Perhaps an abbot x reader where the pittlings find out they’re married bcs of some mundane thing (he brings “coffee you forgot at home” or something and everyone’s like “???? Home??”)
Jack Abbot x attending!reader - reader's gender is not specified
Warnings: blood and death barely mentioned
It was a considerably quiet morning. Nobody was dying or actively bleeding out even at 9 am.
Today you overslept a little too much than you would've liked, so the coffee you made was left forgotten in the kitchen of your home.
To be fair, you still feel energized without the coffee, because of the startle you had when you woke up, so coffee isn't on your mind. You forgot that you forgot the coffee.
As you're charting, Perlah notices Jack coming in with a to-go coffee cup. To be fair, it doesn't even matter what thing he's bringing with him - why is he here? He finished his night shift a few hours ago. Overachiever.
Perlah leans closer to Princess and asks "What is Abbot doing here?"
"What-" Princess doesn't even get to comprehend Perlah's question when Jack hands the cup to you.
"You left the coffee at home"
"Oh, thanks"
The nurses' station goes silent. Dead silent. Only Dana and Robby continue what they're doing. They already know, because you've been working together since the start. They know everything.
"'Home'?" Mel repeats.
Both you and Jack turn your heads in Mel's direction, meeting other colleagues' eyes along the way.
"...yes..." You say in unison. It's a confused tone.
Langdon doesn't say anything. He's probably more jealous about the fact that you two clearly have a healthy relationship.
Santos grins a little before going back to work, still listening in though.
Emma smiles so hard she looks pretty much identical to the Sun Baby.
Javadi does her awkward little laugh "You're married. That's great" Ogilvie stands next to her.
Whitaker takes after Javadi "-yes, you are- you look great together"
Princess gives the bet money to Perlah behind their backs, muttering something in Tagalog.
Shen comes to look at the board. He looks delighted - happy sigh, hands on his hips. "It sure is quiet"
Hey, could you do lando x reader where they're on holiday, and they have their own private beach, and they spend basically the whole day enjoying alone time, and it's around sunset or golden hour time, and they get touchy with each other, and it leads into just smut, and they end up just doing it under the sky
- well, dear anon, I had too much fun with this, loved the whole setting too much, and somehow the whole thing turned into baby making... so I hope you don't have a problem with that, if yes, let me know and as compensation, I'll write something else for u without stuff like this!<3 hope you'll like it, tho! -
you + waves = peace
pairing: lando norris x f!reader
contains/warnings: heavy smut, baby making (sorry), breeding kink (also sorry), soft dom! lando, p in v, unprotected sex (but I mean, trying for that baby..), creampie, reader is spoiled by lando in every way, wife and husband relationship, freshly married couple, fingering, oral (f! receiving), dirty talk, emotional sex, basically just smut smut smut with plot.
summary: a perfect holiday with your husband turns into so much more, and a romantic evening at the beach turns into him giving you a baby.
word count: 28k~
minors DNI
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enjoy! ;)
the gentle sea breeze drifting across the balcony of your spacious villa in milos was fresh enough to relax every muscle in your body, the weather warming, and simply just perfect, with just the right amount of heat radiating off the shining sun from above. you were seated on an outdoor sofa, light, cream coloured, matching the varnished wooden tiles under your feet. your skin shivered a little from the light wind as lando was slowly massaging sunscreen in your back and shoulders.
the whole thing was simply said, perfect. you and lando were freshly married, and you have been wearing two gorgeous diamond rings on your left ring finger, exactly for two whole months now.
you raised your hand, letting the small, fancy rocks shine in the sunlight, a smile tugging on your lips as you stared at it. you had to admit, you always caught yourself staring at them many, many times. it still felt like a dream, being married to the man of your dreams after years of dating. thinking back, you and lando never had any major arguments, and he had never made you feel actually and seriously upset over anything. he was all a woman could as for, and the fact that you can now call yourself his wife filled you with such a happiness that could barely be contained.
a summer break finally happening in his busy schedule meant finally relaxing together. every summer, you visited different countries, different seasides, that's how you ended up in greece this year. today was the second day of your holiday, of spending the whole day with nothing else just resting and loving on each other. you were all alone, only the two of you, it was everything but lonely though. having all the time in the world to spend together was the definition of perfection, and the time already started blur, you didn't care about minutes or hours, you talked when you wanted, ate when you felt like, slept whenever you got even just a little bit tired of walking around at the beautiful, nearly white sand covered seaside.
today was no different. after lando finally finished putting sunscreen on you, he placed the bottle of it aside, then sprawled out on the sofa beside you, his arm sneaking around your shoulders. you leaned into him instinctively, breathing in his delicious cologne which he never forgot to put on in the mornings. he turned his head enough to press a gentle kiss on top of your head, lingering for a few seconds.
another thing about lando was the fact that he was, indeed very clingy. he always had to touch you in any kind of ways, even if it's just holding hands, or an arm around you, or maybe your thighs pressed together, and he couldn't last more than a few minutes without kissing any parts if your body. he was simply, madly in love with you, and luckily, he wasn't trying to act nonchalant about it.
"would you like to go for a swim, baby?" he asked you and looked over to the beach, examining the peaceful scenery in front of himself. not a single person disturbed you two, you were the only people at this part of the seaside, and it was such a relief. you never had to worry about anyone seeing you and taking pictures of you, you didn't have to listen to unnecessary noise caused by other people, and obviously, it was amazing to have a whole beach for yourself.
"hm.. maybe a bit later, I feel like eating something" you answered, pressing a quick peck on his face before standing up and grab u onto one of his hands. "come with mee" you tugged on his hand a little, trying to make him stand up, but he just smirked at you, not letting you pull him up. "where'd you wanna go, hm?" he asked, then teasingly pulled on your hand a little, making you stumble forward a little. "I just wanna make a fruit bowl!" you whined softly, a pout forming on your lips. he enjoyed your cute attempt of pulling him up for a little longer, but he couldn't stay smug for too long, your sweet face and adorable expressions always ended any kind of protest in him. "okay okay, I'm gonna help you cut up the watermelon, i guess that's what you need help with?" he chuckled softly, he knew the biggest reason you wanted to drag him inside was basically that you didn't want to struggle with chopping up a whole watermelon, he found it extremely validating, though. he loved how you asked him to help with literally anything, doesn't matter if that something was serious or as simple as preparing a fruit salad.
he finally eased up and let you stand him up by his hands. as soon as he straightened up, his free hand, which you weren't gripping tightly, sneaked around your waist, and he leaned down to connect your lips in a slow, unhurried kiss. you gladly accepted it, kissing him back with eagerness, licking his bottom lip, wanting him to open up and let you explore his mouth. you let go of his hand and wrapped your arms around his lower back, pressing your body flush against his. you let out a small whine as he bit down gently on your lip and you pulled back, glaring at him, but he just laughed softly and pecked your lips again. "we should go and prepare that salad for you, hm?" he asked, his voice low and dripping with that teasing tone, it made you want to just push him back down on the sofa and straddle him, maybe have him inside of you, but no. no, you wanted that fruit bowl, so with a dramatic roll of your eyes you let go if him, and started walking inside the villa. he followed you close behind, shamelessly staring at every movement of your hips, the light jiggle of flesh, the way your bottom swayed.
arriving to the kitchen area, you immediately grabbed all the fruits you had, the watermelon, bananas, berries, apples, and placed them on the kitchen counter. "soo, I just need you to cut up the watermelon please, I'll do the rest." you said and gave lando a knife and also a bowl in which he could put the pieces. as he started preparing the melon, you chopped up the rest of the fruits, and in a few minutes, you had a delicious looking bowl of fruit salad decorating the counter. you decided to drip a little honey on it, just in case, wanting it to be sweet enough.
