Been in a weird writing funk for a few months now so I thought I'd try to write something small for y'all here. Of course, it is Milo/Sweetheart. Of course it is a comfort fic. This seems to be the theme when I am not in the best of spirits. Anyway, writing below the cut!!
"Sweets! I'm home!" Milo called as soon as he was in the door. The house was dark, something he noticed when he pulled into their driveway. The text that Milo sent to Sweetheart saying he was on his way home went ignored, which was unusual. The house was quiet too, which was also unusual.
Well, almost quiet, as the meows of Aggro started coming through the house as the cat made his way to Milo. Aggro found him as he was just putting his keys and wallet down, rubbing up against his legs and meowing up at him. He seemed a bit stressed more than usual, which worried him.
"Hi buddy," Milo said, a small smile on his face, bending down to pet him. "Where's Sweetheart?"
The cat blinked up at him for a second before taking off down the hallway. Milo followed without hesitation, worry creasing his brows. He knew that nothing bad had happened, but he still couldn't help but worry. They had bailed on the plans with the pack tonight because something came up at work again. They had been going nonstop for weeks at this point, early mornings leading to late evenings. It wasn't good for them, Milo could say that much. The tension that they carried in their body the last little bit was not fun to watch, or the growing dark circles under their eyes. Milo wished he could stop time every time he heard Sweetheart's alarm go off and they begrudgingly dragged themselves out of bed. Just to give them a few more moments of rest that he knew they deserved.
When Milo got to the bedroom, Aggro was staring at the closed door in front of him. Odd. Normally Sweetheart would leave it open enough for Aggro to come and go freely.
"Is this what had you so worried?" Milo asked him, to which he got a meow in response. Milo knocked gently on the door, ear pressed close to hear if they were in there. He didn't hear anything. A frown edged his lips. "Sweetheart? You in here?"
When he didn't get a response, he opened the door and stepped inside, eyes adjusting to the dark fast and spotting a figure curled up in the bed. Aggro bolted under his feet and was on the bed in a split second. The figure on the bed stirred a bit as Aggro sniffed around before settling beside them.
As Milo turned on the bedside lamp, he realized that Sweetheart had fallen asleep still in their work clothes. He sighed, glad that they were okay and unharmed. He brushed some hair out of their face, hand trailing down their cheek afterwards. Sweetheart stirred a bit more, eyes blinking open at the touch.
"Well hello there," Milo said, a small giggle breaking out from under his breath. He still was rubbing gentle circles into their cheek.
"What time..." Sweetheart slurred, reaching for their phone that was haphazardly placed beside them. If Milo had to guess, they were likely on it before falling asleep, and it dropped when they were finally out. It wouldn't be the first time.
"Just after ten," Milo answered them when they frowned at their now dead phone. "Just got home."
"Sorry," Sweetheart muttered, rubbing their eyes.
"Don't apologize," Milo said, fondness dripping from his words. "But, I tell you what. Why don't you finally get out of these clothes and put on some pyjamas? It might be a bit more comfortable."
Sweetheart nodded, sitting up with the guidance of Milo's hands, a yawn spiling from their lips.
"Stay here," Milo whispered to them, crossing the room to the dresser, rooting around for a pair of pyjamas.
"You don't have to--" Sweetheart started.
"I want to, though," Milo cut them off, already walking back. "I'm still wondering how you were able to fall asleep like this," he said jokingly, placing the pyjamas beside them and plucking off their glasses.
"Was tired after work, and it was, like, 7 PM by the time I got home. I had already eaten so I was just gonna lay down for a little bit. Looks like I ended up falling asleep," Sweetheart explained.
"It must have been a long day," Milo commented, reaching for their wrist so that he could take off their watch. He kissed along their knuckles when he was done, and he just caught the small smile that graced their lips at the motion.
"Something like that," Sweetheart sighed.
He turned to place the items on the bedside table as Sweetheart started to change. When that was done, he reached for their phone to plug it in, already setting the alarms that they set every night in the process. It was quiet in the room, but Milo didn't mind that. As long as he could feel Sweetheart's aura pulsing from them in time with their core, that was all he needed. Not to mention Sweetheart was still half asleep, there probably wasn't anything that they wanted to talk about.
