Summary: Derek gets injured on the job and his wife has no problem helping him feel better.
Warrings: SMUT! Oral(male and female receiving), dirty talk, sudducing, slight public sex, Not proof read.
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Derek and his wife were both surgeons. They dealt with and saw a lot of different things and patience with very different backgrounds. Sometimes seeing those backgrounds and stepping into their worlds was probably the hardest part of the job.
It was one of those unexpected days, the type of day where they were forced into unchartered territory. It was one of those rare times Ped and Nero came together as one, giving Derek and y/n the opportunity to work on a case together. A little girl had came into the ER with a concussion and it wasn't minor. After a few check ups and noticing the body language of both the daughter and her mother, Derek had the suspicion the little girl was Being abused. Unfortunately they were right, God they hated it when they were right about those things when the cops came to separate the kid from the mom, she went after Derek in a fit of rage before she was hauled into custody. Nothing serious happened to Derek, just four scratches on the side of his neck and the top of his jaw from an awfully manicured hand.
After things calmed down, Derek sighed walking up the nurse's station with the little girls chart. Y/n looked up from the computer and saw his neck. “Jesus, Baby” she said, taking his jaw in her hand and gently moving his head to the side to see the damage.
“It's nothing, honey. don't worry about it” he said, shrugging her off.
“That bitch got you good”
Derek sighed and put his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He knew she would get upset. “It's just a few scratches, y/n. The mom flipped out when social services showed up”
“You're letting me clean this up and bandage it up” she told him.
Derek rolled his eyes playfully and let her have her way. “Yes, my dear wife, whatever you say” Derek jokingly said.
“Yeah, because It could get infected” she said in what Derek called her ‘serious wife tone’
Derek smiled softly at her and gently kissed her forehead. “Fine, Doctor Shepherd. Have your way with me” he teasingly added, knowing she'd fuss over him.
Y/n pulled him into the Attending's lounge for privacy and he sat down on the arm of the couch. Y/n grabbed the needed supplies and stood between his legs, gently cleaning the blood off his neck.
Derek Leaned into her gentle touch, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I know you're just worried, but you know I've had worse just from getting into fights with Mark” Derek teasingly said.
“Shh” y/n said, dabbing the scratches with peroxide, making a small groan leave Derek's lips as he stayed calm through it all. He placed one hand on her waist, rubbing the top of her hip with his thumb.
“Sorry, Honey” she sighed sympathetically as she finished cleaning the area with care.
He gripped her a bit tighter, as the peroxide stung. “It's alright. you don't gotta apologize, baby”
Y/n just got madder the longer she stared at those four scratches. It was rough, the type of scratch you'd get from a cat, but bigger. She bit her lip as her anger bubbled. Of all things she was pissed off she was cleaning off small flakes of cheap nail polish off the wound. Thankfully it wasn't deep enough for stitches. Usually Derek was the overprotective one. The one that over reacted about minor inconveniences.
She bit her lip, shaking her head as she threw the bloody gauze in the trash. “that fucking bitch” she mumbled rubbed ointment on his cleaned scratches.
Derek smiled softly at her protective nature, knowing she was more angry than he was. Her usual cool demeanor cracked when something happened to him, which he found endearing. “Easy there, tiger” he chuckled softly, leaning his head against her neck, kissing her cheek.
“No, she puts her hands on you”
he couldn't help but smile softly as he gently wrapped his arms around her waist, rubbing her hips with his thumbs. “I know she did and I understand that you're mad about it too, but I'm okay” he then put one of her hands on his chest over his heart, so she could feel it beating.
It made her take a deep breath, he watched her shoulders dip back down and he could feel her relax a bit. “See? I'm okay, my heart’s still beating” he whispered in an almost soft, sarcastic way. A soft chuckle left his lips as he looked up into her eyes.
Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. “don't be a smart ass” she joked softly, gently shoving him.
“Aw, come on. you know you love me and my smartassness” Derek chuckled again, wrapping his arms around her more, pressing her up against his body as his hands gripped her hips.
“Smartassness isn't even a real word. And another thing, you would have a cow if the roles were reversed,” y/n said, looking him in the eyes. “you've pushed a patient away from me before”
Derek couldn't help but chuckle a bit as she mentions the one time he almost lost his cool. He could be very overprotective at times. “But that was different” he said gently as he pulled her closer and gave her ass a slight pat.
