Warning(s): Cursing,Mild Violence, and Mention of Drugs
Summary: Request submitted by @mint-opal : I’m very very very here for some Raymond taking care of his femme lover (and maybe some kids but thats your choice!!) and him being gentle and stern and soft but tough :(
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“I told you to stay out of it,” Raymond huffed as he placed you on the island of your kitchen.
“And I told you not to do dangerous stuff without me,” You tried to joke as he retreated to the guest bathroom for the first-aid kit and a rag.
To make a long story short. Raymond had been telling you about a revival business disbursing harmful marijuana under Mickey's name. Raymond being Mickey's right hand was in charge of handling the situation. Your husband was supposed to threaten them, shake them up a bit nothing more, nothing less.
You decided to show up knowing you could be very persuasive and threatening when need be, after getting your kids a babysitter of course. There was never supposed to be any physical altercations. However, when things went south, fists went flying, including one to your face.
“It’s my job,” Raymond replied, returning to the kitchen.
“It was mine too,” You countered.
“But what did we agree on, huh? We agreed that...” Your husband started, but you cut him off. “Agreed? The minute I got pregnant, you basically put me on house arrest."
"For good reason," He mumbled before leaving the kitchen once again. Raymond quickly returned with a frozen steak in hand. "Here," He said lightly, shoving the cold meat into your awaiting hand.
"Wagyu, nice," You mentioned, lifting the meat in cheers before placing it on your quickly bruising eye.
Raymond shook his head at your humor, opening the first aid kit in the process. He began to pull out all the things he would need to clean up the cuts on your lip and eyebrow.
"Are you alright, mommy?" a sudden voice called out, startling you a bit. You looked past your husband to see your four old daughter walk into the room.
Raymond turned to your daughter and then back to you. He placed his muscular arms against the counter, giving a heavy sigh. Raymond never wanted your children to see either of you in such a state, especially at such a young age.
"I thought they were supposed to be at the park," Raymond whispered, ensuring your questioning child could not hear.
"I thought so too, they must've come back early," You whispered in response before turning back to your small daughter and replying. "I'm alright, sweetheart; thank you for asking."
Your daughter made her way further into the kitchen close enough to lean against her father's leg and up at you. "Daddy, is she really okay? You know she sometimes fibs," Your daughter remarked, giving the best skeptical face she could as she looked to her father. Her response confused you a bit, did you lie that often?
"Yes, sweetie mommy is fine, now run along and play with your brother,"
"But daddy, he has germs!" Your daughter protested.
"I do not!" You heard your son's voice shout as he, along with their long time babysitter, entered the kitchen.
"My apologies, we had to return early from the park because he fell ill," the babysitter explained. You looked to your son with a weak smile as you noticed his clothes now held a stain down the front of his shirt.
"Was it the seesaw again?" You questioned your son. He gave a meek nod of his head in reply.
Raymond made his way over to your son, getting on his knee so that they would be about the same height.
"Well, that's alright. We just have to learn from this. Isn't that right, buddy?" Raymond asked your son, ruffling his head of hair in the process. The small boy once again nodded.
Your husband stood and looked to your babysitter. "Could you get these two cleaned up, please?"
"Of course, come along, miss," said the babysitter, reaching a free hand out to your daughter.
"Fine," the small girl muttered, not wanting to join the babysitter.
Once the room was back down to you and Raymond, you could relax a bit. Before you were holding back little winces and surges of pain that ran through your body.
"Let's get you cleaned up as well," Raymond said, finally beginning the process of tending to your wounds. He went to the sink, wetting the rag to rid your cuts and face of the little blood that stained it.
He lightly placed the rag against your cut lip, causing you to wince a bit. Raymond looked up from your lips to meet your eyes once he noticed the small movement. He realized you had removed the steak from your now very bruised and swollen eye unintentionally when talking to your children. Your husband pushed the meat to your eye with his free hand, causing you to chuckle a bit.
"I don't see what's so funny," Raymond commented sternly.
"Come on, Ray; there is a slab of steak covering my face. That's pretty funny if you ask me," You jested, trying to make light of the situation. You hated seeing Raymond in such a mood.
"Well, I didn't, and that steak is only there because you went and got yourself hurt."
"I was trying to help," You tried to reason.
"And look at you now," Your husband retorted, removing the rag from your lip. He took it back to the sink to rid it of your blood.
"You should see the other guy," You quipped, making yourself chuckle. The statement was truthful, though. Yeah, the asshole got a nice hit on you, but you returned it tenfold. You wouldn't be surprised if he were in the hospital at that very moment. Unfortunately, Raymond did not find it as funny as you.
"This isn't a joke, Y/N!" Raymond shouted, throwing the damp rag into the sink.
His outburst made you shrink on the spot. You two rarely shouted at each other, but when you did, you knew it was serious. You knew you were in the wrong here. It was no time to joke, but honestly, that's how you dealt with bad situations sometimes.
The room was now silent, you being too unsure to say anything, and Ray still being too angry to talk with you without yelling. Raymond heavily sighed, picking up the discarded rag, wringing it out and bringing it back over to you. He placed the cloth along your brow, just above where you held the defrosting wagyu beef.
After a minute of dabbing your brow and wiping it of now drying blood, he spoke."Look, I'm sorry I just don't want you getting hurt, love."
"I'm a big girl Raymond."
"Yeah, but you're still my girl," Raymond said, dropping the cloth to the counter and wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. "And I don't know what I would do if you weren't in my life, in our kid's life."
"You can't think like that," you said, finding comfort in playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.
"How can I not when you put yourself in harms way like that," Raymond contradicted, lessening his grip on you to look you in the eye
"Well, how do you think I feel when you do the same thing?"You questioned the hypocritical man. Raymond said nothing; he knew you were right. He couldn't be too mad at you getting yourself in a bad situation when he did it everyday.
"Please don't fight me on this, I just want my family safe," Raymond basically pleaded. He didn't have much of an argument, but the one he gave was damn strong.
You could argue that you wanted him safe too, but there was no point. Raymond had been in the business for years, even before you. He knew what he was doing; you just had to hope his years of work prepared him for any dangerous situation.
You took a moment to think it all out and finally settled on a decision."Fine, but you owe me a cooked steak," You said, wagging the wagyu in your husband's face. He actually chuckled at this joke, but it may be because he knew how you would keep yourself safe for him and your kids.
"Deal," Raymond replied, giving a kiss to your lips, being sure to avoid the cut that was there.
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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I absolutely loved this movie and Raymond was probably my favorite character. Thanks again to @mint-opal for requesting this imagine. Requests are still open so if you have any ideas you can send them my way. Feel free to let me know what you guys think!