"my hands are full of the juice," he groaned as he showed you his hands, slightly pink and wet from the watermelon he had just cut up. you rolled your eyes, "you're so dramatic, you can wash them!" you sighed grabbed one of his hands by the wrist, "besides, it tastes good" you said with a glint of tease in your eyes as you brought his hand up to your lips, quickly giving the side of his thumb a tiny lick.
lando sucked in a deep breath, caught off guard by your behavior. just after you did that, you blinked up at him with such an innocent look on your face, he suddenly didn't know where to put it. "what's up with that, baby? you need somethin'?" he raised an eyebrow, reluctantly pulling his hand back as walked to the sink, washing his hand. "what? no, you're acting as if I did such a weird thing" you rolled your eyes, scanning his toned back as he dried up his hands. he caught you staring when he turned back to you, "true, it was cute", he came up to you again, placing his hands on your sides. "you're pretty cute too, you know, when you do something silly and I call you out on it" he said with such a low and quiet voice that it alone made a blush creep up your face. even after years together, he never failed to make you frustrated. he leaned down, planting a gentle kiss on your neck, just under your ears. you let out a soft gasp, that was your sweet spot and it always made you shiver. your hands slid up to his bare chest, not pushing him away, no, you'd never, just holding onto him. he put his lips on your skin again, this time suckling softly, just a little, and it made your breath catch. he was effortlessly intimidating, it was so easy for him to turn you into a puddle for him. his hands tightened on your hips as he slowly nudged you backwards, walking you back until your lower back touched the kitchen counter.
"I think your fruits can wait a little, hm? or you wanna eat them that bad already?" he asked, his voice lightly muffled as he was still peppering your heated skin in kisses and tiny kitten licks. "I mean.. yeah I wanna eat them, lando, that's why we prepared the bowl!" you tried to protest a little, but you couldn't help it, a small moan escaped you as he bit down on your neck. not hard, just enough to surprise you. "yeah okay, and I wanna eat something else" he said and with that, he gripped your sides and with one, easy lift, he put you on top of the counter. you yelped as the cold tile hit your bare skin, since you were wearing nothing else but bikinis. you were surprised by his sudden change of mood, you didn't expect him to get so turned on with you barely doing anything for it, but it's not like you were complaining, you loved when he got like this. all needy and impatient, it was so, so hot.
"I'm gonna.." he started while nibbling on your sensitive skin, from your jawline down to your shoulders, "kiss you up nicely.." his hands were now kneading your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh, "touch you a little more.." his right hand slid further, teasing your ass, "then I'll eat you out.." his voice was barely above a raspy whisper as he spoke directly against your ear now, "wanna make you cum on my face baby.. you'd love to do that, hm? want me to taste you?" his right hand was busy roaming over your whole body, then it stopped at your tits, cupping one of them. he groped it gently, enjoying the weight of it in his palm.
"fuck.. yeah I want it.." your voice was shaky, too turned on to be cocky or act annoyed. his hands digging into your skin made you arch into him even more, wanting more, needing more. "of course you want it, you love it when I.." he suddenly let go of you, and slowly, while keeping eye contact, lowered himself down onto his knees. he was in face level with your clothed pussy now, and you wanted him to bury his face between your legs as soon as possible, "when I eat this pretty pussy out, right? do you love it, baby? tell me." he asked as he leaned forward, parting your legs by your knees, then his hands slid down to your calves and kept you open for himself, leaning in to place a single kiss right on the middle of your heat, tongue darting out just for a split second before he pulled back, looking up at you with such hungry eyes, waiting for an answer.
"mhm.. you know I love it.." you answered, hoping your voice sounded steady enough. lando smiled at you words and placed a warm kiss against both of your inner thighs, then his hands moved up from your calves, getting a hold of your bikini bottoms. "come on baby, let's get these off". as soon as you lifted your hips to help him, he slid the thin, tiny fabric off of you and let it fall on the floor. then, he took a few seconds just to admire you before parting your legs again, hands stilling on your thighs, gently kneading as he leaned in, lips connecting to the hot skin of your pussy. he wasn't rushing it, he started placing slow, open mouthed kisses all over your cunt, tongue gently lapping against your folds. every time he reached down to your entrance, he nudged the tip of his tongue against it, circling, barely dipping in. the sensations were driving you mad, as much as you loved when he was slow and romantic, you felt yourself grow needier and more impatient as time passed. you steadied yourself with a hand on the counter, the others reaching down, curling your fingers in his hair. you scratched his scap slowly, in a gentle rhythm, knowing he loves that. he hummed approvingly against your pussy, and finally, he sucked your clit in his mouth. a sharper gasp left you and you moaned, trying not to grind against his face, after all, you didn't want to accidentally fall off the counter.
he continued his relentless work on needy, wet pussy, which was now glistening with his spit all over. he alternated between fucking his tongue into your hole and flicking your clit with it, and every time his teeth got caught on your clit you moaned louder, hand tugging on his curls with more strength.
as your noises grew louder, he also became more determined to make you cum, so one of his hands left your thigh, just so he could push two of his thick, long fingers into your leaking hole. he wasn't exactly slow, his pace was pretty fast, but still attentive, his only goal was to make you feel good. as he started curling his fingers in just the right way while pumping them into you with such s perfect rhythm, desperate cries and whimpers left your mouth. your hand from his hair gripped the back of his neck, pushing his face firmly against yourself. he groaned, loving the way you sounded, the fact that you were so needy and ready to let go for him.
he didn't speak much, just a few "you taste so good, baby.." and "love this pussy so much, could eat it all day..", here and there. he focused only on doing a good job, and your lewd notices were proof that he was in fact, doing really great. as the pace of his fingers quickened, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to that much wanted orgasm, but when he latched onto your clit again, sucking it with such force and eagerness, sloppy sounds loud and filthy, you arched your back, trying to get more of the feeling because you were so, so close.
"lando.. lando, baby, I'm gonna cum.." you whined, words mixing with moans and needy little sounds. he moaned against your pussy as he heard your voice, a way of telling you to just finally give it to him encouraging you. you didn't need much more, another minute of the magic of his mouth and you were trembling, breathing coming out in shaky gasps as you came, fingers tightening in his curls. you moaned loudly, throwing your head back, pussy spasming around his fingers, soaking them in your wetness.
after a long few minutes of you gasping and whimpering, and him cleaning you up with bow gentle licks, he finally withdrew his fingers, sucking those clean too. then, he leaned back down to tease your fluttering hole a little, eating up all the slick you gave him.
