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theo frowned ever so slightly at his words. “really? again?” she had no recollection of any of that, but she hated how normal it felt to her. “god -- i’m sorry,” she mumbled as she moved closer to philip, pressing her face into his chest and letting out a long, deep breath. “you didn’t have to do that.”

sometimes she really hated how he always jumped up to take care of her because she knew she could handle everything on her own -- she always had. but then philip just walked into her life and at first she thought he acted like this just to annoy her. it was like he was some type of prince and she couldn’t believe people like him actually existed in every day life. but she was learning, slowly but surely, that even though she could do everything on her own didn’t mean that she had to.

but that was just philip -- her philip, always doing things for her just to make her life a little easier even when he was met with huffy resistance. theo was convinced she didn’t deserve him, but if she ever dared to say that, she knew he would go off on some new tirade that she wasn’t ready to hear. even moments like this had her heart clenching in a way that she had never really experienced before him that she didn’t know what to do if he waxed some cheesy poetry about how much he loved her. 

“i think attempted is a better assessment of the situation,” he winced, looking over at her from the sink where he was running water over the skillet to try to subdue the smoke that had inevitably filled the kitchen. eventually he let out a defeated sigh and left it abandoned in the sink. “i’m afraid that there isn’t much to salvage,” his voice sheepish as he turned to look over at her, his eyes immediately softening.

she will never not have this effect on him -- she warms his heart until it fills every single one of his veins and he’s just weak. she deserves things done for her, and alex has been in his own head for far too long to give her the things she deserves. this was a start -- a failed start, but a start nonetheless.

the casualness in jamie’s comment had kian freezing for a moment, looking up at jamie with a hesitancy that vanished quickly. it was replaced with a pulled face of faux annoyance as he threw the pillow he was holding square into his boyfriend’s face in retaliation since it was easier than explaining the dark tinge to his cheeks.

“god, shut up,” he mumbled, ducking his face as he smoothed the covers before he threw himself down on top of it to hide his face in the mattress. again, easier than explaining his reaction. because here he was, the boy that dropped to his knees for jamie in the supply closet at a high profile awards show, blushing over a slightly suggestive comment in their shared bedroom. kian can’t explain it, but it just feels so different and the gravity of the situation feels different. but finally, when his cheeks didn’t feel like they were flaming anymore, he turned back over to look back up at jamie.

“is this you telling me that you’re secretly a slob, babe?” he teased with a quirked eyebrow. “because if it is, i’m gonna have to dump you,” his voice completely deadpan as he reached for jamie’s hand, intertwining their fingers and tugging his boyfriend closer to the bed. 

“hooky is a dumb word,” adam mumbled, already wrapping his arms tighter around his wife to bring her closer. the midseason exhaustion was already settling into his bones at this point, his eyelids always drooping shortly after he got home from practice. he just craved these moments, when it was just them and he didn’t feel the painful exhaustion in his body. but he considered her words for a moment longer, letting out a quiet snort as his eyes finally closed while he stifled a yawn. 

“if i miss practice, are you going to handle my media? handle my coach?” he teased fondly, because he knew she would if she could. but even her and her spitfire heart couldn’t get the rest of the league to back down and give them a quiet day after all of this. this is what always happened though -- they got a taste of normalcy and domesticity whenever the all star break rolled around and when reality came crashing in, he would always crave being back in this bed like they were now. with her in his arms, with the house humming around them, the boys tucked into bed.