like a proper little family

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Here’s a little bit of chapter four of I’m Coming Home to You.

“I’ve never been so scared in my life,” Robert said quietly. Aaron reached over and threaded their fingers together. “I was fine, Robert.” “Yeah, but I didn’t know that.” Robert’s voice was low. “When Chas called… all I heard was Aaron’s been in an accident.” His grip tightened around Aaron’s hand. “My head went straight to the worst possible place.” “I wanted you there,” Aaron said. “I needed you there.” Robert swallowed. The memory of the waiting room still stung. “They wouldn’t let me in.” Aaron sighed. “I told them it was okay for you to be there.” Robert looked at him. “They still said family only.” For a moment neither spoke. Then Robert frowned. “If we were married, they’d have to let me in.” Aaron blinked. “Well… yeah.” Another pause. “But we’re not, so…” Robert turned onto his side. “So marry me.” Aaron stared at him. “What?” “You heard me.” Robert looked completely serious. “Marry me.” “Aaron sat up so quickly he immediately regretted it. “Ow.” “Sorry.” “No, forget that.” Aaron pointed at him. “Did you just propose?” “Maybe.” “Maybe?” “Fine. Yes.” Aaron gaped at him. “Are you mental?” Robert laughed. “A little bit.” “Robert, we’re eighteen.” “So?”

I'm revisiting the works that I put on pause for FMI, so here's a bit from a doc titled "robron emotional thing" aka extra vulnerable Robert Sugden because that's how I roll in here 😅.

“Well, well, I’d like to say I’m surprised, but not really.” Cain’s tone is almost amused as he leans against the doorframe, a little smirk playing at his lips, “I hope you’re not distracting Aaron too much, Sugden.”

Aaron feels himself tensing, ready to step in if needed. 

“I’m only providing my very professional expertise." Robert says, smooth and bright. He’s still smiling, looking calm and-

Beautiful. He’s so beautiful and he matters so much that Aaron has to curl his hands into fists, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh of his palms so he doesn’t think about it, doesn’t think about himself, because it really shouldn’t matter now.

“Haven’t lost your touch, eh?” Cain hums, taking a step closer, looking at fiat 500 Aaron has been working on, “Looking good. Why don’t you go have a pint? Tell Chas to put it on me, I’ll stop by after closing up here.”

“I think we’ll pass.” Aaron says, taking his overalls off and quickly wiping his hands before making his way to Robert, touching his elbow, “Do you want to hop off?”

Robert nods, looking distracted, and he follows Aaron’s touch as he slides off the table. He wobbles a little when he lands on the floor, leaning forward, and Aaron’s hand flies to wrap around his waist instinctively, making sure to keep him upright. Robert exhales deeply, leaning into him, and his thin shirt is sweated through on the small of his back, clinging to Aaron’s arm, the damp heat making him breathless. 

Robert’s breathing hitches, and Aaron tries to swallow around the pressure in his chest.

Going back to my OG fic. My first baby 🥹🥹

Here is a snippet from, "I've Been Living with Devils and Angels."

“Loving you, yes, it has been like nothing else I’ve been gone through but, neither has being without you; the misery I felt staring at your picture, that cut deep. The days where I would have your grumpy tone on repeat because I’d forced you out the bed, to go to work, that’s misery. The endless moments of our vows and our wedding, both of them, knowing I cut that vow away without giving you, us, a chance to prove prison couldn’t beat us? Yeah that killed me.” Robert had to take a moment but he still looked towards Aaron with absolute certainty. “The messy stuff, the hospital rooms, watching you almost die? It hurts and I want to punch every wall and every man for even letting the world entertain the idea of you not existing in it, but, I would want to go through it with you, than live a life of emptiness without you. You make everything possible, you are my everything. I will never stop fighting for you. I did that once and I regretted it for six years. I’m not doing it any longer.” Robert let the silence have an opportunity for impact. Aaron’s face crumbling with emotion, his jaw shaking as he tried to sustain confidence in his vocal ability. “We have always been messy.” Aaron choked out. “Coming out of prison, it was supposed to give you chance for better.”

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“Robert, your breakfast.”  He presents it to him like a butler serves food to his master. Robert takes the plate and accepts the chaste kiss that Aaron is also offering, “Thank you. Where’s yours?” Aaron falters, the emotion in his eyes empties and he blinks blankly at Robert a couple of times. Then, like he’s a computer rebooting himself, he says, “I’m not hungry. I’ll get something later.” Worry flares up in Robert’s head; Aaron has a habit of skipping meals when he’s self-flagellating but he doesn’t want to cause an argument the morning after they get back together so he lets it go. If he notices a habit forming, he’ll bring it up.  Aaron plonks himself down on the sofa cushion beside Robert, not leaving an inch of space between them. He rests a hand on Robert’s thigh while he’s eating, laying his head on his shoulder and sighing contentedly. Vic watches them with a look of complete bafflement on her face until it winds Robert up enough that he snaps, “Shouldn’t you be heading to the pub, sis?” She glares at him and slams her empty coffee cup down on the coffee table. She doesn’t say a word as she gathers her bag and her chef hat and storms out of the house. Robert feels his appetite shrivel into nothing, only halfway through his breakfast. Aaron’s hand rubs at his thigh, “You should move back in,” he murmurs, “What?” “She’s clearly unhappy that we’re together. You should move back in. Move back home.” Home. Robert’s next breath shudders in his chest, “I’d really like that.” It’s when Aaron takes his plate from him to put it back in the kitchen that it clinks against his finger and Robert realises that he’s put his wedding ring back on.

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