"mh.. stoop.." he was still licking you, seemingly not interested in stopping, but as soon as he heard your little whine, he placed a last, lingering kiss on your folds and finally pulled back. his lips and chin were glistening with your juices as he looked up at you with an adoring pair of eyes, lazily cleaning off his face with the back of one of his hands. "sorry, love..", he mumbled against your skin as he placed a few,tiny pecks on one of your thighs, his hands caressing your legs, soothing you. "did it feel good?" he asked, resting his cheek on your thigh, blinking up at you. "mhm.. so good, babyy" you gave him a hazy little smile, and your hand came up to his face, caressing his cheek.
after resting a bit on your soft skin, he finally straightened and stood up, "you really deserve that fruit bowl now, baby" he chuckled as he helped you off the counter, bracing you as your body still felt like jelly, standing a little unsteady. "yeah.. 'n I wanna go to the beach.." you mumbled as you rested your face on his chest, hugging him. he hugged you back tightly, kissing the top of your head, "alright baby, here.." he grabbed your bikini bottoms from where he discarded them earlier and crouched down in front of you, holding them in place so you could step into them. when you were dressed, he grabbed the bowl of fruits in one hand, and he reached for your hand with the other. you gladly intertwined your fingers with his ones, and you made your way to the beach, after picking up a big throw blanket from the sofa on the balcony.
the beach was simply said, beautiful. nearly white, soft and hot sand under your bare feet, and crystal clear, light blue sea in any direction you looked. lando gave you the bowl of fruits, just so he could put the blanket down onto the ground, making sure it's neat and not wrinkled. it was big enough for both of you to sprawl out on it comfortably, if you wanted to. as soon as the blanket was in it's right place, you say down crosslegged, placing the bowl in front of yourself on the blanket. lando lay down next to you, his face hovering over your thigh again as he rested his cheek there. "hi, baby" he smiled at you brightly as he looked up at you, you were already chewing on a few berries. "hi.." you giggled, ruffling his hair a little, then you picked up a cube of watermelon and held it above his lips? "say aaa.." he laughed at that, but did as you told, opening his mouth. you popped he piece of fruit in his mouth, smiling as he dramatically started moaning, telling you how it's only yummy because you gave it to him.
for a long while, you both just sat there together, enjoying the warm sun and the gorgeous view. at one point though, lando sat up from where he was laying and turned to you, "you know, I still can't believe that I can finally call you my wife.." he said softly, taking one of your hands in his ones, caressing gently. "and I feel like I don't tell you enough that I'm the happiest man alive, because I have you." he was talking slowly, letting his words linger. he leaned in and placed a small kiss on your forehead, then he rested his own forehead against yours, "I love you so much.. more than you could ever imagine" he closed his eyes, then hugged you close and tight, breathing you in. you let yourself sink into his embrace, resting your face against his shoulder, your hand tracing gentle lines on his back. "I love you too, lando.." you whispered softly, eyes closing as you relaxed into him.
"you know, I can't wait to see what the future holds for us.." he said as he let go of you, pushing on your shoulders gently. you took the hint and lowered yourself down, laying down onto the blanket. he lay down too, resting his head on your arm as you stretched it out for him. his arm found his place on your waist and started caressing your skin, thumb brushing over it. "hmm.. what are you thinkin' about, hm?" you looked up at the sky, admiring as he started speaking, "well.. many more races for me, that's for sure.." he chuckled, but then his tone changed, more serious, "but you know, that's definitely not all I want to focus on.." he nuzzled his head against you, placing a little kiss on your shoulder. "then what else, baby? that should be the most important for you.." you answered, your arm which wasn't occupied by him coming up to brush your fingers through his messy, wind beaten curls. "you are the most important thing for me, don't doubt that, please.." his tone was serious now, he needed you to understand that there was nothing he loved and cherished in life more than you.
"you're cute.." you giggled, turning your head sideways to give him a little kiss on his face. "no, I mean it, baby, you know that, right?" he asked, and you nodded, "of course, I know, and the same goes to you."
for a a little while, you didn't say anything, you just enjoyed the quiet peace and your bodies pressed together, the fruit bowl forgotten somewhere on the other end of the blanket. then, he broke the silence, "you know.. you're such an amazing woman.." he spoke softly, his hand wondering from your hips up to your stomach, caressing softly, "such an amazing wife.. amazing at your job too.. everywhere in life, you're perfect.." his fingers traced slow circles against your skin, "you'd be an amazing mother too, you know.."
you already knew where this was going. you had been talking about it for the past few months, considering if it was a good idea or not, to have a child together. you knew he wanted it so much, you knew he wanted to be a dad. he brought the topic up at least twice a week, he had actually talked about it on the plane on the way to greece. and now again, you were sure he was about to rant about how beautiful you'd look pregnant, how the baby would be so cute because he or she would look like you, how he'd take care of you. it was honestly entertaining, him trying to finally convince you, but trying to keep it down, not wanting to seem as if he'd be pushing it or forcing it.
you never felt like he was forcing it, though. you wanted it too, actually. bearing his child, raising your kid together was something you had been wishing for, for such a long time now. but you took your time actually thinking about it, and also, you enjoyed him getting all sweet and sappy when talking about it, trying to charm his way into convincing you. he didn't know that you actually didn't need any convincing, because you were pretty sure about wanting it too, you just wanted to see him in this state for a little longer. it was adorable, and so sweet, you couldn't just say yes in a beat and have this version of him disappear. though, it probably wouldn't. he was always sweet, not only when he wanted something. still, it was very much cute.
"yeah? you'd think so?" you teased him, but he probably didn't think of it that way as he immediately nodded, "yes, baby, you'd be the best mother, I'm sure.., and also the most beautiful one, fuck.. you'd take such good care of our child.." he leaned down and rested his face on your stomach, "every day, I wish I could feel a kick when I put my head here.." he kissed your skin, "I wish your belly would be growing now, you know.. with a child inside.. our child.." he was speaking quietly, eyes closed as he showered the skin of your tummy in tiny pecks, "wouldn't that be so great, love? or.. don't you want it? that's okay if not, I'd understand.. but I just want it so bad.. it's your decision though, you know.." he really tried to not sound too eager or desperate, but he couldn't hide that raw need in his voice, how hopeful he sounded every time he brought the topic up.
"I never said that I don't want it.." you answered, your hand coming up to cradle the back of his head, caressing gently. "in fact, I'd love it." at that, he snapped his head up, looking at your face. "wait.. really? like, you're really sure now?" he sounded so excited, eyes wide and nervous. "mhm.. I told you a lot of times though, dunno why you're actin' like I ever said no.." you said and he nodded right away, "you're right, I'm stupid, sorry just.. I just need to hear it from you more often, you know.." he sighed, laying back down next to you, draping himself over you, letting an arm hug you close, a leg tangle with yours.
