Happy Fluff Crawlspace 2021! I was FINALLY able to write a fic for this special day. It’s actually one I’d started probably not long after the finale aired, but never went back to finish it. I always wanted a little more closure after Sheldon and Amy’s argument before their Nobel ceremony, so here it is. Enjoy, my friends. I love you all!
You can also read on FF here.
Sheldon’s vision blurred as he watched the feathers on Amy’s dress multiply. It had been an amazing but exhausting day. So many handshakes (much to his chagrin), interviews, photos, congratulations, and by the end of it all, so many hugs exchanged with their friends as they said goodnight, and Sheldon apologized for his behavior once more. After his speech earlier this evening, the gang had decided it was all water under the bridge anyway. It wasn’t to Sheldon. He realized just how close he had come to losing all of them, and he was determined to appreciate his friends better from here on out.
If he was being honest, the biggest contributing factor to his exhaustion was this nagging fear that things still weren’t right between him and Amy. Sure, she was fine during the ceremony, and every time their eyes met during all of the mingling and interviews, she’d given him a smile. But he wasn’t convinced. They hadn’t gotten a chance to talk alone since they were in their hotel room earlier when Amy had spoken words that had shaken him to his core.
He thought today would be perfect; finally winning the prize he’d sought after his whole life, with his brilliant wife standing proudly beside him sharing the victory. By all accounts, it was one of the best days of his life. But knowing there was a chance Amy might not be as happy in their marriage as he had believed left him rattled. He had to make this right.
They finally were able to return to their hotel room for the night. They were both so tired of talking that neither one said much on the way back.
Once the door was closed they began to change into their pajamas. Sheldon was quite ready to get out of his tuxedo, and he imagined Amy’s feet were hurting from her fancy shoes.
They quietly went through their nighttime routines, Sheldon first, then Amy. He got in bed and waited for her to join him. Part of him just wanted to sleep and let this go until morning, but he didn’t think he actually would sleep if he put it off.
Amy turned out the lights around the room except for the one by their bed and crawled into the covers. “Wow, we really did it,” she said.
“We did,” Sheldon agreed cautiously. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired, but I still have so much adrenaline. It might take me a little while to actually fall asleep.”
“In that case, can we talk?”
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