"Are you hungry?" Milo asked after he finished his tasks, pressing a kiss into Sweetheart's shoulder. "When was the last time you ate?"
"At six," Sweetheart said. "Supper was bought for us when we had to stay behind. It was very nice actually. Though..."
"You want a small snack don't you?" Milo teased, already moving back toward the kitchen. "The usual?"
"Please," Sweetheart said. There was a pause before Milo heard their feet come padding behind him. "I love you," They added from behind him.
"I love you too," Milo said, hand instinctively reaching behind him. Sweetheart's fingers intertwined with them in a heartbeat, making Milo's chest fill with warmth. "Some would even say I love you more."
"Impossible," Sweetheart said, chuckling.
In the kitchen, Sweetheart didn't break away from him until he handed them their smoothie drink from the fridge. Milo grabbed the last of the strawberries from the fridge, and grabbed a bowl and a knife, before settling beside where they sat on the counter.
"How was the party?" Sweetheart asked. "Did you have fun?"
"Not as much fun as I would've if you were there," Milo said sincerely. He loves his pack, of course he does, but he also loves showing off for Sweetheart who loves his antics. Secretly.
"Oh, stop," Sweetheart said, but even when they took a sip of their drink they weren't able to hide their smile.
"And the pack missed you," Milo added. "Got asked where you were at least every few minutes for the first, like, half hour."
"They missed me that much?"
"You've barely been around for three weeks at this point, Sweets, of course they have," Milo said. "They love you."
Sweetheart didn't answer, but Milo could sense that they were glowing without even looking at them. When he did glance at them, he was caught by their beauty again. Even like this, with their hair a mess, cheeks red with sleep, and the last remaining lines fading from their skin. God, was he ever lucky to have them.
When Sweetheart realized what he was doing, they groaned, pushing his face away from them. "Stop it."
"Stop what?" Milo asked, chuckling.
"Looking at me like that!"
"Like you're the only person in the whole world?" Milo asked.
Sweetheart didn't answer, just grumbled something, much to Milo's amusement. "Just focus on the strawberries before you cut your finger off."
"Please," Milo said, "I could do this in my sleep."
"I'm not rushing you to the hospitable if you hurt yourself," Sweetheart said.
"Sure," Milo said. "The love of my life, my mate, wouldn't bat an eye if I accidentally cut myself."
"I wouldn't," Sweetheart said.
"Which is totally reasonable," Milo said, "especially after I've been terrorizing you with my lov--ow!"
Milo dropped the knife, clutching his right thumb with his other hand. Sweetheart immediately reacted, placing their drink down and grabbing for his hand.
"What did I tell you! Here, let me see," They chided, brows creasing together as they pried his fingers away from his thumb to see--nothing. Sweetheart stared at his thumb for a few moments, blinking, before they groaned again. "You jerk!" They said, lightly pushing him away. "I was worried about you!"
"So you do worry when I hurt myself," Milo teased.
"You're evil," Sweetheart grumbled, crossing their arms.
Milo hummed, scootching over so that he could settle between their legs, a hand automatically settling on their thigh. "You love me," he said, his other hand coming up to cup the back of their neck and pull them in for a kiss. For someone who thought he was evil, they sure did respond to his touch, melting into him the second their lips touched.
"Evil," they muttered against his lips, though with considerably no force behind it.
"Will this make up for it?" Milo asked after he pulled away, reaching for the bowl beside them and presenting it.
"Maybe," Sweetheart said. They accepted the offered bowl.
"Dork," Milo muttered fondly, stealing a strawberry half. Sweetheart didn't respond, just wrinkling their nose at him. "Do you have the weekend off?"
Sweetheart nodded. "Finally."
"Perfect," Milo said, smiling.
"I swear to God if you say 'like you'--"
"Like you," Milo said, chuckling when Sweetheart lightly smacked his chest. "Eat, so we can go to bed."