"I just.." he started but trailed off, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your neck, "I just really, really wanna get you pregnant, baby.." his voice was muffled and low, but you understood it crystal clearly. it wasn't the first time he told you this, but for some reason, it felt more intense, more real now. you felt hot, all of a sudden, and it has finally clocked to you. yes, he does, in fact, wants to get you pregnant, he wants you to give him a child, he wants to be the father of your kid.. he wants to start a family.
his hand was caressing your body, brushing smoothly over your skin, sometimes digging in a little. he buried his face in your neck, kissing trails on it, sometimes sucking softly, just to leave some tiny marks. you couldn't brush it off any longer, a small moan slipped out of you. as one of his legs were draped over yours, you could feel how hard he was, pressing against your thigh.
"lando.." you called out his name, a little whiny, a little breathless. "shh.. let me love on you, baby.." he hugged you against himself tighter, his hand kneading your side, travelling up to squeeze your tits gently, "wanna see these swell too, baby.. gosh.. you'd look so beautiful pregnant.." he trailed kisses from your neck to your chest, then down to the swell of your breasts, "don't get me wrong, you're gorgeous anyways, but fuck.. wanna see you pregnant with my baby.."
you felt hot now. he was talking in such a sweet tone, yet full of desire, he was right there, pressed against you so firmly, now slowly rubbing his clothed, hard cock against you while telling you all these things, you felt like you might explode if he didn't touch you right there. but you also knew that if you'd let him get inside you now, he wouldn't pull out. not like you cared. you didn't even know why were you waiting with it for so long, you were sure that you wanted it just as much as him. you wanted to give him a child, you wanted to start a family with him, fuck, you wanted him to knock you up right there. all the thoughts suddenly came rushing into your mind. would he be a good father? definitely. would the kid have a good life? surely. would you be a good mother? yeah. then what is holding you back? exactly. nothing.
"fuck.. okay.. okay.." you breathed out, grabby onto the back of his head, pulling him up so you could kiss him. it was eager, hot. needy and raw, he just wanted to get inside you, fill you up and make it stick. he didn't want to wait any longer and you knew it.
the sun was setting low. the whole beach was painted orange, it looked beautiful, yet, you didn't look at anything except lando hovering over you, breathing heavily, his muscles twitching, fingers digging into your skin. "what, baby? tell me.. tell me you want it as much as I do and I swear on my life I'll give you that baby right now.." he groaned, leaning down again to kiss you, smashing his lips against your plush ones, sucking your bottom lip in his mouth. "tell me.. say it out loud so I can be sure.. wanna hear it from you.." he didn't even do anything but he was already panting, breathes coming out in short little gasps as he slowly started to grind onto you, this time on top of you, his clothed hard on pressing firmly against your bikini covered folds. a sudden, high pitched little whine left your lips as you grabbed onto his shoulders, arching into him, needing, wanting more pressure. "tell me first.. wanna hear it, love.. then I'll touch you, I'll make you feel so good and then I'll fill you up.." he groaned again, trying to hold back as much as he possibly could, he didn't want to rush it, but fuck, he was so unbelievably needy.
"I.. I want it, lando.. want you to fill me up and put a baby in me.." your voice was shaky as you finally said it out loud,and for a second you couldn't believe you actually asked for it this time. you didn't regret it one bit, though, because the look on his face was something you've never seen. his eyes widened, his lips parting as he was just staring at you for a few minutes, letting out a strangled moan. "fuck.. fuck yes baby, yes I'll give it to you.." he didn't even wait, he let go of you just for a split second to tug his cock free, already so fucking hard and shiny at the tip, twitching as he gripped himself, giving a few harsh strokes. you reached out, gently swatting his hand away, taking his cock in your hand. he let out another shaky moan at that, throwing his head back for a second before he looked back down at you, whimpering softly for you as you worked his cock the way you knew he liked it. "mh.. feels so good.. but I don't want you to do any work now, baby" he wrapped his fingers around your wrist, slowly pulling your hand off of himself, then he reached for your bikini bottoms. he pulled them off in such s tender way, not grabbing or pulling too harsh. he took them off of you, threw them aside, then smoothed his hands over your inner thighs as he leaned down to kiss you. "gonna make love to you, baby.. gonna fuck you so good.. fuck a baby into you.." you nearly choked on your own spit at his words. "l-lando, fuck.." you whimpered, your hands wondering over his arms, chest, trying to find the best position for them to hold onto, you felt overwhelmed, but in a good way, in a way which made you feel so needy that you wanted him to just stop talking and do it already.
"what, baby? use your words, tell me what you need" one of his hands cupped your face, forcing you to look at him. his gaze was piercing, he didn't look away for a single second. "I.. I just want you inside already.. please" you whined, nails softly dragging down on his bicep, hips jerking up, trying to press yourself harder against his cock. "want me to fuck you raw, baby? want me to give you a baby? you wanna be filled up, hm?" he reached down with a hand to guide his cock through your folds,the tip catching on your clit which made you gasp sharply, hips bucking up again and again. "yes! fuck, yes, please!" you couldn't control it anymore, not your voice, not your words. you needed to feel him inside of you, needed him to fill you to the brim.
"as you wish, sweetheart.." he finally nudged your entrance with the head of his cock, then with a smooth glide, he finally pushed into you. it wasn't hard, since you were soaking wet, creamy and juicy, this whole thing turned you on more that he imagined.
"oh fuck.." he let out a choked moan, falling forward, bracing himself on his arms as he rested his forehead against yours, "you feel so fuckin' good.. always feel so good.." he started thrusting into you slowly, sloppy and obscene sounds revealing because of your wetness. "you're so wet, baby.. 'n so good for me.." he picked up the pace, grinding and rolling his hips into you, making you moan straight into his ear. his skin shivered from your sounds and he had to use all of his restraint to not to start fucking you in a way which would definitely not be romantic.
he went faster though, and harder, wanting to make you cum first, always you first. it was an unspoken rule for him, first your pleasure, then his. his face was in your neck again, sucking on your skin, leaving red little spots behind, moaning against you shamelessly. "want you to cum on me, baby.. squeeze me, milk my cock.." his low was raspy and strangled as he kept up the pace, not faltering for a second, a hand reaching down between your bodies to find your clit, toying with it. "fuck.. I swear to you, you won't have to do a single thing, I'll take care of everything.. all you need to do is to be pregnant for me.. you don't have to.. fuck," he went harder, bottoming out with every thrust, the sound of skin slapping turning you both on even more, if it was even possible, "you.. wouldn't have to cook or clean or anything.. just stay home and be your pretty self while I take care of you and everything else.." his hand slid up from your clit to your bra covered tits, tugging them free, squeezing the sensitive things, pinching your nipples gently, just enough pressure to make you squirm under him, "I swear.. you won't have to do anything baby.. I'll be there for your through it all.. and then, I'll be the best father.. fuck, I'll try, really.." he squeezing your tits harder, kneading and groping as his thrusts were sloppy now from all the shared wetness, "do you believe me, baby?" he asked and you nodded desperately, a hand gripping his bicep, the other gripping the back of his neck, "yes.. fuck, I know you're gonna be an amazing daddy," you whispered, voice too weak to talk normally, "just give it to me already, harder, please, fuck me.." you pleaded, wanting, needing more, and he gladly obliged, gripping your hips with both hands, driving into you with force now, chasing his son orgasm too. then, he let go of your hip with a hand, thumb coming up to rub your clit again, this time firmer and faster, leaning down to connect your lips, kissing you in a messy rhythm, wet and open mouthed. "cum for me, baby.. please, let me feel it.. give it to me.." he was breathing so hard, and the noises he made were music to your ears, he was such a vocal man and you loved it, it drove you insane. "mh.. 'm so close, lan..fuck, 'm gonna.. gonna cum.." you whined loudly, your nails digging into the skin of his neck and arm, your eyes shutting closed as you felt yourself get impossibly close to the peak. "please, love.. cum for me, cum on my cock, need it so bad.." he was nearly moaning the whole time in your ear and you lost it, with a sharp gasp and a high pitched cry you came around his cock hard, walls squeezing him in a way which made him groan loudly, fucking into you harder, helping you ride it out. you were gasping, whimpering and whining, holding onto him so tightly your fingers hurt as your body trembled. "that's it.. fuck, comin' so pretty for me.. fuck, you feel so fuckin' good baby i could cum right now.." he kissed your forehead, soothing you as he slowed down for s minute, letting you catch your breath, but as soon as you whined again, bucking your hips up to meet his thrusts, he knew he could speed up again, so he did. he started fucking you hard again, hips driving into you with such force it punched a gasp or moan out of you every time he pushed in.
