Chapter 36

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It was still relatively early in the morning, around when I would be making my second rounds. Instead I was laying on Juuzou's chest and thinking about how I was going to get a ghoul's eye. Technically all I had to do was kill a ghoul and take its' eye, but I couldn't go out and fight with my primary arm broken, not to mention I didn't want to revisit the fields when more injured soldiers were likely to be returning for medical care. I decided to go to the family room and use the landline to call my trusty CCG officer who always provided food and towels and cots and all that.

I asked him about the ghoul's eye, telling him I would take it whenever they conveniently got one and that they shouldn't rush or put themselves in danger to get one. He was confused at first, but after explaining the situation he was surprisingly understanding. Now I just had to be patient and wait.

In the mean time I checked on all of my patients. I mean, because I was supposedly still majorly injured I wasn't on call, but I wanted to see how everyone was doing. The men in the critical condition room were healing extremely well, and so were all of the people left over in the upstairs rooms. The girls' room and the family room were both pretty much empty seeing as so many people went back to the fields to fight, but the people left over were getting better and better everyday.

     From what I had heard, the CCG was rebuilding its' squad houses as fast as possible, so hopefully I would be able to move the more healthy people to their houses and have medics stationed at them. I walked back to my room and went to my desk, grabbing my medical tools. I approached Juuzou and began checking his visible injuries, waking the sleeping boy up. Knowing the drill, he sat up and took off his shirt, which allowed me to take off his bandages and examine his wounds.

     Juuzou always healed extremely fast, and his stitches were just about ready to come out. "Juuzou-kun, your stitches can come out any day now, but they'd be easier to cut if they were softened."

     He looked into my eyes and tilted his head slightly to the side. "What do you mean, softened?"

Oh I have a good idea.

     I gave him a sly smile, bringing my face a bit closer to his. "Well, the stitches are made out of wire, so things like hot water can soften them, making them easier to cut through. Seeing as my arm is injured, I can't take the stitches out, but soon as I get the materials to fix my arm I can take care of you."

     Juuzou gave me another confused look and I laughed, bringing my face only inches from his this time. "Juuzou, as your doctor, I suggest taking a hot bath to soften the stitches as soon as I get my arm healed."

     Juuzou giggled, finally processing what I was trying to say. He smirked and wrapped his arms around my waist, closing the very small distance between us until his lips were right in front of mine. "Only if there aren't any swim suits this time." He said in a low voice, giggling again as my face became red.

     He pressed his lips to mine and pulled me into him, my body pressing against his.

God I wish my arm wasn't broken.

     I pulled away and Juuzou furrowed his eyebrows as I grabbed his shirt and put it back over his head. "I got no sleep last night, wanna cuddle?" I said, leaning into him and wrapping my arms around his torso.

     Juuzou said nothing, simply scooping me up and flopping me onto the bed. I squealed and he climbed in the bed next to me, unzipping my sweatshirt and carefully working it over the cast on my arm. My bra was dark under the white tank top I wore, and I couldn't help but notice Juuzou looking at it. "You just love to undress me, don't you?~" I retorted, eyeing him.

    "Oh absolutely." Juuzou said, making me laugh as he laid his head right in between my breasts.

     I ran my fingers through his hair and closed my eyes, enjoying the sounds of quiet and slow breaths coming from both of us.

. . .

"I'm so sick of this new attitude of yours, (y/n). If you think any of this is going to fly with me just because you're pregnant you're dead wrong."

"I'm sorry Aaron, I'm-I'm just tired and you're so stressed all the time it's freaking me out!"

"You know why I'm stressed (y/n)? You know why? Because I care about you. You don't get to paint yourself as the victim all the time!"

"I'm not p-painting myself as the victim!"

"Using your pregnancy to manipulate me makes me the victim, not you."

You're the victim? You are? I'm pregnant and you still beat me up whenever you're angry!

"Y-You're right. I'm sorry."

"Sure you are."

. . .

Aaron.

    "(Y/n)-chan, you're crying. Hey, wake up."

Juuzou~

    I opened my blurry eyes and saw Juuzou's worried face looking at me and wiping my tears away. "S-sorry Juuzou, it was just a bad dream."

   "Yeah, I know."

"A-are you mad? I'm sorry if I woke you up I- I'm sorry."

"(Y/n)-chan I'm not angry, don't apologize, you did nothing wrong. I just wish you were never with that guy."

"A-Aaron?"

"Yeah. You know, you get your stutter back whenever you dream about him."

"Y-yeah."

"Go back to sleep, okay?"

"Yeah, okay."



Authors note: bubble bath sex is the best sex. No one can tell me otherwise.

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