adam x third wife reader from eden who are now in heaven together? maybe some fluff where they're just enjoying some time together and simply happy to still be so committed to each other after all this time? ^_^
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adam x third wife!reader
He never thought it would be this… quiet.
Adam had always been surrounded by something. Noise, expectations, presence. Even back in Eden, when everything was new and uncertain, there had always been a kind of tension in the air. Something waiting to shift.
There is nothing waiting to go wrong.
And somehow, that is what takes him the longest to get used to.
You find him sitting by the edge of the water.
It is not a place he would have chosen before. Too still. Too quiet. Too much space to think.
You approach without saying anything at first, letting your footsteps soften into the grass as you move closer. He notices anyway. Of course he does. His head tilts slightly, just enough to acknowledge you without turning fully.
“You’re staring,” he says.
You smile faintly, settling down beside him. “You always say that.”
“Because you always are.”
“Maybe I just like looking at you.”
That gets him to glance over.
“…yeah,” he mutters. “Fair enough.”
For a while, neither of you says anything.
The quiet is not heavy. It does not press in or demand to be filled. It just… exists. Soft, steady, easy.
It had not always been like this.
Back in Eden, things were sharper. Newer. There had been moments of uncertainty, of learning each other, of choosing each other again and again without knowing what would come next.
Loving him had not been simple.
Loving you had not been simple for him either.
And somehow, through everything that came after—
“You remember,” you start, voice light, “how convinced you were that you were always right.”
Adam scoffs immediately. “I was always right.”
“I was most of the time.”
You tilt your head, giving him a look.
He exhales through his nose, shaking his head slightly.
“…okay, maybe not most of the time.”
He watches you for a second longer than necessary.
That is the thing that never changed.
He still looks at you the same way.
Like he is trying to figure something out and already knows the answer. Like you are familiar and new all at once. Like nothing that happened in between was enough to make him look away.
“You’re doing it again,” you say quietly.
“That thing where you stare and pretend you’re not.”
“I’m not pretending,” he replies.
He shifts slightly closer.
Not dramatic. Not announced.
His shoulder brushes yours, the contact easy, natural, like it has always belonged there. His hand rests beside yours, fingers just barely touching, not quite taking, not quite pulling away.
“You ever think about it,” you ask softly.
“How long we’ve been doing this.”
Adam hums, glancing out over the water again.
“…nah,” he says after a moment. “Doesn’t matter.”
You glance at him. “It doesn’t?”
He shrugs, like it is obvious.
“We’re still here,” he says. “That’s all that counts.”
The simplicity of it settles into your chest.
Because that is exactly how he has always been.
Not when it comes to this.
You lean into him slightly.
He stills for half a second.
His arm shifts, coming up to rest loosely around you, pulling you just a little closer without making a big deal out of it. His hand settles at your side, steady and warm, like it has nowhere else it would rather be.
There were times you thought you would lose this.
Lose everything you had built together.
Moments where it felt too fragile, too uncertain, too easy to break.
With nothing pulling you apart, nothing threatening to take this away—
“Hey,” Adam says after a while.
You hum softly in response.
But they land heavier than anything else he has said.
You turn your head slightly, looking at him.
“Doesn’t matter when,” he adds. “Doesn’t matter where. Same choice.”
Your chest tightens, something soft and warm settling there.
He huffs quietly, glancing away like he did not just say something that felt that big.
But his arm tightens just slightly around you.
He does not pretend he did not mean it.
Time stretches in that soft, endless way that only exists here.
And as you sit there together, wrapped in something that has survived everything it should not have—
There is nothing left to prove.
Nothing left to question.
Still choosing each other.
With nothing in the world that can take it away.
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