he was close, so close and you knew it from the way he was grilling you so tightly, from the way his moans were shaky and from the way his face flushed, veins popping everywhere on his body. "lando.. baby, cum in me, please, fill me up, give me a baby.." you whined softly, tugging him down to press your lips against his and he kissed you back eagerly, moaning into your mouth as his hips faltered, his rhythm messing up again, thrusts getting sloppier.
"I'm gonna.. fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby.. gonna fill this pretty pussy up, gonna stuff you full of me.." he was desperately chasing it now, groaning and panting, hands gripping your sides, "gonna put that baby in you, 'n you're gonna be so pretty f' me, love.." one of his hands slid over to your lower tummy, pushing down on it, "fuck.. this belly's gonna grow big with my child.. fuck.." his could barely speak now, he was just a moaning mess as he finally reached his peak, his cock twitching violently as he started cumming, "f-fcuck, fuck.. holy shit.. take it, baby, take it all.." he bottomed out hard, grinding until you as he spilled every last bit of his cum in you, making you feel hot and boneless as you felt it leak into you. you whimpered, your head lolling to the side, breathing heavily as he pumped you full of his hot,sticky cum. you were sure you didn't have to try for it again, you were absolutely sure that he just, in fact, got you pregnant.
his chest was heaving and his breath was ragged as he slowly stopped moving, still buried deep inside of you. he collapsed on top of you, trying to collect himself as he pressed hot and wet, open mouthed kisses on your jawline, both hands coming up to cradle your head, stroking your hair. "fuck.. I love you, I love you so much,baby.." he whispered against your skin, his lips pressing against your skin in a way which couldn't even be called kisses anymore, just wet drags if his mouth. "thank you.. thank you, love.. thank you for letting me fill you up.." his voice was weak and raspy, his eyes closing as he felt his strength leaving him. his fingers were moving slowly in your hair, soothing you gently.
"I love you too, lando.. so, so much.. and you don't have to thank me, I wanted it just as much as you did.." you pressed a kiss to his cheek, hand coming up to brush his messy curls out if his face. "I.. I can't believe we just did this.." he chuckled softly, lifting himself just a bit higher, not wanting to crush you. "same.." you giggled, "but I'm glad we did, though.." you said and he answered with a nod and a little him, burying his face back into the crook of your neck. he still didn't pull out, and he wasn't planning to, for a long time. he didn't want his cum to drip out, to be gone to waste, he wanted to make it stick and get you that baby.
you didn't move a single inch for s long time. you stared at the gorgeous orange-pink sky while caressing lando's back as he was slowly falling asleep, your own eyes getting heavier, his weight comforting on top of you.
you knew that after you both gained your strengths back, you had to go back to the villa, and you definitely had to talk this whole thing trough. you also knew that it would be a long conversation. making a baby was easy, the rest is not so simple anymore.
but you knew that lando was serious, you knew that he would take perfect care of you, and then later on, the little one too.
you didn't worry. he was the love of your life, and you were sure about it.
you were a hundred percent sure that you were ready to start a family with him.
with lando, your perfect husband, in every way.
the end
phewww, I was nursing this fic for so long, so glad I finished it finally, love how it turned out tho<3
Pairing: Zayne Li x Non!Mc ♥
Summary: What seemed like a long-awaited and well-deserved vacation with your husband, Zayne, and his colleague Greyson and his wife turns into a tense situation between you and your husband on the very first day, after you run into Mc (Mcee), who was also vacationing at the resort with her friends, Tara and Simone, and who has an accident during a hike in the mountains.
In other words, you try to help Zayne as he tends to Mcee’s injury, but you don’t seem to be much of an assistant while he’s worried for his old love.
Tags: Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Non!Mc
W.C: 5.1 K
Warnings: Mention of injuries, accident, blood and injuries
Open on Ao3 - pt 2
The loud bang on the door—as if it had been rammed rather than simply knocked on—wasn’t what scared you; it was that heart-wrenching crying and wailing that made your skin crawl and your heart skip a beat as you ran to open the front door, your hands trembling and a look of terror and concern on your face.
As you opened the door, it swung forcefully toward you, causing you to flinch instinctively before it slammed into your face; moving with instinctive speed, Zayne rushed through the doorway, carrying Mcee in his arms and walking briskly, almost jogging, down the hallway beyond the living room, toward the bedrooms, disappearing around the right-hand turn that you knew led to your room. Shocked and completely unaware of what was happening, you tried to close the door to go after them when a hand blocked your way, preventing you from closing it. Greyson appeared from behind, with a complex expression, rapid breathing, and his glasses slightly askew, likely from having run to the cabin. You quickly opened the door wide to let him in and wasted no time asking for an explanation.
“Greyson, what’s going on?” you asked, frightened, scanning his face for answers as you closed the door.
“Mcee had an accident on the mountain,” he said hurriedly. “Which room did they go to?”
“The main one,” you hurried to say. “Follow me.” You wiped the sweat from your nervous hands on the apron you were wearing as you began to make your way across the room; the gasps of anguish and pain grew closer and louder, sending shivers down your spine and making your heart race.
When you reached the room, you froze in the doorway. Mcee lay on the bed, her head buried in the pillow, her face twisted with pain and her eyes closed, while her hands clutched the sheets, seeking some comfort to give her the strength to endure the pain in her left leg, which was bleeding uncontrollably, soaking the fabric of her gray sweatpants. Zayne was leaning over her legs at the foot of the bed, trying to fold back the damp fabric of her pants to examine the wound beneath. Greyson, seeing that you had stopped there, quickly walked past you to approach Zayne and help him.
“Do you have your medical bag?” was all Zayne said, without taking his eyes off the bleeding leg.
