Cross My Heart, Hope to Die (America x Autistic!Wife!Reader) *SLOW UPDATES*

Chapter 31-A Match Made in Heaven

A knock came to the door. "(Y/N)?" It was Aya. "Are you alright?"

(Y/N) didn't answer. She doubted she needed to anyway. She had stopped yelling now, as her throat was hurting too much and she was too tired to continue with it, and now she was fingering the light string that changed color every four seconds while sitting on the nearest beanbag chair. She watched with a calming awe as the end of the strings changed from red to pink, then pink to purple, then purple to blue, then blue to green, and so on.

This room had been specially made for her, and at the moment it was dimly lit, but it illuminated enough for anyone to see inside it. It contained many things that could help calm (Y/N) during a meltdown, such as a beanbag chair, a swing with a square seating that she could lay down on if she wanted to, a punching bag, matted floors, and the very string lights that she was playing with right now.

When she didn't answer, (Y/N) heard a hand touch the doorknob. "(Y/N), I'm coming in, okay?"

(Y/N) didn't move when Aya opened the door and closed it behind her, bringing in the light from outside temporarily before the latter happened. Once she closed it, Aya turned to look at her, saying nothing for many moments, though (Y/N) was too busy admiring the color-changing lights to look at her.

Aya walked over to her, kneeling in front of her. "Are you okay?" she whispered.

(Y/N) shook her head, still looking at the lights.

Aya nodded, clearly expecting that answer. "I don't blame you. Rude customers are always so exhausting to deal with," she said. "That woman didn't have any right to blame you for anything, or the others."

(Y/N) held up a hand. And Danny? she asked.

"Hm?"

Is he alright? By now (Y/N) was looking up at Aya.

Aya looked at her a moment before nodding. "He's fine," she began. "He doesn't have any cuts or bruises when we checked him, though he is going to have to take a long and hot shower to get all that food out of his hair and probably wear a different uniform until that one is washed."

(Y/N) nodded. And he's not...angry with me? she asked.

Aya blinked. "Why would he? You didn't do anything."

But that's just it. By now (Y/N) got up and walked towards the swing, sitting down on it and lightly swinging it. I didn't even do anything to help him when that woman was making those false accusations. I just stood there like a fool, in front of a room full of customers, and he took the hit for me. He shouldn't have.

(Y/N) began to swing, too tired to even feel angry with herself. Aya kept a respectful distance from her as she swung, but she smiled at her.

"It wasn't your fault (Y/N), now hold on"--Aya held up a hand to stop whatever (Y/N) had been about to "say"--"while I will say that Danny defended you because you are his boss, he did it because he clearly cares for you. Besides, you were doing the right thing at the time; we aren't supposed to get physical with customers unless it's in self-defense, and you were trying to handle it calmly and like an adult. There's nothing wrong with that."

(Y/N) said nothing as she continued to swing, but she continued to listen.

"It's hard for you, I know, since those kinds of people always make you feel threatened and angry yourself at times," Aya continued, her voice patient and accepting, "but I think you handled it like anyone running a business should. Now, I know you're also embarrassed that it happened in front of room of people, customers no less, but from what they saw of you, I could say their respect for you increased, including the regulars."

(Y/N) stopped swinging and looked at Aya. You really think so? she asked.

Aya smiled. "Of course." They stayed silent for a few more minutes before Aya stood up. "I called Alfred too, he should be over here shortly."

(Y/N) deflated. He must be irritated right now, she commented.

"Hm? Why do you say that?"

(Y/N) chuckled weakly. Come on Aya you know how my husband is when things like this happen, she said. He can be so protective of me when things like this happen, even though he understands that things like this are out of his control, as they are mine. Still, he doesn't like not being in control, in fact he hates it. Though, I hate that too, so I can't exactly fault him for that.

Aya stared at her a moment, then giggled behind her hand. "Yes, you two are like two peas in a pod. Sometimes I really can't help but feel you two were made for each other."

(Y/N) smirked at her. I could say the same for you and Thomas, Aya, she said. After all, you enjoy looking after someone while Thomas enjoys helping you behind the scenes. You can't tell me that wasn't a match made in Heaven.

Even in the dim light, (Y/N) could see Aya's face flush red, who then chuckled weakly.

"You got me there (Y/N)," she said. Just then another knock came at the door, and both women looked at it.

"Yes?" called Aya.

The door then opened, and Amy peaked her head in. "Um, I'm sorry to bother you Mrs. Jones, Aya, but Mr. Jones is here," she announced.

Aya looked to (Y/N), who nodded, and Aya looked back to Amy. "Bring him in please. He'll already know where we are."

Amy pouted at her. "I already knew that." She then moved her head out of the doorway and closed the door after her.

Both women stared at the door for a moment longer, then at each other, before they burst out laughing.

Oh Amy. She could be such a goofball sometimes.