Two Baby Girls - D.d.

two baby girls - d.d.

this is kind of a part two to “two pink lines”, but it also works as a stand alone piece

requested: yes, i had multiple requests surrounding a pregnant reader! 1. This is my first request, Can you do an image with David where they are about to have a baby soon and David is already being and overprotective father out of EVERYTHING. Thanks so much and sorry if you already have one similar to this one. 2. Can you continue the one where she tells David she’s pregnant and it’s a few months down the road where they find out the gender and they feel the baby kick and all the emotions of them having a baby. And for another one could you have it be a few days before she’s due and she goes into labor and the reactions everyone has. and 3. Can I request a David fic where they’re pregnant with twins, but she didn’t tell David there’s two babies yet, and at the gender reveal they bring out a second cake or something for the second baby and it’s just Daddy David fluff pls Ily

word count: 1300

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“Baby, be careful,” David said, jumping up off the couch and helping you carry a large box inside.

“Relax,” you giggled. Although you appreciated the concern, David was being just a little bit too overprotective. He hardly let you do anything remotely straining even though you were only ten weeks pregnant yet. He was a worrier and you imagined he’d be the same way as a dad.  

“I’m sorry, I just don’t want you to get hurt. And I don’t want anything to happen to the baby.” He placed the box down in the kitchen and pulled you in for a hug. “I missed you all day.”

“I missed you too.” You stood on your toes with your arms around his neck, giving him a quick peck. “The baby will be fine, Dave.”

You kicked your heels off and dropped your purse on the pool table, walking in to the kitchen to make dinner. The smell of bell peppers made you feel nauseous, and you dropped the knife you were using to cut them up on to the counter and immediately ran into the bathroom. David sat down next to you, rubbing your back with one hand and pulling your hair away from your face with the other.

“You okay, bub?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“I think I’m going to go lie down for a little bit,” you said. David helped you to your feet and you collapsed on to the cloud couch in the living room.

David came back with a small plate of cheese and crackers for you to eat if you felt like you could. He told you that he was reading a bunch of books on how to cope with pregnancy symptoms and he wanted to make sure he did everything he could to help you.

“Thank you.” You gave him a small smile.

“So, when’s the next appointment?” David asked, overly excited for the ultrasound.

“Tomorrow,” you answered, and his smile fell. “What’s wrong?”

“I have meetings all day and Natalie will kill me if I have her reschedule them this last minute,” he pouted.

“It’s just a routine check. We’ve already heard the heartbeat and I’ll get my blood tested to find out the gender, but we’re having a gender reveal, so it’ll be nothing out of the ordinary,” you reassured him.

Your reassurance, however, wasn’t a good idea. You had called Erin to come with you for moral support since David was busy, and your jaw dropped when the ultrasound picked up two different heartbeats.

“Twins?” you asked, your voice wavering as you were on the verge of tears. The nurse pointed out both babies on the ultrasound and your heart skipped a beat.

“Holy shit, congrats,” Erin exclaimed, squeezing your hand and giving you a smile.

“I’m fucking terrified,” you whispered, wishing David was here with you.

“It’s going to be okay,” Erin reassured you, giving you a hug.

“Okay, so I can do your bloodwork to find out the gender, but since you’re having twins, it may not be accurate. It can tell you if both babies will be girls or if at least one will be a boy, but there’s no way to tell this early on if both are boys or if one is a boy and one is a girl,” the nurse explained as she set everything up to draw your blood.

Erin took the envelope with the results since her and Carly had decided they wanted to be in charge of the gender reveal party.

A few weeks later, you and David were driving to Erin’s apartment. You hadn’t told anyone that you were having twins, not even David. You weren’t sure what Erin’s plan was, but you hoped David was excited by the news.

The apartment was decorated with different blue and pink balloons and streamers. When all of your friends and family were over, Erin came out with a cake to do the gender reveal, only for Carly to follow with a second cake.

Everyone froze and exchanged glances with each other. You watched the look of confusion on David’s face as he turned to face you.

“We’re having twins?” he asked in a quiet voice.

“Surprise?” You phrased it as a question instead of a statement, but you could see the smile form on David’s face.

He was beaming as he pulled you in for a tight hug before quickly letting go and putting his hand on your stomach. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to squish you guys,” he mumbled and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re ridiculous,” you giggled, giving him a kiss.

