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You are worth every word of love. Worth every good deed, worth every smile, every tear of joy. You are worth the suns rays and the warm air, you are worth the happiness and the laughter. You are worth everything good and beautiful. Give everyone and anyone this message, go to random blogs, someone you don’t even know, stretch your ask limit, anon or not, tell them they are worth it. Because the world needs more love.
CRIES LOUDLY AT YOU
"You’re gonna catch a cold."
There is a teasing lilt to Raleigh's voice, one that has Bonnie flushing darkly and cursing the jaeger pilot's insomnia.
It is just her luck that he is the one to catch her wandering around at night in her pajamas, the nightmares getting so bad that she had literally jumped out of bed and run out of her room in her shorts and tank top, barefoot slapping on the metal floor as she ran down the corridor until her breath was heaving.
He is not mocking though, far from it, in fact, so all Bonnie does is throw him a Look.
The worry hidden in his eyes gives her pause, and she forces a smile. "Who's the medic here?" she tosses back at him playfully. She eyes his equally bare feet and raises an eyebrow. "And apparently I won't be the only one coming down with a cold."
He knows her better than to push the cause of her being out of bed so late, but reads something in her tone and posture to know that she does not want to be alone. Bonnie does not resist when he flings an arm around her shoulder and pulls her into his comforting warmth.
"Well," his breath is hot on her ear, and Bonnie snuggles into his knitted sweater. "Maybe I'll be a better patient with company."
She scoffs and elbows him lightly. "Like that'll ever happen."
[ When she finally gets back to her bed in the early hours of the morning? There are no more nightmares. ]
"Did I fall asleep?"
Bonnie wishes she could say she is surprised when she looks up from the notes she is reading and over at Raleigh and finds him passed out, Yana blinking up at her from the crook of his arm.
It is an adorable sight, made more adorable by the eighteen-month old child's chubby index finger being brought to her lips and a "Shh," that is loud in the silence of the room.
She puts her pen down and leans over to the baby, picking Yana up when she stretches her arms out to her, and rests her on her hip. A grin spreads involuntarily across her face when immediately, the jaeger pilot in Bonnie's bed (a familiar and completely innocent sight over the past few months) shifts and blinks blearily up at them both.
His mumbled question is rewarded with nothing more than a chuckle, and Bonnie questions herself silently once again as to who is the adult and who is the child when Yana gets her hands on Raleigh's face and pats his mussed up hair down. The witch is tugged down beside Raleigh when he pulls his niece into his arms, and the cheeky, sleepy grin on his face tells her it is not an accident.
"Go back to sleep," she grumbles at him, but does not complain when uncle and niece both wrap arms around her and fold her into a comfortable hug.
Five minutes later, Raleigh is asleep again.
And resting on his chest, so are Yana and Bonnie.
alwaysdidhavebadtiming replied to your post: I need to catch up on another account. One reply...
omg you mean we get to see raleigh finally. ;slow claps
yes, yes you do. and then we need to have him and mako fight pls
You're so warm. Don't move.
The words are mumbled into the crook of her neck and Megan hums something in response, half asleep herself. They’re a mess of tangled limbs until she’s kicking off the covers because her newly altered hypothalamus won’t allow her stay any longer beneath them. Raleigh groans, trying to pull her under the blankets and in the end she makes him the little spoon, curling up against his back and hugging him tight. She really has become his own personal space heater.
"You called the police?"
Megan stares at Raleigh incredulously, brows pulled down tight over her eyes. “The fuck makes you think that I called the cops? Why the hell would I call the cops? I’M THE LAST PERSON THAT WOULD CALL THE COPS.”
Together they go back to peeking out the blinds at the flashing red and blue lights outside the apartment, water bong on the table momentarily forgotten.
♔
Send ♔ for an angry voice mail.
"Becket, what the hell did you tell the people at Yana's daycare center? I keep getting these weird looks every time I go to pick her up! And one of them even told me to 'be strong'. Be strong for what? Stop avoiding my calls and explain yourself. And it better be a damn good explanation."
+ alwaysdidhavebadtiming
It was late into the night. That, on top of the fact that she was tired from her plane ride over to Hong Kong, she was more than ready to get to sleep. So she followed the flow of people out, humming a little tune as she did so, but managed to bump into somebody and drop her clipboard.
She muttered 'crap' under her breath and stooped down to grab it before shooting an apologetic smile to the man she had bumped into. "Hey ... sorry 'bout that -- Oh! You're Raleigh Becket, right?"