“How?”
he pulled back to look up at her, one hand going up to her face, gently cupping her face in his hand. His thumb gently Rubbed her cheek as he spoke. “I'm allowed to be protective of my wife, but no one else is allowed to lay a hand on you” he said softly as he leaned in, his nose brushing up against her's.
Y/n rolled her eyes and placed her hands on his chest, stopping him. “hang on, I still need to bandage your neck up”
Derek smirked softly as she stopped him from continuing, he then sighed dramatically. “Alright, alright, do your thing” He joked with a chuckle as he sat patiently for her to finish.
Y/n opened up a bandage and placed over the scratches on his neck. “There”
“Thank you, Baby” he whispered once the bandage was on and he was able to turn back to her.
She kissed him on the nose. “your welcome”
Derek smirked before speaking in a jokingly yet sarcastic manner. “Do I get a lollipop for being such a good boy?”
“Oh, yes. Of course,” y/n rolled her eyes playfully, throwing away the gloves she used. “What flavor? cherry?” she rolled her eyes.
Derek grinned at her as she teased him. “Hmm, cherry would be nice” he joked in a slightly suggestive way as he looked her up and down.
Y/n rolled her eyes playfully as she cupped his jaw. She pressed her lips against his passionately, making Derek moan softly against her lips. She tasted sweet, like cherries. The taste wasn't so subtle, but he loved how her chapstick gave her soft, plump lips that wild cherry flavor.
Derek wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. “Mmm, that's just the flavor I wanted” He whispered between kisses before deepening it, running his tongue along her bottom lip.
Y/n pulled away gently for air, pressing her forehead against his. Derek smiled, his hand gently rubbing up and down her hip. “Hm, I think I like that lollipop the best,” he joked, still in a suggestive tone.
She shook her head playfully. “You're such a dork sometimes”
He smirked once again, knowing he was pushing her buttons. “What? I have a thing for cherry flavored things” He continued to tease, using his hands to go up her shirt, gently rubbing her skin as he spoke.
She rolled her eyes playfully and pressed her lips to his again then pulled away only for him to grab her chin, brushing his tongue against her lips.
Derek smirked at her reaction, his tongue gently prodded her lips again, not just to taste her again but wanting them to open so he could tease her more. His hands roamed over her body and under her scrub top.
Y/n pulled away gently. “I'm still pissed about your neck”
Derek pouted at her, pulling away and taking a breath. “Oh, come on baby. It’s just a few scratches, I’m fine” he said as his hands roamed further up her body as he tried to pull her back to him.
She pulled away before he could kiss her again, making Derek huffed as he was once again foiled in his attempts to get physical with her. “Those few scratches that could have gotten infected. Who knows what was under that white trash bitch's nails”
He couldn't help but smirk when she called the mom that attacked him white trash. “True but didn’t you just clean and disinfect the scratches before you put the bandages on them, my darling wife?”
Derek sighed and rolled his eyes at her pulling away and dodging him yet again. “Yes, but I still want to beat her trailer trash ass”
He chuckled a bit at her saying she wanted to beat her ‘trailer trash ass up.’ “Now, honey, you can’t go around saying you’re gonna beat someone’s ass. You’re a doctor, not a street fighter” he couldn’t help but tease her a bit.
“I know how to fuck someone up”
“y/n,” he said softly, trying to get her to relax. “You’re too sweet to go around beating up people”
Y/n pulled away yet again before he could kiss her. “am not”
Derek pouted again when he was once again foiled by her pulling away from him. He chuckled a bit at her saying “am not”, he wasn’t sure if she was trying to be cute or not but it was adorable. “Yeah, you are. You’re the sweetest person I know” he said softly, gently rubbing her hips, he was getting slightly frustrated at her constantly pulling away from him.
“Now, can I finally kiss you? Or are you gonna keep pulling away from me like a teasing little brat?”
She cupped both sides of his jaw. “yes, you can kiss me now”
Derek let out a slight moan against her lips when she FINALLY kissed him. His hands slid around her waist and he held her tight. His mouth moving against hers, desperate to deepen the kiss. The cherry flavor still lingered on his lips as she slid her tongue past his lips.