“I can’t believe we’re having twin girls,” David sighed happily, sitting down on the couch next to you.

“Speak for yourself,” you groaned. You were further along in your pregnancy and every part of your body hurt. You were almost at 23 weeks and you had been feeling the babies kicking constantly. Your back was constantly in pain from the weight of the babies and you were irritable all of the time.

You felt one of the babies kick and you pulled David’s hand on to your stomach to feel it for the first time. There was a dull pain in your left side and David was beaming when he felt it.

“That’s one of our strong little girls,” he exclaimed, and you chuckled. Watching David get excited over every part of your pregnancy made it bearable.

But David had also gotten even more overprotective since he found out you were having twins. He didn’t let you go anywhere alone and he didn’t even want you to get out of bed most days.

“David, nothing is going to happen if I go grocery shopping,” you sighed. You were beyond bored being in the house all the time and you were getting antsy. “At least let me help decorate the nursery,” you pouted, but he shook his head.

“Baby, you know the doctor said you’re on bed rest.”

“Dave, I know you think you know everything, but you are not a doctor.”

“Doctor’s orders,” David insisted, kissing your forehead and you couldn’t argue with him anymore.

You winced in pain, feeling a sharp contraction. You were only 35 weeks, but twins were rarely ever carried to term. You let out a yelp, your fingernails digging into David’s arm, waking him up.

“Is everything okay?” David asked, sitting up in bed. You shook your head and took a deep breath, preparing for another contraction. David sat beside you, helping you regulate your breathing while timing the distance between your contractions. After a while of contractions, they were coming more regularly and you and David decided to go to the hospital. Hours later, you were blessed with your two twin girls.

“You did so good,” David whispered, giving you a kiss.

Later when your friends came to visit and meet the girls, all of them were in awe of your two tiny humans.

“They’re so adorable,” Erin cooed.

“Dave, they look just like you,” Jeff said.

“Oh my god, they’re so little and cute,” Carly chimed in.

“They’re absolutely precious, you two,” Jason added. “You two are going to be amazing parents.”

“I can’t believe you guys have kids,” Heath muttered.

“We’re next, right bubba?” Mariah joked, looking at Heath.

Driving home from the hospital with the twins was the first time you had ever seen David drive carefully. David was always the one to change their diapers in the middle of the night, insisting that you stay in bed and rest, although you assumed the girls already had him whipped and he would go out of his way to keep them happy. He was a great dad already and you were excited to see him become even better.

May I please request some head canons of Rio with a deaf or hard of hearing S/O 🥺 the thought of him learning ASL for his queen has me soft in my feels at 8am. Pls and thank you 😌

i’m soft as hell right now!! ( i also didn’t use you x rio bc i didn’t think it was appropriate?)

upon first meeting her, he didn’t know she was deaf

he had asked her yes or no questions

and she simply nodded or shook her head

he didn’t think anything of it

until he asked her what her name was

and she was holding up her hand to sign to him

that’s when he realized

and he realized she could reads lips very well

so he started frequenting the book store she worked at more often

she was beautiful and he didnt mind her trying to teach him asl

he looked forward to it everday he saw her

he also spent his free time with countless asl apps and books

just trying to learn to better communicate with her

she was surprised when he would come in and slowly get through conversations

sometimes even looking at his phone to guide him

she found it very cute and she loved that he wanted to learn

and she loved spending time with him

the first time she touched him was to put his hand in the right position

and he felt his heart rate pick up

that’s when he knew he was really into her

so a few months after he had started to visit her

he finally found the courage to ask her out

he practiced the hand movements so many times, he had to get it right

and so he asked her out with no problems

and she was quick to say yes

a few months from there

rio could get by pretty easy and keep conversations with you really well

he always kept at it, he wanted to be fluent for her

because he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her

Back From the Dead

Prompt:  The snap brings more people back then intended. 

You slip out of your daughter’s room, now that she’s fast asleep, and you do a little dance. Lorelei hadn’t been sleeping well since Tony had come back from his battle with Thanos, nearly dead. She’d been nearly silent since the doctors had been forced to remove his arm. “Hey Tony, she’s down. She’s asleep. Deep asleep. And all it took was four lullabies and three chapters of the Boxcar Children.” 

You pause at the sight awaiting you in your living room and then you stare. You stare at the sight in front of you. Tony, your husband is standing stock still in front of his long dead father. His similarly dead mother is sitting on the couch. “Are these holograms or are we in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.” 