“It’s in my room; I’ll go get it,” Greyson said before turning on his heel and leaving the room; soon you heard the front door close behind him. You approached the bed, not really knowing how to help. You looked at Mcee’s pained expression and felt a tightness in your chest; she was suffering, and you didn’t know how to ease her pain. You took her hand in yours and gave it an encouraging squeeze.
“Mcee, everything will be okay, honey. Zayne will take care of it,” you told her as you used your free hand to brush the strands of hair that had stuck to her face from sweat out of her eyes. “What should I do, Zayne?” you asked, looking at him. He didn’t return your gaze; he was still trying to lift the fabric of her pants without touching the wound.
“Scissors,” he said simply. You let go of Mcee’s hand as you looked around. It had been your room for just over five or six hours; you didn’t really know where everything was. You hadn’t had much time to go through the drawers or look around in general. In fact, your things were still in your suitcase by the window, in a corner of the room. You rushed to the nearest dresser, opening the drawers and frantically searching through them, leaving them open as you went. There was no time to put everything back. Nothing.
You rushed to the bathroom, checking the drawers of the organizer between the sink and the bathtub, then the cabinet next to the shower. Nothing. No scissors in sight. You left the bathroom, crossing the room, your nerves on edge, with Mcee’s panting serving as a reminder that you had to hurry; you ran through the hallway and the living room until you reached the kitchen, where finally a pair of scissors came into view in one of the utensil drawers; you ran back to the bedroom, leaving your slippers scattered along the way, since they were getting in the way and wouldn’t let you run fast.
“Here,” you said as you handed him the scissors with trembling hands.
“Cut the pants; I’ll hold the leg,” Zayne instructed in a monotone voice, but you knew your husband—you could sense the irritation hidden behind the monotony of his tone. You slipped your fingers into the holes of the scissors and, with one hand, grabbed the fabric of the pants—damp and cold against your fingertips—gently pulling it up slightly to make room for the blade to cut; with a trembling hand and afraid of accidentally cutting Mcee, you guided the scissors and made the first cut down the center of the pants; when you went to make the second cut higher up, irritated by your slowness and caution, Zayne snatched the scissors from your hands with such speed that your fingers nearly got caught in them, grazing your skin and burning slightly from the friction. “I’ll do it; hold her leg.”
This time, nerves weren’t the only thing you felt; a sense of anguish and guilt settled in your chest as you held Mcee’s ankle to keep her from moving her leg and allowing Zayne to hurt her with the scissors. You had failed in your attempt to help, and the cost of your slowness and fear was the pain Mcee continued to feel.
Once the wound was freed from the fabric, you could finally see what was causing Mcee so much pain: a cut ran across her calf, stretching from her ankle bone down to at least halfway down her calf muscle. The cut looked deep—or so you could tell from the amount of blood gushing out of it, soaking through the fabric of her pants and the bedspread. Your expression twisted, feeling empathy for the pain that must have been involved; your stomach turned because it was the first time you’d faced such a sight—not so much because of the amount of blood, but because of how critical the situation looked. It was undoubtedly an experience no gory movie could have prepared you for. Your hands were still shaking as you breathed more heavily, taking deep breaths while trying to ease the discomfort in your stomach, praying that your bile wouldn’t rise—this wasn’t the time to get weak and throw up in a corner when there was a poor girl suffering and needing her pain to stop as quickly as possible.
Zayne turned toward you, cutting the tie on your apron with the scissors—without asking permission or uttering a word of warning—to use it as a tourniquet a few inches below Mcee’s knee.
“Get me the first-aid kit from the bathroom, there must be some gauze in there.” he said as he tied a tight knot in the tourniquet. You released Mcee’s ankle, wiped your hands on the apron hanging over your shoulders—now loose since one of the waist ties was missing—and ran back to the bathroom, to the cabinet you’d left open, grabbing the first-aid kit to run back to Zayne.
When you went to open it, Zayne pushed his way in, quickly unzipping it and starting to pull out the medical supplies inside in search of the gauze, which wasn’t enough given the size of Mcee’s wound.
“Get my handkerchief from my suitcase,” he said. You hurried to find his suitcase, spreading it out on the floor as you searched for his handkerchief; the only one you found quickly was the one you’d given him a month ago for your wedding anniversary. It was a shame to have to use it, but it had a better purpose to serve. “Bring me a basin of warm water and a washcloth.”
And so began yet another dash through the house, this time to the backyard where you remembered there was a medium-sized basin for washing clothes; with it tucked under your arm, you ran to the kitchen where you pulled a washcloth out of a drawer—one that looked new and hadn’t been used much. You set the basin on the sink, and while you waited for it to fill with warm water, you had to turn off the oven halfway through cooking your dinner, since you wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on it to make sure it didn’t burn later, thus saying goodbye to your tasty dinner.
When you entered the room again and approached Zayne, carefully setting the basin on the bed, he stopped applying pressure to Mcee’s wound.
“Clean her wound; I’ll go wash my hands,” he said, taking the mild soap from the first-aid kit and striding toward the bathroom. You took the cloth and, after wringing it out, brought it tremblingly close to the wound.
“It’s going to hurt, but hang in there a little longer, sweetheart,” you said to Mcee, trying to comfort her a little; her face was drenched in tears, and her eyes remained tightly shut, refusing to look at her own wound. You began to gently dab the damp cloth around the edge of the wound, being careful not to touch the cut directly. The blood seeped into the cloth, gradually revealing the reddish skin of Mcee’s leg.
“I’ll take over,” Zayne said once he was back by your side, taking the cloth from your hands to rinse it again in the basin. You took a few steps back so as not to get in his way—not knowing much else to do— you approached Mcee again, taking the corner of your apron to wipe the sweat from his face. “How long did the paramedics say it would take them to arrive?”
It was at that moment that you realized you’d made the worst possible mistake while administering first aid—you’d forgotten to call the ambulance. You watched him, horrified by your own carelessness.
“I forgot to call.”
“You didn’t call? We’re in the mountains—do you have any idea how long it’ll take them to get here? We’ve already wasted too much time.” His tone and expression made you tremble; it was the first time Zayne had directed such annoyance at you. Although his tone was barely a notch or two higher than his usual voice, it was that slight rasp in his throat that made you realize just how annoyed he really was; his sharp gaze fixed on you was an expression you’d only ever seen him make when reprimanding his subordinates for incompetence. Your heart seemed to pound in your ears as you fled in terror toward the living room in search of the landline.
Your vision felt blurry as you searched the nightstand in the living room for the emergency number card; your fingers trembled as you pressed the numbers firmly on the phone keypad. Your voice came out shaky and choked as you spoke to the emergency dispatcher and gave them the details of the accident, along with the address of the resort and the cabin where you were staying.
Once the call was over, you stood there frozen; you didn’t want to go back to the room.
Guilt was eating away at your brain, and your chest ached at the memory of Zayne’s expression. But Mcee didn’t deserve the pain you were feeling while you wallowed in self-pity over a scolding you deserved, so after taking a deep breath, you headed back toward the room, hearing the front door open as you walked down the hallway. Like a savior intervening at the last moment before an execution, Greyson burst through the door at full speed, his bag in hand.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help him; you go to the entrance and wait for the paramedics,” he said to calm you down when he reached you, his hand on your shoulder to comfort you, for he had seen your bloodied hands trembling in your lap.