His hand gently caressed her cheek while his tongue met hers in a passionate dance. He pulled her closer, one hand sliding up her back while the other stayed firmly on her waist. He moaned softly against her lips. “that cherry chapstick is driving me crazy”
He pulled her on top of his lap, straddling him. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer as he continued to kiss her deeply.
Y/n pulled away gently and leaned down to nip and kiss down his jaw. “I'll give you an amazing orgasm if you let me punch that bitch,” she whispered in his ear. “Just one punch, square in the face”
He chuckled darkly against her hair, gripping her hips tighter. “Baby, are you trying to bribe me with sex for violence?” he groaned as she hit all the right spots with those little nips.
“You heard me”
Derek couldn’t help but smirk, getting very interested in the idea. “What exactly was that promise you gave me again, baby?” He asked in a slightly teasing tone, he was almost going to agree to let her punch the woman.
“An orgasm” she whispered seductively in his ear.
he felt a shiver run down his spine as she whispered in his ear. He began to imagine what she was planning to do to him. He couldn’t help but grip her hips even tighter, getting just a little more worked up. “And what exactly are you gonna do to me, baby?”
“Anything you want” she whispered in his ear then nipped at the skin below it.
Derek's breath hitched, and he let out a deep moan. “Fuck,” His hands began to roam more freely over her body as he thought about her offer he gently nipped at her earlobe. “How about I make a deal with you, baby”
“Hm?”
He began to grab her and pull her to sit in his lap, his lips gently kissing her neck, nipping at her sensitive skin as he spoke. “I’m thinking your pretty little mouth would be a wonderful place to finish” He said in a soft, seductive voice.
“Yeah, baby?” she whispered seductively, grabbing his chin, tilting his head up to look at her as she spoke. “You wanna cum down my throat?”
He groaned at her words, his eyes darkened with lust as he looked up at her. He nodded his head slowly, biting his lip. “Yeah, baby. I wanna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours until I cum down your throat” He said, his voice husky with desire.
Y/n dropped to her knees in front of him and pulled down his scrub pants. He let out a soft groan as his hard cock springs free, bobbing slightly in front of her face. “Fuck” He breathed heavily, his eyes locked on hers as she looked up at him.
As their eyes locked he let out a deep groan as she wrapped her small hand around his thick shaft, slowly pumping him. He couldn’t help but place a hand on her head, his fingers gently playing with her hair as he looked down at her. “Open that pretty little mouth for me, baby”
As her tongue reached out to meet his tip, his head lulled back in pleasure, her hand still wrapped around the base of him. Her lips parted slowly, taking the first inch of him, and swirling my tongue around him. He exhaled heavily, his breaths deep, but quick with the slightest grunt mixed in. The way he sounded made her wetter and her thighs clench.
Derek gently gripped her hair tighter, moving her head slowly back and forth over his length as she took more of him into her mouth. “Fuck, yes. Just like that, baby,” His voice was thick with pleasure as he watched her take him deeper. “Your mouth feels incredible”
Y/n couldn't help but moan as she took him deeper into her mouth, pressing his cock to the back of my throat. Derek felt like he was going to pass out from the pleasure, his vision starting to blur as she sucked him off so expertly. He reached down and grabbed her head, holding her in place as he started to thrust even deeper into her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin with each stroke.
She gagged slightly as his tip hit the back of her throat. She squeezed his thighs, digging her nails into his skin. he let out a ragged breath, almost growling as his hips moved faster, fucking her face more urgently. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good” His voice was strained, near whimpering as he got closer to the edge.
Y/n moaned against him, getting him closer and closer, his balls drawing up tight against his body. He could feel the pressure building to a boiling point, his release imminent. He looked down, watching as she choked and gagged on his thick length, her mascara running down her face from tears.
She went up to cup and massage his balls and that was it, the feeling of her handling him like that and the vibrations of her moans sent him over the edge. He let out a loud, guttural groan as he started to cum down her throat, his hot seed filling her mouth and coating her throat. “Fuck!”
Y/n moaned, swallowing every last drop. He finished, his head falling back against the, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His release was so intense, he could barely see straight. He looked down at her, his precious girl on her knees with her face and mouth coated in his seed.
