Third person POV
It was a day like every other Tuesday in LA. That is, until they got an alert.
"Scott! Will you come here please?" Mitch yelled from the living room as he watched the news. Scott immediately rushed to his husband's side and froze when he saw the headline.
People are being drafted to go fight in Iraq.
"Oh my god, ok. Mitchy look at me." Scott tried to get Mitch's attention but he just stayed put.
"Babygirl, I need you to listen to me. Can you do that for me?" Upon Mitch's nod, Scott continued. "Ok good. Now, we don't even know if either of us will get drafted, so let's not worry until it's time for us to worry because it won't help us at all."
"They're going to take you away from me." Mitch teared up at the thought.
"We can't think like that." Scott says calmly as he picks Mitch up, wrapping his legs around the taller boy's waist. He carries Mitch up to their room and attempts to place the brunette on the bed, earning a whine in return. Scott chuckles and sits against the headboard so Mitch is straddling his hips.
"What do you want to do today, my love?" Scott asked, running a hand up and down Mitch's back.
"I don't know. Maybe we could go t-" He was cut off by Scott's phone ringing. They looked at each other before Scott picked up.
"Hello?" Scott answered, praying it's not the call he thinks it is.
"Is this Scott Richard Grassi-Hoying?" The man on the other line asked.
"Yes, this is he."
"Mr. Grassi-Hoying, you have been selected to go fight in Iraq. You will be leaving tomorrow at noon, which is when your plane takes off. An email will be sent to you about what to pack."
"O-okay. Thank you." Scott hung up without waiting for a reply. Mitch was staring at him intently and as soon as Scott looked at him, Mitch knew. He covered his mouth as tears formed in his eyes, unable to stop them this time.
"Hey now, none of that. I know it's scary and it's hard, but I will come home to you. I promise, sunshine. Have I ever broken a promise to you?" Scott asked, although he had tears prickling his eyes as well.
"You shouldn't make promises you can't keep." Mitch replied, sniffling.
"I know, which is why I intend to keep this one. And who knows? Maybe I'll only be over there for a few weeks. I will come home, baby. Because when I go over there, all I'll be thinking of is you. So, when I have to fight, I'll just be fighting for you. And I think I've shown by now that if I'm fighting for you, I'll always win. And why is that?"
"Because you'll always protect me, no matter what." Mitch smiled slightly at the old memory from high school.
"Exactly. And while I'm gone, I'll leave my ring with you. But it'll probably be too big for you since you're so tiny," Scott said, tickling Mitch's side a little, earning a giggle from the brunette. "So, you can just put it on a necklace or something. That way, I'll always be with you."
"I wanna get another tattoo. I know you can't because you're leaving so soon, but will you come with me?" Mitch asked, almost as if he was afraid he'd say no.
"Of course I'll come with you. What are you going to get?" Scott asked, not even surprised by the randomness of the question.
"It's a surprise. Let's go now, please." Mitch said, hopping off of Scott's lap and into the living room to get his shoes.
***
"Hey Mitch, Scott. What can I do for you today?" Romeo, the tattoo artist, asks them with a smile.
"I want to get another tattoo, but Scott's not allowed to see it yet." Mitch informs him. Romeo nods his head in the direction of the back of the store, indicating them to follow him.
"I want it under my ribcage, a little to the left but not completely on the side, if that makes any sense." He tells him. Romeo nods and asks what he wants, to which Mitch glances at Scott before whispering it to the artist, who nods and starts the process.
"Hey no peeking over there, Mr. Grassi-Hoying. I see you, you're not slick." He points at him, earning a laugh in response before turning back to his phone.
About 40 minutes later, Mitch's tattoo was finally done and the couple was now home.
"Ok what is it?" Scott asked as soon as they stepped foot in the house. Mitch pulled up his shirt to show the words 'You'll always protect me' with a small heart at the end just under his rib cage.
"I've wanted to get it for a while, but I figured now would be the best time. Do you like it?" He told his shocked husband, who nodded and gently pulled him into a hug, still being mindful of the new tattoo.
"I love it, Mitch. When I'm not here, just remember that." Upon Mitch's nod, Scott tilted the smaller boy's chin up for a passionate kiss.
"C'mon, sunshine. Let's go to bed, yeah?" Scott said, grabbing Mitch's hand to bring him to their bedroom.
"C-can I sleep in one of your shirts tonight, Scotty?" Mitch asked just above a whisper, making the blonde frown at how scared he sounded. He grabbed his sweater with clouds on it, knowing Mitch liked it the best, before turning back to his husband to gently take his shirt off and hand him the sweater.
"Don't stutter, angel. You can always wear my clothes, you don't have to ask." Mitch cracked a slight smile and put on the sweater that went down to the middle of his thighs.
They crawled into bed and quickly fell asleep, wrapped up in each others arms.
Part 2 coming #soon ;)