“Thanks, Greyson,” you said as best you could; the lump in your throat barely let you speak.
You stood there in the hallway, your hands clutching the fabric of your apron—now too dirty to keep cooking in. You looked at your hands, damp with nervous sweat and with Mcee’s blood caked on them and beginning to dry around your wrist and surely under your nails, trembling with guilt.
“I should have acted faster, more precisely…” you thought; a tear slid down your cheek, but you quickly wiped it away with the back of your forearm. You headed to the guest bathroom to wash your hands and splash water on your face. You scrubbed the blood off the apron roughly, hoping no stain would remain, though it would be useless—it couldn’t be returned in its current state; it was missing a tie, so you were sure the resort manager would make you pay for the damage, and that would cover the blanket in the master bedroom as well. “I hope I didn’t stain the sheets too,” you thought, trying to avoid thinking about the tragedy that had caused the damage to the blanket.
Once you were on the porch, feeling the icy mountain air stinging your eyes—sore from holding back tears—you felt like you could breathe again; you still felt a tightness in your chest, but now you could rest easier knowing that Zayne had an assistant up to the task to help him and ease Mcee’s pain.
‘Should I get back to support her?’ you were thinking, staring blankly at a large rock in the distance, when you heard hurried footsteps coming up the steps to the cabin’s porch. As you turned to see who it was, you came face to face with Greyson’s wife, who was rushing toward you.
“Greyson told me everything. Are you okay?”
“Me? Don’t you mean Mcee?” you asked, confused but slightly amused by the mix-up.
“No, you. You must have been so scared, poor thing” she said as she took your hands in hers, with an expression of pity and concern, but upon noticing your furrowed brow in confusion, she finally explained. “—I’ve never had to assist Greyson in an emergency, but I’ve imagined what it would be like several times—total chaos. I wouldn’t know what to do, or I’d mess everything up because I’d be so nervous. And don’t even get me started on seeing the wound—I’m sure I’d pass out. I’m just not cut out for that kind of thing. I can’t imagine how you must have felt.”
“I can’t deny that I was scared—pretty scared—and I made mistakes, but now Greyson is here to assist Zayne, so I’m more at ease.”
“Oh, poor thing,” she said as she came over to hug you. “Let’s leave it to the professionals; they deal with this kind of thing every day. Let’s go sit down,” she said as she walked over to the wooden bench by the door, pulling your hand so you’d follow her. “We have to wait for the paramedics, right?”
“Yes, though they’ll be a while; I just called them.”
“Just now?” she asked, frowning.
“Yeah… I forgot to do it earlier.” a look of surprise crossed the other girl’s face, and a quiet “oh” escaped her lips. You lowered your head in embarrassment; you knew you’d screwed up—big time.
“It’s okay, don’t worry. What did I tell you? I would have made mistakes too, and bigger ones than yours. Don’t worry.” She tried to comfort you.
“It’s not a minor mistake. Zayne got mad at me. I’m sure that if Mcee hadn’t been so consumed by her own grief, she would have been upset too.”
“Did he raise his voice at you?” she asked, surprised and worried at the same time. If there was one thing she knew about her husband’s colleague, it was that when it came to his wife, no mistake was worth raising his voice over; only his subordinates had felt the weight of his wrath. His wife was a complete exception to any sign of Dr. Zayne’s annoyance.
“He didn’t need to; his eyes were sharp enough.” You joked, but the tightness in your throat that you’d felt minutes earlier returned, stronger than before.
“I don’t even want to imagine that—Dr. Zayne intimidates me enough as it is; I don’t want to know what his expression must have been like,” she said, feigning a shudder. You laughed at her act, unaware that a single tear was slipping down your cheek; the young woman before you wore an expression of empathy and pity as she sat closer to embrace you. “Don’t cry… He’s the one who made the worst mistake. He’ll regret his audacity. Listen to me—I’m certain that’s how it’ll be. He’ll come running to throw himself at your feet and beg forgiveness for his bad behavior.” You laughed into her hair.
“Is that what you make Greyson do every time you fight?” you asked, amused.
“Mmh… Something like that.” she said, amused, as she rubbed your back.
“Do you hear that?” you said as you pulled away from her embrace, thinking you heard ambulance sirens. You got up from your seat and walked down the steps, reaching the gravel road and looking into the distance. When you spotted the ambulance coming up the hill, you raised your arms and signaled that the emergency was right there.
It didn’t take the paramedics long to load Mcee into the ambulance. After asking Zayne for details about the accident and thanking him and Greyson for the quick and expert care they’d given Mcee’s injury, they headed for the hospital in the town near the mountain, with Zayne accompanying them and leaving you there, promising to return as soon as he could and to call if anything happened.
“Do you want to stay at our cabin tonight?” Greyson asked, worried about how you might feel being alone at night in a new place.
“No, no, don’t worry, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure, honey?” asked Greyson’s wife, concern in her voice. “We could have dinner together and then enjoy a bonfire.”
“I’m sure. We can save that for tomorrow; I wouldn’t want Zayne to miss it,” you said with a smile to put their minds at ease.
After a few minutes of turning down various offers, they finally retired to their cabin, the one next door, and you were able to go back into yours, your skin prickling and rubbing your arms as the temperature had begun to drop along with the sun.
You walked into the bedroom, paused in the doorway, and looked at the bed. The bedspread still bore the imprint of Mcee’s body; a dampness from sweat and blood outlined the shape of her figure almost perfectly. The creases in the pillowcase revealed how tightly she had pressed her head against it, trying to muster strength and stay still. The basin was still at the foot of the bed; the water, now reddened, made it impossible to even make out the cloth that had been used lying at the bottom.
After letting out a sigh, you set to work cleaning up; the sooner you cleaned up the blood, the easier it would be to remove the stains. You set the basin on the floor, careful not to spill its contents, and after pulling out the blanket—surprised that it had absorbed all the blood and miraculously hadn’t let it stain the sheets as well—you headed to the bathtub to scrub it. After a few minutes of scrubbing, as you felt your hands burning slightly from the warm water and the chlorine chemicals, you finally stepped out of the bathroom, the blanket dripping a few drops of water onto the wooden floor—you hadn’t had the strength to wring it out completely— as you headed to the back door to hang it up. Since it was getting dark and dew would soon start to fall, there wasn’t much point in hanging it up at that moment, but you needed to get that blanket out of your room; you needed to clear your mind of the anxiety and fears that experience had caused you.
After drying the wet floor, cleaning the basin, making the bed with another clean blanket, and taking a shower, you still didn’t know what to do to keep your mind off the fact that Zayne had gone to the hospital and hadn’t called.
You knew you couldn’t be selfish; Mcee needed company, and who better than her own treating doctor?
But even so, you didn’t want to be distant from him, not when the situation between you had become so tense after the accident. You couldn’t stop thinking that you needed to apologize to both of them, that you should be with Mcee, supporting her… but after all, he was with her, so your presence would be nothing more than a hindrance, just as it had been a few minutes ago.