She licked her lips clean, standing up between his thighs. He looked up at her, his eyes soft with love and adoration as she stood between his thighs. He reached out and gently wiped the tears from her face, his thumb brushing away the mascara streaks. “Baby,” he whispered, his voice still shaking slightly with aftershock. “You are incredible”
Y/n smirked, cupping his jaw and kissing him softly. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he kissed her back, his lips still soft and gentle despite the intensity of their moment. “I love you so much, baby” He murmured against her lips, his heart still racing from his intense orgasm.
“I love you too”
He nuzzled his nose against hers, his hands roaming over her back possessively. He broke the kiss to whisper. “You always take it so well. My poor baby's throat must be sore” He murmured, his fingers tracing patterns on her back.
“It's worth it” she said softly.
Derek smiled tenderly at her, cupping her face “You're amazing,” He whispered, before capturing her lips in another tender kiss. “But I still want to make you feel good,” he murmured against her lips. "My turn now. Lie down for me, angel.”
Y/n pecked him on the lips then laid down on the couch that was in the attending’s lounge. Derek's eyes darkened with desire as he looked at his beautiful wife lying on the couch. He walked over, kneeling between her legs. He reached out, tugging her scrub bottoms off and spread her legs wider, admiring the sight of her wet pussy. “So beautiful”
She blushed as he leaned down and kissed her inner thigh, trailing slow, soft kisses up towards her center. “You're so fucking perfect. I never get tired of seeing you blush, I just want to kiss every inch of you” His breath ghosted over her clit as he spoke, making her squirm and her breath hitch. She grabbed his hair in her fist while her hips instinctively bucked towards him.
He chuckled softly at her response, blowing a cool breath over her clit again. “You're so sensitive,” his tongue flicked out, giving her clit a quick tease before pulling back. “Tell me what you want, baby. Do you want me to lick your pretty pussy?”
Y/n nodded quickly, her heart rate pounding with anticipation.
“Not good enough, y/n. I need to hear those sweet words from your lips” He said teasingly, blowing another breath across her sensitive folds, making her hips buck. His fingers gently brushed through her wetness, but didn't touch her where she needed it most.
“P-please,” her breath hitched. “T-touch me, Derek”
He grinned, loving how desperate she sounded. “Oh, baby,” he buried his face between her legs, his tongue diving straight into her dripping pussy, making her head fall back in pleasure. “Fuck, you taste so good” he licked and sucked at her clit, moaning against her as she tugged at his hair. His fingers reached up, spreading her open wide as he began to eat her out.
Derek moaned against her, the vibrations making her gasp and arch her back. He slid one finger inside her, then another, pumping them in and out as he sucked on her clit. He looked up at her, watching her face contort in pleasure.
“D-Derek!”
He felt her walls tightening around his fingers, and he knew she was close. “That's it, baby. Come for me. Scream my name as you come all over my face” he curled his fingers up, hitting that special spot inside her and triggering her orgasm unexpectedly. She tugged at his hair, arching her hips up against his face as she came undone.
Derek groaned into her pussy, intensifying the pressure on her clit as he felt her come undone. He lapped up every drop of her juices, milking her orgasm for all it was worth while his fingers continued to thrust inside her. “That's my girl”
Y/n gasped, trying to catch her breath. Derek slowly pulled his face away, his lips glistening with her essence. He crawled up her body, claiming her lips in a deep, possessive kiss. She moaned against his lips, carding her fingers through his hair.
He broke the kiss to nuzzle against her neck, planting soft kisses along her collarbone. “You're absolutely gorgeous when you cum” his voice was husky with desire, his hand pressing against her thigh.
“Mmm” she sighed, her head falling back against the couch cushion as she caught her breath. “don't think I'm gonna punch anyone. I did enough physical things for one day” she smirked.
Derek chuckled, nipping at her earlobe. “Good because I'm not done with you yet, Baby” His hand slowly slid up her thigh, his fingers brushing against her still-sensitive pussy. “Round two?”
She kissed him softly. “Let's get home first” she mumbled against his lips.
He pouted, pretending to be disappointed. “Fine, fine. But we're picking up where we left off as soon as we get home” he warned, helping her sit up and straighten out her clothes.
