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9.1.6. “Love is everything it's cracked up to be…It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.” - Erica Jong
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sexyinscrubs
[Follows THIS, THIS & THIS]
It wasn’t late by any means, but Aiden’s large and modern Upper East Side apartment was quiet, save for the soft lull of the television in the living room. Tara tied the sash on her bathrobe loosely around her pregnant belly and shuffled into the room with a small yawn. Pat was there curled up on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around his legs and his wheelchair within easy reach. On the recliner beside him, Aiden was sprawled out asleep with one arm hanging over the side of the chair. It had been a tiring day for everyone.
Pat smiled up at her softly and pulled the edge of his blanket back so she could join him on the sofa. “Hello, darling,” he murmured. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again until the morning. How is he?”
Tara cuddled in close beside Pat and tucked the blanket around them both as she stole a quick glance at the television to see if anything interesting was on. “Not so great, but he will be. We just needed to be close.”
Pat gave her a small knowing smile. “Comfort sex can be a very soothing thing,” he noted. “Despite your lack of sex drive of late.”
“You’re very observant, Nurse Preston. You don’t really need a sex drive for something like that. It was about being close and connected. It was hardly a frantic romp in the sack. We just held each other.” She looked up at the clock and froze. “Fuck.”
Pat frowned and followed her gaze. Just after seven pm. A year, almost to the minute, that Lachlan was shot. He turned awkwardly, the movement not so easy without the use of his legs, and wrapped his arms protectively around her. “It’s okay, sweetheart. He’s here, in the room just down the hall. He’s safe.”
“I don’t know how I did it,” Tara said in a small voice. “How I got through it. These past couple of weeks, it’s just been feeling like it only happened yesterday. I catch myself just watching him, in awe that he’s standing there shaving, or smirking at me over the top of the television guide. Then I see him when we make love or in the shower or getting dressed and the scars have faded a little, but they will never go. Just like the memory of it all.” Then the inevitable floodgates opened. She had cried in Pat’s arms like this so many times when the horrible event first happened, when Lachlan was lying there unconcious and fighting for his life. She never expected the one year anniversary to hurt almost as much as it did back then. It was impossible to just not think about it and that had been Lachlan’s battle for the entirety of the day, but he only let himself fall apart when they were home and out of sight of anyone but Tara.
Her tears were quiet, almost silent, and Pat just held her, rubbing her back slowly and softly. It eventually eased out into just soft sniffles, but she continued to cling to him. “Aren’t we lucky he’s a stubborn bitch, darling?” Pat murmured softly against her ear. “He wasn’t going to let you go for anything.”
Tara gave a small, teary laugh. “Thank fucking god for that, Patto,” she whispered. “Thank fucking god.”
Lachlan Campbell [drcampbell] & Aiden Lewis [mrpublicity] referenced with permission
Word Count | 547
Co-written with
sexyinscrubs[Follows THIS, THIS & THIS]
It wasn’t late by any means, but Aiden’s large and modern Upper East Side apartment was quiet, save for the soft lull of the television in the living room. Tara tied the sash on her bathrobe loosely around her pregnant belly and shuffled into the room with a small yawn. Pat was there curled up on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around his legs and his wheelchair within easy reach. On the recliner beside him, Aiden was sprawled out asleep with one arm hanging over the side of the chair. It had been a tiring day for everyone.
Pat smiled up at her softly and pulled the edge of his blanket back so she could join him on the sofa. “Hello, darling,” he murmured. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again until the morning. How is he?”
Tara cuddled in close beside Pat and tucked the blanket around them both as she stole a quick glance at the television to see if anything interesting was on. “Not so great, but he will be. We just needed to be close.”
Pat gave her a small knowing smile. “Comfort sex can be a very soothing thing,” he noted. “Despite your lack of sex drive of late.”
“You’re very observant, Nurse Preston. You don’t really need a sex drive for something like that. It was about being close and connected. It was hardly a frantic romp in the sack. We just held each other.” She looked up at the clock and froze. “Fuck.”
Pat frowned and followed her gaze. Just after seven pm. A year, almost to the minute, that Lachlan was shot. He turned awkwardly, the movement not so easy without the use of his legs, and wrapped his arms protectively around her. “It’s okay, sweetheart. He’s here, in the room just down the hall. He’s safe.”
“I don’t know how I did it,” Tara said in a small voice. “How I got through it. These past couple of weeks, it’s just been feeling like it only happened yesterday. I catch myself just watching him, in awe that he’s standing there shaving, or smirking at me over the top of the television guide. Then I see him when we make love or in the shower or getting dressed and the scars have faded a little, but they will never go. Just like the memory of it all.” Then the inevitable floodgates opened. She had cried in Pat’s arms like this so many times when the horrible event first happened, when Lachlan was lying there unconcious and fighting for his life. She never expected the one year anniversary to hurt almost as much as it did back then. It was impossible to just not think about it and that had been Lachlan’s battle for the entirety of the day, but he only let himself fall apart when they were home and out of sight of anyone but Tara.
Her tears were quiet, almost silent, and Pat just held her, rubbing her back slowly and softly. It eventually eased out into just soft sniffles, but she continued to cling to him. “Aren’t we lucky he’s a stubborn bitch, darling?” Pat murmured softly against her ear. “He wasn’t going to let you go for anything.”
Tara gave a small, teary laugh. “Thank fucking god for that, Patto,” she whispered. “Thank fucking god.”
Lachlan Campbell [
drcampbell] & Aiden Lewis [mrpublicity] referenced with permissionWord Count | 547