Medicine | One Shot
Summary: Cillian and family time is the best medicine. Warnings: Fluff! Dad!Cill Pairing: Cillian X Fem!Reader Part:1/1 Requested: No - I'm just unwellll and would love a Cillian to come stroke my head. Notes - the part in italic are little flash backs of younger reader & Cillian! Also seriously unedited because I had the urge to write but no energy to edit.
Medicine | One Shot
Masterlist.
Medicine.
The muffled sounds of your three children floated through the closed door, you could feel the steam easing the pressure on your sinuses and head.
You'd spent the past week in bed, Cillian taking over the school run, your share of the house work and the cooking.
Just lifting your head from the pillow to accept bowls of soup and hot drinks was enough to bring tears to your eyes.
You were so glad Cillian was home, so you could rest and hide from the outside world, with tissue shoved up your nose and piles upon piles of empty medication packets, cough sweet wrappers and used tissues.
You heard the unmistakeable whisper of Cillian ushering the children from the room, before the bathroom door was opened.
"How you feeling love?" he asked closing the door behind himself.
"More human" you smiled, looking up at him, he gently pushed your hair back off your forehead, instinctivly checking your temperature like he would the childrens.
"The three mini humans are asking when they can cuddle mummy" Cillian perched on the side of the bath, you looked up at him "We could all climb into bed" you suggested.
Cillian smiled, nodding at your request, grabbing the loofah from the hook, you passed him the bodywash the scent he loved, when it clung to your skin as you slipped into bed next to him. The silence between you was comfortable after fifteen years of marriage and twenty years of being together you didn't need to fill them.
Cillian slowly washed your back his fingers grazing over your skin, the final remenants of a summer tan fading, the small tattoo of your wedding date on your shoulder blade.
Cillian smiled, you had looked mesmerising that day, the ivory gown flowing over your curves, the beaming smile you wore all day, the way you had fallen asleep curled into his chest moments after getting into bed, a mumbled i love you hubs leaving your lips as you drifted off.
You relaxed into his touch, as his hands replaced the loofah, massaging at your aching muscles, your eyes closed as he worked at the knots in your shoulders, you could drift off right there in the warm bath with your husband relaxing you.
"Don't fall asleep" he laughed lightly, you opened your eyes slowly to meet his gaze.
"So good with those hands, Murphy" you giggled, he smirked leaning to press a kiss to your lips something that had been banned for the past week, not wanting you both ill with three children running rings round you.
The kiss was slow, soft pecks then his tongue snaked into your mouth, you had missed him, missed the close contact of him, both mid forties and acting like teenagers all over again.
You'd met at your twenty first birthday, in some run down club in Dublin, Cillian had backed into you at the bar, spilling your red wine down your dress, you had a face like thunder as he turned round apologies falling from his full lips "My bloody dress ya eejit" you had shoved at his shoulder, before storming off.
Two hours later you were wrapped round him in the taxi rank, lips pressed together as you sheltered from the rain, he'd been mumbling about a new dress but you weren't sure you cared if the ruined one was going to end up on his bedroom floor anyway.
Cillian pulled away first, the need to actually breathe getting the better of him "bet the water is getting cold?" he asked, you nodded as he got up pulled the towel from the heated rack and held it for you.
"Come here" he wrapped you in the fluffy towel, pulling your body into him, dropping a kiss to the top of your head.
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An hour and a half later, the children fed, bathed and in pyjama's you were all piling into the superking bed.
You and Cillian in the middle, Arabella between your legs resting against your chest, Finley on Cillians left side, Jackson, your oldest baby sitting to your right phone in hand.
You could feel your heart swell with love for the three children you and Cillian had bought into the world, Cillian was an amazing dad, god you loved watching him with the children.
Somedays you were convinced you could have a handful more babies with him, then you were reminded of the tantrums, the sleepless nights and the aching bones of being pregnant.
You were thankful for the sleep interuptions becoming less frequent, for the alone time you got with Cillian, but right now snuggled up in your bed, your husbands hand resting on your thigh, the sweet scent of your daughters freshly washed hair, the press of your teenage son leaning agaist your side, your middle son passing you the remote 'to chose a film because you've been unwell mummy its your turn', you were sure you could see another one or two slotting in perfectly.
Hours later when you're carefully moving your sleeping daughter to her own bed, Cillian carrying a half asleep Finley to his room and Jackson mumbling a goodnight before closing his door you knew you couldn't juggle another newborn.
When you slipped into bed next to Cillian, his hands wandering under the oversized sleep shirt, his lips peppering kisses across your collarbone, you were sure you wouldn't give up moments like this for nights covered in milk and rocking a teething baby back to sleep.
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