Kneeling in front of the oven, you looked at the baking sheet with vegetables and the chicken in the middle, wondering if your dinner had already gone bad or if it would still be just as tasty now that you’d put it back in to heat up—or rather, you were trying to finish cooking it.
The wait was going to be too much for your anxious heart, which just wanted to have the conversation you’d been putting off with your husband; deciding that staring at your phone waiting for a call wouldn’t do any good, you turned on the living room heater and sat on the couch in front of it to watch TV.
The first few minutes were torturous; your eyes automatically drifted toward your phone on the coffee table every time it lit up with a notification—no sign of Zayne—forcing you to rewind the movie you were supposed to be watching so you could understand what it was about, until eventually, between the warmth of the heater and the blanket at your feet, and the fact that you hadn’t picked such a bad movie after all, you were soon able to calm the anxiety in your heart, so that when you noticed Zayne’s missed call and the message he’d left you, it wasn’t until you were about to have dinner that you realized it.
♥Hubby♥: I’ll stay with Mcee for now; her friend is on her way to the hospital and will stay with her the night. She’s feeling better and should have no trouble recovering. I’ll fill you in on the details later. I might be home late, so don’t stay up waiting for me. Get some rest.
You didn’t know what to think or feel about that message; there was no “we need to talk when I get there,” which could be either a good or a bad sign. Maybe he was still upset, or maybe he wanted to apologize in person rather than over the phone, or maybe he thought you hadn’t answered his call because you were upset… Soon your head started to hurt again; you’d been mulling it over so much—both his message and what the right thing to reply would be—that you even lost your appetite.
I understand. Send her my regards and tell her I’ll come see her tomorrow. Dinner will be in the oven.
That was all you could come up with—a message that, in general, in another context, would have been something natural to say, but for some reason, perhaps just because of the bitterness you were feeling, it seemed so dry and cutting. Just as you finally decided to delete it, he replied.
♥Hubby♥: Mcee thanks you and wishes you good night.
And that was it.
There was no “good night” from him, no “see you later,” and even worse, no “I love you.”
Even more distressed than you had felt that afternoon, you decided to go to sleep; at least that way you could ignore those feelings. Curling up under the blankets, shivering at how cold the sheets felt, hugging the pillow to ease the loneliness you felt. It was your first night at the resort, the first night of your vacation with your husband, the first in almost a year and a half.
Your second vacation since your honeymoon—ruined. It wasn’t that you blamed Mcee, of course not; the poor girl hadn’t chosen that horrible accident, and her vacation had been ruined too. But the fact was that things with Zayne had gotten tense—and not because of some isolated incident, but because of Mcee.
She had always been a constant indirectly present in your relationship with Zayne. His childhood friend, his first love, and his patient. The person for whom he’d chosen his career and to whom he’d dedicated—and continued to dedicate—years of his life to research in order to save her. It’s not something he wouldn’t do for you too; he’d let you know that many times. But even so, it wasn’t the same…
A first love isn’t easy to forget; it will always be tucked away in a corner of your heart, cherished, dear to you. But you’d never know how Zayne felt about it, because, after all, he was your first love.
At some point, somewhere between sleep and a daydream, you felt movement on the bed, which woke you up. Amid so many wandering thoughts as you gazed at the window on the wall next to Zayne’s side of the bed, you had closed your eyes and fallen into a semi-lucid dream—too awake and thinking to be truly asleep, but unconscious enough not to notice when Zayne entered the room, and after changing his clothes and using the bathroom, slowly lay down beside you, careful not to wake you. Failing immediately.
“Mmh,” you groaned as you opened your eyes, blinking rapidly and rubbing them with one hand to relieve the burning sensation.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.” Zayne said in that velvety, whispering tone he always used at night when wishing you goodnight or in the mornings when he asked you to go back to sleep after he got up for work.
You watched him for a few seconds, and perhaps without realizing it, you frowned in annoyance before turning away to go back to sleep with your back to him, because Zayne’s relaxed expression subtly tightened, his lips pressed together for a few seconds, as he realized his suspicions were confirmed. His wife was angry with him, and with good reason.
Zayne sighed and moved closer to you, pressing his chest against your back and wrapping his arm around your waist, not letting you go.
“Honey, can we talk?” You kept your eyes closed and remained silent for a few more seconds. “I made a mistake—a serious one, a very serious one.” he continued, waiting for you to show him in some way that you were paying attention and not just sleeping.
“This afternoon, Mcee invited me to go for a hike in the mountains. I was discussing something related to work with Greyson at the time, so I turned down his offer. A few minutes later, I joined you in the kitchen. Then, when I suggested we take a walk around the complex, you refused because you didn’t want to ruin dinner, so I went alone. But as I was climbing the mountain, I started hearing cries for help. It was Mcee; she’d slipped on a rock and rolled a few meters down the edge of the trail. She’d hurt her leg, and she was bleeding so much that—by the time I reached the cabin with her in my arms— it already seemed too late, it felt like I’d wasted so much time. I was worried, scared for her well-being.”
‘Zayne setting aside his professional composure in emergencies when it comes to Mcee—what a surprise.’ you thought.
“I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way. It was your first time handling an emergency; in fact, you did everything too well for how scared you were, and I really respect that—that despite your nerves and fear, you acted efficiently to help.”
“Not enough, apparently.” You couldn’t help but whisper. Zayne remained silent for a few seconds, pondering your words and the annoyance in them, but he knew it hurt you more than actually annoyed you.
“No, that’s not it. I was the one who acted wrongly; I let my feelings control me and expected you to act with the same level of efficiency as my subordinates, which they achieved only through years of study and on-the-job training. You didn’t have to act like a professional, because you aren’t one, and yet you tried and you did it. You really wanted to help. And I appreciate that, just as much as Mcee does, if not more.” Zayne buried his face against the nape of your neck, inhaling your scent, so familiar, so comforting to him, clutching your waist more tightly, afraid that you might decide to break free from his grip and get out of bed.
“I really tried.” you whispered, your voice barely audible, causing something inside Zayne’s chest to snap.
“I know, honey. You did more than enough. I’m sorry.”
“I tried to be quick.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“I was so scared, and just seeing her cry made me want to cry too.”
“I’m so sorry, my love” he said as he sat up on the bed, propping himself up on his forearm as he leaned over you, trying to see your face, to see if he’d made you cry again. He brought his hand from your waist to your chin and gently guided it so you’d look him in the eyes. “I’m sorry I was so rude. I swear it won’t happen again.”
You looked into his eyes, cautiously; they showed sincerity and regret.
You wanted to believe him, you really did. But it was about Mcee, and if there was one thing you knew after years of being with Zayne, it was that your husband would continue to cherish his old love until the end of his days, and you would have to live with the idea that his heart was shared.
“You’d better…” you said, resigned, knowing there was no point in expressing your true concerns to him; he would never see the situation the way you saw and felt it.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied with a gentle smile, as he leaned in to kiss you softly as an apology.
