Welcome Home//Rick Sanchez X Reader

12) It's my birthday, fam

Rick stirs and lightly groans, flickering his eyes open. He looks down and sees you, cuddling into his bare chest, silently snoring. Rick smiles at you.

He sighs and plants a kiss onto your forehead before pulling you closer, nuzzling his nose against your cheek, making you softly giggle.

"Good morning." you mumble, slowly opening your eyes to look up at Rick. His arms around you squeeze you tighter as your hands move up to his shoulders.

"Mornin', love." Rick whispers to you and kisses you, "You sleep well?" he asks, making circles on your back with a gentle finger, between your wings.

"Yeah." you whisper back with a sigh, "I love you." you start leaving a few kisses on Rick's chest. Rick chuckles and pecks your forehead and cheeks.

You stop once you hear a loud knock on your bedroom door, "Rick?!" Morty calls from behind it.

Rick groans and gets out of bed, putting on his scattered clothes. You curl under the sheets, waiting for Rick to leave.

"What do you waaaant?" Rick groans as he walks out the door, closing it behind him. You sigh and get out of bed, making your way to the bathroom.

It's been a while since you were kidnapped and, as much as you deny it, you're kind of traumatized by the experience. Rick knows and understands, but your kids don't.

So whenever they do something which triggers your fear, you don't know how to react. They don't mean any harm, but you can't just let it slide.

You've been feeling so anxious lately. Colt just came out of nowhere and took you. The only explanation of him finding you was that he's been watching... Waiting...

You grow goosebumps as you turn on the shower, "Don't need to get undressed if you already are." you joke, nervously laughing, trying to take your mind off of your self-diagnosed anxiety.

Rick walks downstairs behind Morty as he gets leaded to the kitchen, where Summer tries making cupcakes. Rick face-palms with another groan.

"I got dressed for n-noth(burp)ing." Rick mutters to himself. He looks up at his grandkids with a bored expression, "Don't burn the house."

Rick tries leaving, but Morty grips onto his wrist, "We need your help!" shouts Blade as he enters the room with his babies and Vance.

"Why?" Rick asks, pulling his arm away from the teenager. Blade smiles widely, practically squealing, he bounces up and down.

"Pops! Don't you remember?! It's mom's birthday!" Blade squeals even louder. Rick looks to the top corner of his eyes, thinking about the date.

He hums, "I g-guess it is." Rick turns around, walking to the stairs, but turns around to the family, "Don't bother us. I'm go(burp)nna give her a l-little present."

Rick's mischievous grin grows wider as he runs upstairs to your shared room. He opens and closes the door silently, then tip-toes into the bathroom.

He takes off his clothes and hops in before wrapping his arms around your waist. You freak out and turn around, then slap Rick's cheek without thinking.

Rick winches, gently rubbing his, soon to be, bruised cheek. Your eyes widen and you throw your hands over your mouth.

"Damn." Rick says, kind of proud that his wife caught him by surprise. You lower your hands and take a deep breath, trying to steady your heart rate.

"I'm so, so, so sorry, honey." you sigh, "Please don't do that again." you say as you hug yourself, trying to cover up the old marks and scars on your torso, which you got from Colt.