He lets out a haggard breath, “No. They’re very much alive. It turns out those fucking stones were more powerful than imagined.” 

“Tony.” His mother chastises.

Tony shakes his head and walks out of the room. You hear the screen door slam shut and you face your in-laws. “Hi.” You let out a nervous laugh, before moving forward and extending your hand, “I’m Y/N. Tony’s wife.” You shake his father’s hand and then his mother’s, “It’s nice to meet you. Both of you.” You realize you’re babbling, and back up, “Um. Our daughter, Lorelei, is asleep upstairs. I’m hoping she stays asleep. She hasn’t been sleeping well since Tony came back. It scared her. She’s been sleeping in our bed a lot.” 

You realize you’re babbling and that Tony’s parents are staring at you, judging you, and you need to escape. “Can you keep an ear out for her while I go get Tony.” 

His mother nods, “Of course.” 

You dash down the hallway and out the door. You just barely catch the screen door before it slams shut. You find Tony on the dock. Your eyes adjust to the dark and you walk up and stand next to your husband. After several moments of silence you say, “So, they’re really back?” 

“Would appear so. I just spent the past five minutes having it all explained to me by not only Banner but my father. In a very condescending tone I might add. Apparently me being Iron Man was one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done. The CIA apparently caught them all up on what they missed.” 

Your mouth opens and closes, “I have no idea what to say.” 

He rubs his eyes, “Me either.” 

You take a deep breath, “You know, part of your charm was that there were no in-laws to deal with.” 

There’s a moment of silence before Tony bursts out laughing, “Is that why you married me?” 

You smile, and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “No. I married you because I love you. And we’ll get through this. Worst case scenario, we move to a secluded cabin somewhere else in the world.” 

He wraps his arm around you and then he kisses you. You start steering him back towards the house. You’re on the stairs when he says,”I really need a beer.” 

“Me too.” 

You’re at the screen door when you hear Lorelei scream, “DADDY!” 

Tony’s gone a second later, with you behind him. You take the stairs two at a time, as Tony bursts into her room. Tony is already beside her, smoothing her hair back from her forehead, before pulling her into a hug. “It’s okay baby girl. I have you. Daddy’s here. Daddy’s here. I’m okay. Everything’s okay.” 

His gaze goes behind you and you turn to see his parents. Lorelei latches onto Tony, sniffles and says, “I want to sleep with you and mommy.” 

“Mommy and daddy aren’t going to bed just yet, but how about we go put you in mommy and daddy’s bed.” 

“Noooo.” 

There’s a lot more tears before Tony gives in and says, “Okay. How about some hot chocolate?”

She nods and he stands with her. He slips by his parents and the three of you follow him down the stairs and into the kitchen. When he gets to the pantry, he stops, and stares before saying, “Hun, a little help.” 

You take out the premade hot chocolate packets, and start heating the milk on the burner. Tony takes a seat at one of the bar stools and rocks Lorelei until the tears stop. No one says anything. You look over at Maria and Howard to see them staring at Lorelei in what you can only describe as awe.

When the sniffles stop too, Lorelei looks through her hair and quietly asks, “Who they?” 

Tony stutters, and Howard steps in, “We’re your dad’s mom and dad. We’re you’re grandparents.” 

Tony’s eyes go wide, “Oh look, the hot chocolate is almost ready. Why don’t you go drink it in bed with mommy while daddy talks with Grandma and Grandpa.”

She slides off of Tony’s lap and waits for you. You grab two mugs of hot chocolate, and Lorelei grabs the loose part of your jeans. You take her upstairs, to your bed, and the two of you drink hot chocolate, and you read to her again. This time, you start Harry Potter. She hangs onto every word, until sleep finally takes her. You’re stroking her hair, snuggled into the bed, when Tony slips in. 

“My parents are in the guest room. My dad wants to discuss the company tomorrow, my mother wants to see baby pictures or Lorelei.” 

“Sounds about right.” 

He changes and climbs into bed. He kisses Lorelei on the forehead and then kisses you. “Those are problems for tomorrow.” 

“Agreed.” 

You turn out the lights and you’re on the verge of sleep when Tony says, “I can’t believe they’re back. I don’t know what to do.” 

“I doubt anyone would.” 