“Let's go” He said huskily, grabbing her hand, entwining their fingers as the snuck out of the Attending's lounge.
pairing: jack abbot x derek shepherd’s sister!reader
word count: 0.8k
rating: teen
summary: the shepherd name is renowned in hospitals around the country but derek’s making a name for himself in other ways at PTMC
tags/ warnings: age gap relationship, secret relationship kinda, derek doesn’t know, age gap between siblings, arguing, jack in his SWAT gear, set in season two, dereks kind of a dick but he can be like that, we’re going to pretend that the timelines line up for if to be approx season 4 of greys and two of the Pitt, and that the way residencies and internships work the same in both hospitals which they don’t but we move x
notes: just a little added drabble for @queen-of-naboo14
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You hadn’t been lying when you said the Shepherds were a lot to handle. They were, even for him, someone who’d seen active combat and his fair share of disgruntled and challenging patients. It was almost like being back on the field, your words the ammo and your precision timed and devastating on both parts. And that was just your brother, he dreaded to think what meeting your four sisters would be like.
But he held his own. It didn’t matter that your brother evidently didn’t think the Pitt or someone so much older than you was a good fit, something you continued to level back at him with a simple, ‘and how is Meredith?’
And he shouldn’t have been surprised that you did to. That you held his hand and talked about your residency. How you bragged about Jack’s leadership and how the Pitt was one of the best places to work in Pittsburgh. That Derek didn’t seem to buy any of it no matter how you carried on.
Because none of that mattered. He didn’t care what speciality you picked or your age difference, even if you did say things sometimes that had his brain lagging like dial up internet. Because he loved you, more than he ever had anyone. So what ever anyone else thought, well that was none of his damn business. Although he was sure your brother was going to make it so.
‘So,’ Derek said as you excused yourself to the bathroom, your hand slipping out of his reluctantly, ‘what made you pick the ED?’
‘I was a trauma medic,’ Jack said simply, taking a sip of his coffee.
‘Still are by the looks of things,’ Derek said, ‘how is the bullet wound?’
‘Sore but I’ll live,’ Jack shrugged.
‘And next time?’ Derek asked, ‘when it’s worse? When she’s crafted her whole life around you and something bad happens?’
Jack sat back, eyeing him over his coffee cup. Derek sat back too, arms folded across his chest in challenge. He’d known guys like him before. Worked with a few of them. Ones that thought they knew best. Ones that couldn’t fathom anything they didn’t recommend. Ones who couldn’t see their own hypocrisy poking through though it was glaringly obvious. Or, as he called them, surgeons.
‘What makes you think I’m holding her hostage?’ Jack asked after a minute, ‘matter of fact, what makes you think that she doesn’t do as she damn well pleases?’
Derek hesitated, like he hadn’t considered it. Because he hadn’t. When he’d been around you’d been pliable. He told you what to do and you did it. You went to a med school he recommended you joined neuro because that’s what he did. But the further away the pair of you had got, it was like he didn’t know you anymore. Sure you checked in but it wasn’t like when he was living in New York. He’d dropped the ball.
‘She picked the Pitt because she wanted to. She’s good at it because she’s an excellent physician. And even if I wasn’t there you know what, it’d still be the right place for her,’ he said firmly, ‘look you see her as your kid sister I get that. But I didn’t fall in love with her because she’s young and pretty. I didn’t chase her to boost my damn ego. I fell in love with her because of who she is, and I’m here as long as she’ll have me.’
‘So what you got it all planned out? You’ve got a ring?’ Derek asked.
‘Yes as it happens,’ Jack said quietly, ‘and I’m not exactly asking for her hand but I know she’d like it if we got along.’
‘What?’ you said, hovering behind his chair unable to believe what you were hearing. Jack turned and found you stood stock still, shock on your face.
‘You’ve got a ring?’ you asked, your eyes never leaving his face as it turned bashful. Jack shrugged.
‘Might have,’ he teased. You moved closer, your hands on his chest as he clasped one of his over them, ‘are you okay with that?’
‘Very,’ you nodded leaning up to capture his lips gently before you pulled back and realised Derek was still watching you from the other side of the table, his face unreadable.
‘Look before you say anything,’ you started but he shrugged.
‘I don’t think there’s anything to say,’ he said, ‘you’re a grown up.’
‘Yeah, I am,’ you said, moving to sit beside him as Jack slipped back into his seat, ‘but Jack’s right. I would like it if we got along better.’
