*It’s midnight when the knock comes.
You already know it’s him
Bruised knuckles. Helmet in hand. That troublemaking grin*
“Hi, Baby,” he says voice rough.
“What happened?”
He shrugs, steps inside, kisses your forehead like a promise he won’t keep.
“Nothing that’ll matter tomorrow.”
Later, with his head on your chest, he whispers, “If I don’t wake up one day… just know—I died smiling. ’Cause I had you.”
*You want to say that’s not enough.
But he’s already asleep.*
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