“I feel like I should be happy, that I should be jumping up and down and crying tears of joy. Instead, I have a pit in my stomach.” 

You take a deep breath, “Those are problems for tomorrow Tony. When we might have the energy to deal with them.” 

He chuckles, “I love you Y/N.” 

“I love you too Tony.”

forced reveal : d.d

brief summary: trisha exposes the fact you’re pregnant, leaving you and david stumped. 

okay, so we all have an opinion on trishas video. hell, I’ve spoken about it with a fair amount of you guys. but, either way, it makes for a good piece. so thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy. 

* masterlist * 

(if anyone is interested in knowing my next piece will hopefully be the second part to you aren’t you with a split ending - meaning you can opt for the happy ending or the sad one lol.)

** requests are currently on hold, but they will reopen next week **

“David, Y/n?” From the hallway, I can hear Natalie calling us. 

Turning to face David he slowly stops drawing patterns on my stomach as we struggle to come up with names. “Everything okay Nat?” I call out. 

Due to the lack of response, we both rise to our feet and head out of David’s room and into the living room where everyone is gathered, concern written across all of their faces. 

“Did we do something?” I question and no one responds. 

Instead, Zane presses play and I see Trisha on the TV screen. She’s crying and I turn to see David with an unreadable expression embedded into his brown eyes. He takes my hand in his as we listen to Trisha slowly exposing everyone in the vlog squad.

“Their friend Brandon was, was dating a High schooler last year..” No one speaks up, we simply continue watching. 

Trisha lets out a short laugh, “Oh don’t even get me started on David and Y/n.” She scoffs and I tighten my grip on David’s hand. 

Glancing up to David he keeps his lips tightly shut, but I can see the irritation rising as his eyes shift towards Jason. I follow the glance as Jason keeps his head down, clearly having seen this before the rest of us.

“Did you know she was doing this?” David speaks up and everyone turns to look at Jason who slowly lifts his head, pain evident in his heavy eyes.

“I didn’t know she’d make a fucking video.” He retorts and David scoffs, his hand falling out of mine as Trisha remains paused on the screen, seconds away from spilling the truth about me and David.

Zane looks to me as his fingertip hovers over the play button. I nod to him as I watch Trisha return to laughing loudly, shaking her head as she wipes her eyes once again.

“I mean, yall not curious as to where Y/n has been?” I let out a quiet sigh, moving to sit down on the arm of the chair beside Ilya. “She’s fucking pregnant, throwing her guts up every morning.”

“Shit.” David almost yells as he begins pacing whilst Trisha continues to spill more.

“Morning sickness is far from cute like, I get it, but that’s gross. And I mean, I’m sure they’d tell you all soon. It’s not like she can hide it much longer, she’ll be showing in a month I’d say.” I watch as Trisha flips her hair back and I lower my head. Ilya places his hand on my back, rubbing it supportively whilst David huffs loudly across the room.

Standing up I head over to David as everyone pretends to watch the video as it continues to play. “Come on.” I mumble as I walk past him, opening the front door.

With the door closed behind us and everyone else inside I start tearing up. “Oh, no, Y/n. Don’t cry.” David hushes as he places his arms around me as I cry into his chest.

“She took away a special moment for us.” I mumble against the soft fabric. “I know we didn’t know how to tell the fans, but that was going to be a part of it. Part of this for us.” Pulling away I place my hands on my stomach, barely showing yet. “I was going to play the video for our baby when they’re older, treasure it.” Sniffing loudly I hear as David let’s out a watery laugh.

“Doesn’t change everything, Y/n.” He lifts his hands to my face, cupping my cheek as he wipes away a tear. “We’ll still have all the memories and will tell our baby how we didn’t have some grand reveal as some woman told the world on our behalf.” A smile grows across his face as I deadpan, only making him laugh harder. 

“I guess we should at least admit it to the fans?” I suggest as I let out a heavy sigh. 

“Guess no time like the present.” 

Harry bubs running around but naked and Harry saying “put some clothes on we are not nudists” and you just stand there because you no this is all Harry’s genes😂😂

Word Count: 1k

Author’s Note: Okay but I love the idea of Harry’s bubby being a little sun baby that loves playing outside and swimming and being utterly obsessed with the warmth that summer brings!! This also has big quarantine vibes to me; just everyone going mad with boredom and doing off the wall shit that’s deliriously comical.

