, you know?

T: Yeah, I love you too.

They shared a soft short kiss and then Tim watched the crime documentary with Lucy.

This is the end of the part, hope you liked it. Please tell me in the comments what would you like to see me writing about, I ran out of ideas.