fire and rain // forheadedrose

38. Bathtub conversations

D E J A

"I can get you some water, or-or some juice." Riggs nervously walked around he's unusually clean trailer.

"I'm okay, really. The doctor said I need to build up my strength, but other than that, I'm healthy." I assured him.

I sat down on his couch, thinking about how it's a Christmas miracle I was discharged Christmas Eve.

Although I wasn't sure I'd be doing much since everyone is still pretty in shock with my resurrection.

I sat on the familiar couch and smiled lightly while my husband rushed around- getting anything and everything he thought I needed, he even stocked his fridge and cupboards with all my favorite foods.

"Hey," I spoke softly and he turned quickly towards me, "Yeah?" He spoke slightly out of breath.

I patted the spot beside me and he walked over and sat beside me.

"Are you feeling alright?" He asked and I nodded with a small smile.

"I just need you close." I spoke breathlessly as I ran my finger over his collar.

I inhaled deeply before I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, my eyes were squeezed shut.

"You know," I spoke shakily as I slowly broke apart so I could face him.

"I didn't know I was going to feel like this about some guy that dragged me into a bank robbery." I chuckled as I lightly ran my thumb over his scruff.

He lightly smiled, "Like, how can you be so in love with someone who almost got you killed the first day we met?" I laughed lightly while he just smirked.

"I wouldn't have let you get hurt." He promised me and he lightly kissed my temple.

I closed my eyes before I felt his soft lips gently press against mine.

--

I sat at the table that had Christmas leftovers as I watched RJ play with Bella.

I inhaled deeply, happy to be home.

"You feeling okay?" Martin asked as he lightly tickled my arm and I nodded, "It's weird.. being back." I spoke quietly, he lowly hummed.

"I'll be right back." I whispered softly before I slowly stood up and walked back to the bathroom.

I vomited- readjusting back into bigger portions of food + morning sickness made it hard for me to keep anything down.

I flushed the toilet and rinsed my mouth out before brushing my teeth with a spare before I heard a light knock on the door, I sat on the edge of the bathtub before I gently went down further, my legs hanging off the ledge.

"Come in." I sighed.

Of course my worrisome husband came in, "Hey, you okay?" He asked walking over and sitting next to me.

I nodded.

"I still have morning sickness." I lightly chuckled.

He inhaled deeply as he put both of my hands in his, since I couldn't quit fiddling.

I breathed deeply, "What could I have possibly done to deserve you?" I sniffled as looked over at him.

"I ask that same question about you, everyday." He said and I lightly smiled.

He gently wiped away my tear with his thumb.

"I-I can't stop thinking about.. about--" I couldn't finish, Martin quietly hushed me as he soothed me.

I fell apart with my broken heart and bruised wrists.

He knew I was hurting, he knew I just needed a shoulder to lean on and a hand to hold.

I don't know how he knew, but he always knows what I need.

Once I quit crying, I laid my head on his shoulder as we sat in the bathtub.

"We should go back out there." I whispered.

"Only when you're ready." He said kissing the top of my head.

I nearly lost it right there and then because he had the biggest heart in the world.

"I'm ready." I assured him.

He ran his hand over my stomach before groaning as he got up first so he could help me up.

My bruised hands clasped onto his cut up ones, once I was on my feet I held onto his right hand, the one he stuck down the garbage disposal to get the gold band I picked out for him.

I held his hand in one of mine while the other gently ran over his cuts.

"I know- I know you're hurting, too. I know." I nodded as I looked up at him.

He kissed my forehead before hugging me close to him.

"I missed you so much." He exhaled sharply.

We slowly broke apart before he kissed my lips, "Woah, sorry- I just wanted to tell you guys that there is pie now being served." Roger said, Martin and I chuckled before we followed him back into the kitchen where everyone laughed, large smiles covering their faces.

I smiled as I held on Martin's hand, never, ever letting go of him.

-

"She did that?" I laughed as Martin told me about Agent Palmer who pretended to be his wife on a case not too long ago.

"Yeah, caught me off guard. But she got the girls phone bugged." He lightly shrugged as we cuddled together on the couch in his-our trailer.

"I hope to meet this Agent Palmer, who can catch my husband off guard." I smiled as I compared our different sized hands.

"Well, she hasn't been around for awhile. Which reminds me, guess who has to go to counseling with Cahill so they can carry a concealed weapon?" "Hmm, I wonder." I chuckled lightly.

"I'm gonna go with-- me." I laid my head back to face him.

"You're good. Now we're that couple that needs counseling." "At least it's not couples counseling." I joked.