Bubby has asked to swim in the pool nearly everyday since you’d been sentenced to unofficial house arrest, waking Harry up at the ungodly break of morning to beg his dad to put his arm floaties on so that he can jump in and splash around. Harry doesn’t mind though as he’s made it quite that he loves feeling the sun on his face as much as possible these days. Plus, there isn’t much else to do anyway. You two sit out on the patio with bubs while he swims — you on a lilo trying to get a tan and Harry in one of the loungers reading a book. Occasionally, you or Harry toss the a beach ball back and forth to your bubs to keep him entertained, but he mostly enjoys keeping to himself and playing his own make-believe water games.

You think bub’s gotten out of the pool to waddle over in his dripping wet swim diaper (no sense in dirtying a swimsuit when it’s just the three of you) to grab a sip of juice from his cup, so you didn’t worry when the sounds of splashing water that filled backyard had suddenly come to a halt. Harry on the other hand, had actually seen bub trot over to the patio table for his sippy cup, so his eyes averted back to his book without another thought. It was when neither you or Harry never heard his tiny, albeit still pudgy body hurl back into the pool in cannonball position (his newest skill, thanks to Harry) that both of your heads turned at the same time to try and location where he must have gone.

On the opposite end of the pool is a sight that sends both of you in hysterics. Bub’s floaties and diaper are folded over and pool water is oozing from the padding in a puddle, discarded in a pile near the patio table where his juice was. The ground marks a clear wet trail of small feet that leads to your bub, who is naked and lying on his tummy and as it appears, nearly conked out with his arms folded into a makeshift pillow.

“Oi! What are ye’ doin over there? I can see ye’ bum!” called Harry, nearly double over in laughter.

Your bub just turns his head away from Harry, clearly not interested in anything his dad is saying and more into basking in the feeling on the rays beating down on his sunblock-slathered back and the sun-baked pavement warming his belly.

You shush Harry quickly.

“Leave him he, Har. He’s not hurting anything,” you try to reason with him.

“‘Cept his willie! How is tha’ not uncomfortable t’ him? He’s butt arse naked on the concrete,” Harry asks, or more so exclaims.

All you can do is continue to chuckle lightly as you wade over to the edge of the pool where your son is lying. You reach your hand over the ledge of the pool to run your hands through his unruly chocolate curls, only lulling him further and further into a nice afternoon nap.

“M’ sleepy baby,’ you whisper as your fingers wrap further around his clearly inherited locks.

“Christ,” Harry mumbles, resting his head in his palms that are held up by his elbows digging into his bare thighs.

“What?” you asked, still in hushed tones as to not disturb the nearly sleeping boy beside you.

“I did this t’ him didn’t I? Wi’ me walkin’ round naked all of the time? Taught him ‘s okay not to wear clothes.”

“Oh, most certainly,” the confirmation falling from your lips as natural as breathing.

“We’ve raised a nudist,” Harry sighs, admitting his defeat.

“We!?” you scoff, almost offended, “That’s all you, babes.”

Harry panders over to where your son is lying and where you’re resting your upper half out of the pool, abandoning his book and comfy chair to be with his family. When he’s bent down to run circles into his baby’s bare back as he snoozed away with his bum cheeks out for the world (but really just you two) to see and feels just how warm and enticing the pavement actually is, he realized his son might be on to something.

He stands up abruptly, slinging his loose button up shirt (which was ironically buttoned all of the way down to his navel) down his shoulders and ridding himself of the bright yellow swim shorts he’d put on earlier that morning. The stark tan line left by his shorts from wearing the same pair nearly every day makes you want to burst out laughing again, though you’re distracted by the fact that he’s literally now naked in your backyard, balls out and proud. Thank god for your penchant for gardening and the tall shrubbery that guards your fense and keeps away prying eyes.

He ignores your qualms of, “What the fuck are you doing?” with a flick of his wrist.

“Bubby’s got the right idea. Think ‘m gonna have a nap right here too. Pavement’s so warm,” he declares before plopping down on his belly in a similar fashion to his son and relaxing into the slab.

“Are you kidding me? Did you not just clearly express your worries that your son is a nudist?”

“Ehh, we’ve got time t’ break him out of it. Not goin’ anywhere any time soon. Plus, it’s not as uncomfortable as I thought. Y’ should join us, lovie. N’ lemme see the goods,” he finishes with a wiggle of his brow.