‘Me too,’ he said, leaning over and kissing the top of your head before he looked at Jack and said, ‘can I offer you a piece of advice?’
Derek grabbed a fistful of hair, drawing your head up to watch him as he defiled you. He’s been craving this for week, months— day after day there’s an event he can’t control that’s led to time spent away from you.
His teeth left red hickeys as he dragged his lips across your collarbone, marking you up on purpose. Telling everyone youre his and his only.
“God, fuck—“ he moaned as his hips starting giving shorter, deeper strokes. Your lips let out a string of soft, short whines as he hit the spot every last thrust. “All I’ve wanted is to fuck you,” he moaned as his hand left your hair and steadied onto and gripped your hips.
But suddenly, there was a beep.
Derek picked up the pager, and stared at it, still thrusting inside of you.
“If you gotta go Der, it’s okay,” you moaned out, bummed. All you’ve been thinking about is being used by him and you’ve both been so busy.
He ignored you, simply continuing his pace.
“Der, really—“
His hand clamped over your mouth. “It’s not dire. I’m in control. I’m going to finish fucking you first,” he growled into your ear, keeping the hand over your mouth as you continued to moan and whine helplessly.
His pace, became faster and shorter, holding onto your shoulders for support. As your walls tightened around his cock, he moaned out your name before thrusting in one last time, releasing inside of you.
Still dazed, you laid on the on-call bed half naked with his cum dripping out of you.
He hopped out of the bed, redressing himself quickly.
“I’m not letting a pager control me,” he said harshly before kissing you one last time, leaving the sex linger in the air.
Hi, can u do please a derek shepherd imagine where y/n is pregnant and and she gets involved in an accident (the sarebbe accident of callie)
All I See Is You
Pairing: Derek Shepherd x Pregnant!Reader
Warnings: Angst & Hurt/Comfort | Based on Callie’s Car Crash Scene.
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The call came during surgery.
Derek was in the OR, hands deep in a patient’s brain, when Meredith burst in — ungloved, eyes wide with terror.
“Derek,” she breathed. “It’s Y/N. There’s been an accident. A bad one.”
The scalpel slipped from his fingers.
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When he got to the ER, time blurred.
You were barely conscious, blood staining your clothes, your face pale against the chaos. April was applying pressure to your abdomen, shouting orders. Owen and Bailey hovered nearby. Arizona was already assessing the fetal heart rate. Everything was moving too fast — and not fast enough.
“Her BP’s dropping!”
“She’s crashing, we need to move now—”
“Where’s Derek?” you whispered, dazed, as the gurney wheeled down the hallway.
“I’m here,” he choked out, rushing beside you, gripping your hand. “I’m here, baby, I’m right here.”
You tried to smile. “I’m scared, Derek.”
“No. No, you don’t get to be scared. You’re okay. You and the baby — you’re both gonna be okay.”
You let out a broken breath. “Promise?”
He leaned in and kissed your forehead, hard. “I promise. You hold on, you hear me? You hold on.”
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Hours passed.
Derek paced, blood still on his scrubs, refusing to sit. His mind looped through every possible worst-case scenario, every scan he hadn’t seen, every second he wasn’t by your side in that car.
Meredith stood beside him quietly.
“She’s strong,” she said.
He replied numbly. “So was every patient I ever lost.”
Arizona came out first. “The baby’s stable. We delivered early — NICU has her. They’re tiny but fighting.”
Derek’s knees almost gave out.
Bailey followed. “We stopped the bleeding. She has a long road ahead, but she made it through surgery. She’s in recovery now.”
He didn’t wait for permission. He ran.
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You looked so fragile, hooked up to machines, IVs in both arms, monitors beeping steadily.
But you were alive.
He sat beside you and gently took your hand, pressing it to his lips, his voice breaking as he whispered, “I thought I lost you.”
You stirred slightly, eyes fluttering open. “Hey…”
“You scared the hell out of me,” he said, brushing your hair back. “You and the little one.”
“The baby…?”
“Is safe. You both are.” He kissed your hand again, fiercely. “Don’t ever do that again. You don’t get to leave me. Not you.”
You gave him a tired smile. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
He exhaled shakily and pressed his forehead to yours. “Good. Because I need you. More than anything.”
