Bill Hader Imagines

It's Part Of Being Your Wife (Agent Haggard)

Y/N ran through the hallways of the hospital looking for her husband's room. She received a call saying that Haggard had been shot and that the wound was serious. His wound was located on his upper thigh, and he had surgery to remove the bullet.

She found his room and entered slowly, putting a hand over her mouth at the sight of her husband lying in the hospital bed. She began crying as she approached his bed and sat in a chair beside the bed. Y/N grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly. He turned his head towards her and started smiling at her.

"Hey, baby."
"Hey, Hag. I'm so glad you're okay."
"Y/N, honey. Don't cry. I'm really okay."
"I know, I know. Just the thought of losing you, terrifies me."
"Look at me, baby. I swear to you, I'm going anymore. I promise. I love you so much."
"I love you too, so much."

Y/N got up from her chair and kissed Haggard softly. She pulled away and sat back down, listening to him tell her the story of what happened.
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A few days later, Haggard was released from the hospital with strict instructions about him doing things. So, this meant Y/N had to do things for him, and he hated it. He felt like a burden to her, and that idea worried him.

On the other hand, Y/N love doing things for him. Whether he needed help getting dressed or help standing up with his crutches, she absolutely adoring helping him.

Y/N knew he needed a break, and maybe him getting hurt was a sign that he should ease off from working so much. She was pulled from her thought when she saw him trying to get up from the couch.

"Woah, slow down, Hag. Let me help you so you hurt yourself even more."

Haggard sighed and let Y/N help him up. He leaned on her shoulder as she handed him his crutches. Once he was stable on his crutches, he made his way to the kitchen.

"What are you doing, babe."
"Im hungry, so I was gonna make me a sandwich."
"You could have just asked me, and I would have made it for you."
"I wanted to do it by myself."

He walked over to the fridge, opened it, grabbed the mayonnaise, ham, and cheese. When he turned around to set everything on the counter, he dropped the mayonnaise jar on the floor.

"Shit!"

Haggard attempted to bend down grab it, not being able to bend all the way to grab it.

"Here, babe. Lay me grab it."
"No, Y/N. I can get it."
"No, Hag. Go, sit at the table, and I'll bring your sandwich to you."

Haggard hobbled over time their kitchen table and sat down slowly. He watched Y/N as she made his sandwich. She brought him the sandwich and noticed that he had tears in his eyes.

"Hag, what's wrong? Does you leg hurt? Do you need some painkillers?
"No, I'm sorry I'm a burden."
"What?"
"I'm sorry I got hurt, and now you have to take care of me."

Y/N sat down in the chair beside him and placed her hands on both sides of his face. She wiped his tears away with her thumbs.

"Hey, look at me."

Haggard slowly looked up a her with tears threatening to leave his eyes again.

"You are not a burden to me. I love you so much, and I love taking care you. It's part of being your wife. I knew it was possible for something like this to happened."
"Really?"
"Yes, really, you lovable dork."
"I love you so much Y/N, and I'm so grateful that you married me."
"I love you too, Hag, and I wouldn't want to be married to anyone else."

Haggard moves his hands to her face and pulled her towards him, connecting their lips in a passionate kiss. He pulled away and connected their foreheads together. He looked deeply into her eyes, and he knew that he had definitely married the right woman.