You dismiss him with a gentle shove to his shoulder that’s littered with jet black and charcoal colored ink.

“Well it’s quite clear who he got his bum from,” you mumble before rolling your eyes and hiking your legs back onto your lilo to go back to your tanning regime.

Keep The Faith (W.H)

Prompt: “I don’t wanna die yet! Please! I don’t wanna die!”  From Here

Pairing: Will Halstead x reader

Words: 857

Warnings: angst, blood, guns, cursing

Notes: *Nervous chuckles* I’m on an angst roll…

Being a detective in the Intelligence Unit had its ups and downs. You loved the dynamic of the team and the people on the team were absolutely amazing. Your partner Jay had introduced you to the love of your life, his brother, Will…and everything seemed to be going well for you. You should have known the second that things seemed to be looking up for you, something would go wrong.

You’d gotten some bad intel from one of your C.I.s and that led you and Jay to get ambushed by snipers. You couldn’t pinpoint them and you and Jay were pinned with little cover. Obviously, you’d called for backup, but they were nowhere in sight…it had you wondering if they were somehow blocking your signal, but the thought left you as soon as you heard the approaching sirens.

You hissed in pain as the crate exploded behind you, leaving you with even less space for you and your partner. You both had been sent to talk to the owner of the warehouse, you both hadn’t thought to put on your vests…the informant had said that the guy was harmless. When you got out of this, you’re C.I. was going away for good…you’d been foolish to believe him after how tweaked out he’d looked earlier. Though, Jay had said to give him a chance…so you did.

You turned your radio on. “This is 51-George! Where the hell is our backup. We’re pinned in a non secure area and the area is getting smaller by the second!”

“51-George, we’re two minutes out.”

“Make it one,” Jay yelled as more of his crate splintered.

You and Jay looked at each other, gripping the other’s hand for a split second before sending a volley of bullets towards the tops of the warehouses you guessed the snipers were in, seeing as they were shooting at crates to get to you. You both ducked down as the snipers returned fire.

“Jay, I’m not liking the crates. I don’t think they’re gonna hold much longer,” you stated.

“I know,” he growled, his head landing against the crate for a second before standing and sending back a few bullets before crouching down again.

You heard the cars roll up and let out a breath. “At least backup’s here,” you replied.

Jay laughed a little, “there is that.”

As you were going to say something else, you felt something pierce your chest. Everything seemed to go quiet for a minute. You couldn’t hear the gunfire or shouts the other officers were spouting. You slowly looked down to see your shirt growing soaked. “That’s not good,” you stated.

Jay, who’d been shouting back and forth with Voight, looked back at you suddenly. His eyes widened. You saw his lips moving and could make out what he was saying without hearing him.

Everything moved in slow motion at that point. You could feel your chest tightening, not being able to breath properly.

You could have blacked out a moment, because what you remembered next was Will bending over you, but you weren’t in the hospital. “Hospital,” you asked, clearly confused.

“I was doing a ride along with the paramedics today, babe…it’s gonna be okay, I’m gonna fix you up,” you could tell that he was trying not to let his emotions show. Jay was at your head as the other paramedics were on the other side of you.

You nodded and let them do their thing, but your panic was starting to rise as you felt yourself being unable to breathe…the blood rushing in your ears…you didn’t want to die. You were afraid of dying…and you couldn’t do that to Will. You couldn’t just leave him…you loved him.

As you were loaded into the back of the Ambo, Will came and sat beside you, checking everything to make sure that you were stable for the moment.

Your heart rate spiked as the ambulance started moving and you reached for Will’s hand, wanting some comfort as tears rolled down your cheeks. Will was speaking, but you couldn’t hear him above the blood rushing in your ears. You let out a sob and finally voiced your fears, “I don’t want to die yet! Please! I don’t want to die!”

His voice slowly started to penetrate the blood rush, “-not going to die! You hear me?! I’m not going to let you die. You are going to be just fine and you’ll be back out there catching criminals in no time. You’ll be out there with my brother making sure he doesn’t get himself killed and annoying the hell out of him…then you’ll come home and tell me about how idiotic my brother’s been and we’ll cuddle and watch the TV or something. You are not dying…I don’t give you permission to.”

You gasped as pain wracked your body, “love you,” you stated…just in case these were your last moments.

“I love you too…but you are not dying. You’ll tell me you love me again after we fix you up…keep the faith, babe.”