Not The Welcome Home You Were Expecting Though Right? || keepcalmanddammitman
keepcalmanddammitman
Some people will tell you that counting down the days, hours, minutes, seconds to something you're looking forward to doesn't help, doesn't make the time faster, and in fact makes it slower. This is incredibly, painfully, on hundred percent true. That did not change the fact that Jim was counting. One week until he we home. 7 days, that was it. And he was counting, and it was not helping at all, but he couldn't help it.
He'd told Bones it was two weeks, and maybe it was cruel to lie like that, but he wanted to surprise him, wanted to see that look on his husband's where he wasn't sure if he wanted to kiss him or punch him, or maybe just do both. It was Jim's favorite look and he missed it.
7 days passed like a crippled snail, but finally, grin on his face, the Enterprise was landing in the San Francisco port and he was home. Well, he was on Earth, but he wasn't home yet. Home was a few states over, in Georgia. Home was with Bones. One shuttle ride later he was standing on the street in front of the house he'd seen so many pictures of, but was looking at in person for the first time. It was perfect and he just had to take a moment to breath, adjust to the wide grin on his face because he couldn't wait to see his husband again.
Once he'd taken in a deep breath, he strode to the door, adjusting the bag on his shoulders, not bothering to pause before knocking repeatedly. He couldn't help his growing grin as he heard the barking of the dog he was so excited to meet, and the sounds of footsteps coming to the door.
The door opened and Jim let out his breath, shit-eating grin on his face as he took in his beautiful husbands expression.
"Hey Bones."
