Sonny can hear your soft breaths as he leans down to
kiss you on the forehead. The faint smell of your shampoo reminds him of when you showeredtogether, the night before you went to the hospital for your
scheduled surgery. He held you close, rocked you in his arms. It’s gonna be ok. I promise.
Five hours of surgery. Another one in the recovery room. But
finally you’ve been brought to the ward. You’re still half asleep and knocked out from the anesthesia. His
Sleeping Beauty. He smiles.
Your fingers are intertwined, as they usually are
when you’re together, awake or not.
I don’t know what I’d do without you.
A flutter. A tremble. You’re finally waking up. The
corners of his mouth are rising in perfect sync with you opening your
eyes.
*
There he is.
He’s light. He’s love. How amazing is it that you found each other? That he’s
the first thing you get to see when you wake up every morning – be it in your cozy downtown apartment or at the hospital.
With him at your side, you know you can do it. “It”
= anything.
“I’m here, love. You’re fine. The surgery went
perfectly.”
Sonny.
Your mouth feels miserably dry, but before you can
say anything, he’s already reaching for the glass of water at the
bedside table.
You take a sip, two, three, until a low, humming ache
in your side makes you moan in discomfort.
His brows furrow.
“Are you alright? Want me to call the nurse?”
“I’m okay,” you whisper.
His features relax slightly. He usually hides his
emotions well – as a SVU detective he had to learn this the
hard way. But the wrinkles around his eyes are still quivering ever
so subtle.
“Are you sure?”
You nod.
And then Sonny’s lips are on yours.
“Love you, doll. Missed you.”
It’s only been a few hours since he drove you here
this morning. What an adorable dork.
“Love you, too,” you mumble against him.
He sighs and pulls back. Suddenly a change comes over
his face. He looks determined. Determined to cheer you up and make you
feel better in any way he can.
When he speaks again, his voice is a little louder than the situation requires.
“Sooo, I brought you a few things.”
Sonny reaches down into a bag next to your bed that
you hadn’t noticed before.
“Charger, toothbrush, pj’s, …. And this!”
A huge gift bag.
He holds it up with the a proud, boyish smile and
begins unpacking it for you:
Hogwarts House socks. A handwritten card. Your
favorite LUSH hand lotion. Homemade golden cookies wrapped in
cellophane. (Butterscotch? Peanut butter? It better be
peanut butter.)
And then …
“His name is Snow.”
A Husky pup plushy. With (duh) blue eyes – about the same
shade as Sonny’s.
Letting out a small noise of joy, you take the plush
toy out of his hands.
“Oh my gosh … He’s so cute!”
“Another one for the collection.”
“Thanks, baby.”
Sonny gets up from his chair and sits down next to
you on the bed and takes your hand in his.
“Snow’s gonna take care of you when I’m not
around.”
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