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from Codie Leigh Neilson on facebook originally captioned âWhen Reece-Marie sends me a photo of Tom hardy in the pub she works in I am genually crying so jealous right nowđąđąđąđąâ
Your and Bennyâs little girl gets injured playing on a bike and must go to the hospital. Benny doesnât handle it well.
Warnings/Notes: mention of broken bones, cursing, angry but sweet dad Benny, protectiveness, typos, and I think thatâs it.
Part of the Come Back Knockinâ universe. Takes place after Come Back Together and Together and More, but you don't have to read these beforehand to understand this fic.
Words: 1250
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Bennyâs going to lose his damn mindâthatâs all you can think as you stand beside Wahoo in the hospital lobby, the both of you keeping sharp eyes out the wall-length windows to spot your husband. Facing him will be no easy feat and you need all the time you can get to prepare yourselves before he stomps through those doors.Â
âWahoo, I don't know about this. You really better go back to the meeting,â you encourage him, as youâve done at least ten times in the last fifteen minutes.Â
âNah, I gotta stay and apologize to âim,â he replies. âBut you shouldnât have to wait here with me. You should go be with your girl.â
Your eyes scan the visible area from the benches in the flowered courtyard to the emergency sign attached to the buildingâs exterior brick before darting to the looped driveway reserved for ambulances. Heâs nowhere in sight. But he will be soon enough. You called himâyou peek at your watchâexactly twelve minutes and forty-three seconds ago. The shop is nineteen minutes away from the hospital and thereâs no way heâs not speeding.Â
âIf I go, who is going to stop Benny from killing you?â you say, your heart hammering in your chest.Â
You love your husband, but the man has a temper that can flare as easily as a swift strike of a match. He has started many short-lived fights, always requiring some patching up before the excitement finally settles down, but if Benny is given time to simmer, he can explode with an unrivaled rage.
Wahoo chuckles awkwardly, turning his head to look at you.Â
âYou got a point there, sweetheart,â he says. Then he goes silent amongst the background chattering of anxious families and ringing phone lines at the front desk.
You glance his way just in time to see the harsh bob of his Adamâs apple.Â
âI wonât let him,â you promise. âYou knowâŠkill you.â
âNot sure youâre gonna be able to stop âim. You and the kid are the most important things in his world, and one of yous got hurt on my watch.â
A wince pinches your face at the memory and youâre so busy worrying about how the events of the next few minutes are going to unfold that you miss Bennyâs entrance entirely.Â
âWhat the fuck!â Benny shouts. It echoes throughout the room, making every head swivel, every conversation cease.Â
As he storms closer, you step between him and Wahoo, your hands planting firmly on his chest. Murder is in his glare and though he could easily barrel through the barrier in his path, that would involve shoving you aside, and regardless of the circumstances, he would never do that.
Bennyâs arm raises over your shoulder, finger pointed like a dagger toward his friendâwell, enemy, at the moment. âWhat the hell you doinâ lettinâ my four-year-old on your fuckinâ bike!â
He tries to side-step you but youâre watching his feet, catching his movements before he can finish making them.Â
âIâm real sorry, Benny,â Wahoo says meekly.
âSorry? Youâre sorry!â His tone is darker, fists clenching, anger overflowing and spilling onto the tiled floor. Without glancing at you, in a much softerâbut still threateningâvoice, he says, âBaby, move.â
You look up at him. Your hands slide from his chest to cup his cheeks in a failed effort to trap his attention. âBenny, it was an accident, ok? Alright? She was just playing pretend like she does with you and she wiggled out of his grasp and landed wrong,â you tell him.Â
âI don't fuckinâ care if it was an accident.â
Heâs so revved up, so locked in on his target, that your stomach twists for Wahoo. Heâs been such a kind man and heâs so good with your daughter that heâs told you once or twice he wishes he could have one of his own someday.
When Lucy fell, it took all of two seconds for his visibly consuming guilt to settle in. Heâd immediately picked her up, buckled her into your car, and followed you straight to the hospital where he has stressed over her injured state from the moment of arrival. He doesnât deserve the abuse from Benny as if he was negligent. Benny, a man who regularly demonstrates little of his own self-preservation skills, but happens to go feral when his child so much as skins her knee.Â
âMove.â
âBenny, please,â you say. âHoney, look at me.â
If you can get his eyes on you then heâll be stuck to you like glue. Heâll calm down. The huffing and puffing of his chest will slow.Â
And to your relief, when you stand up on your toes to invade his line of sight that is exactly what happens. The vengeance drains out of his face, replaced by a gentleness that only ever reveals itself to you and your shared child.Â
âSheâs fine,â you say. âShe cried until the doctor gave her a sucker and now Iâm not sure she even cares about her arm.â
Bennyâs mouth dips into a frown. His brow pinches, then his teeth bite down hard on his bottom lip. âShe got hurt,â he says, and your heart breaks for him.
You sigh. âI know.â
âI wasnât there.â
âYou wouldnât have been able to stop it even if you were. It happened in a split-second,â you tell him. âYouâre here now; thatâs what matters. And wouldnât you rather see her than argue?â
Bennyâs exhale is a sharp release of air that subdues the remnants of his temper. âWhere is she?â
You point to the double doors off to the side of the lobby. âThrough there,â you say.
Benny swallows, nods, and takes your hand. But when he looks up, the glare resurfaces. âYou're not gettinâ off,â he tells Wahoo. âIâll deal with you later.â
As Benny pulls you along in the direction of your daughter, you quickly whisper to your friend, âI'll take care of it, but you ought to go.â
Wahooâs smile is weak, never reaching his eyes, and his hands slip into his jeans pockets before he turns on his heel for the exit.
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âDaddy!â
Lucy hops up from the floor where a few toys are scattered about from playing with the nurse in your absence.Â
Benny plasters on a smile that barely conceals his agitation as he scoops her up in his arms. âYou doinâ alright, nugget?â
âMhmm,â Lucy hums, chipper as ever. âI finished my sucker. It tasted like grape.â She lifts her arm and Bennyâs head jerks back to avoid a collision with his nose. âYou like my cast?âÂ
You watch Benny struggle to come up with a positive reply, considering that within said cast is his little babyâs broken arm. âY-Yea, Lu. ItâsâŠItâs real great.â
âItâs blue!â
âI see that.â
The nurse chuckles as she rises from the floor and dusts invisible specks of dirt from her pristinely white uniform. âYouâve got yourself a lovely little girl,â she praises, tilting her head affectionately as he takes in the image of Lucy tucking her head into the crook of Bennyâs neck. âThe doctor says weâll need to see you back here in six weeks.â
âThank you.â  Â
She starts toward the door but pauses as she passes your daughter. âGoodbye, miss Lucy,â she says, her smile wide.Â
âBye, miss nurse!â With her good hand, Lucy gives an animated wave that the nurse returns as she closes the door behind her.Â
Benny releases the sigh youâre pretty sure heâs been holding in since you called him. He cups the side of Lucy's head as if he could cradle her closer than she already is.
âYou're not gonna be sittinâ up on any bikes for a real long while,â he says.
Lucyâs head shoots up, eyes widening in panic. âNooo!â she whines. âYou can't stop me!âÂ
âYou wanna bet?â
âYes!â she snaps back. âIâŠI'll do it when you aren't lookin'!â
Benny scoffs. "I'm not lettin' you out of my sight."
"I'll be real sneaky!"
The air of rebelliousness is all too familiar and it makes you snicker. Because despite the exhaustion of the day, despite the tears and the shouting and the drama that you hope will not reemerge later, all you can think as the bantering unfolds before you is that that little girl is definitely Benny Crossâs daughter.
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