Home- a drabblefic
Title: Home
Author: literaryvice432
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG
Summary: A short drabble about coming home after a long shift.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Author's Note: I've been lurking in the community for some months and I've been tooling this fic for a few weeks now. I decided to woman up and post it. Any feedback you have is welcomed. This includes honest critiques and grammatical corrections. I'd like to improve in any way I can. Thanks much and I honestly hope you have an awesome day. (Also, no beta so all mistakes are mine)
I’m exhausted after 36 hours on my feet but I can’t help but stop in the door when I see her curled on her side. It’s mostly dark but the street lights cast a dull yellow glow through the window and it’s just enough to make out the lines of her face. I feel a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. We’ve been together for four years but the idea that she’s mine still stops me dead in my tracks sometimes. I hope I never lose that wonder, that appreciation for her and the love we share.
I move towards the dresser removing my scrubs with slow movements of a body wracked by exhaustion. As I pull off my scrub top I feel it catch on my ring. I drop the shirt in the hamper and then look at my hand. I roll the ring slowly around my finger as I think about how far we’ve come. It hasn’t been smooth but I don’t think either of us would want it to be. I think I wanted someone who would fight for me and with me as much as she did. Knowing that she’s not going anywhere even after we yell at each other and slam doors, knowing that she’s still going to hold me when I cry no matter how hard I push her away, knowing that I’ll fight for her just as hard makes me love her that much more. It’s those things that make me certain she’s it for me. I don’t want anyone or anything else.
I pull my pajama top over my head and push the dresser drawer closed. As I turn to face the bed I smile again. Her face is blank. She’s always been a deep sleeper but being seven months pregnant with our first child she’s often exhausted by the time she finally makes it to bed. Now when she sleeps she sleeps hard. Her hand is limp on the pillow next to her but her phone is still resting in her palm. I walk around to her side of the bed and take the phone from her hand and set it on the bedside table. I stop to tuck her hair behind her ear. She lets out a small snort and I chuckle softly.
I walk back around to my side and climb under the covers. I pull myself close behind her and wrap my arm around her as I press a kiss into the back of her neck. I slide my hand under the hem of her shirt to rest it on her belly.
“Mmm” she shifts and makes a disgruntled noise.
“What’s wrong baby?” I ask quietly.
“Your hand. It’s cold” she mumbles.
“I’m sorry. I’ll move it.” I begin to shift away but she laces her fingers with mine and pulls me closer.
“S’okay. I missed you. Don’t like sleeping without you.” I can tell she’s falling back asleep.
“Me neither. I hate sleeping at the hospital without you. It’s nice to be back,” I sigh into the crook of her neck.
“You’re not back. You’re home.” She squeezes my hand with the last word.
“Yeah,” I pause, “Home.” I smile and kiss her neck again before finally succumbing to sleep.
Author: literaryvice432
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG
Summary: A short drabble about coming home after a long shift.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Author's Note: I've been lurking in the community for some months and I've been tooling this fic for a few weeks now. I decided to woman up and post it. Any feedback you have is welcomed. This includes honest critiques and grammatical corrections. I'd like to improve in any way I can. Thanks much and I honestly hope you have an awesome day. (Also, no beta so all mistakes are mine)
I’m exhausted after 36 hours on my feet but I can’t help but stop in the door when I see her curled on her side. It’s mostly dark but the street lights cast a dull yellow glow through the window and it’s just enough to make out the lines of her face. I feel a smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. We’ve been together for four years but the idea that she’s mine still stops me dead in my tracks sometimes. I hope I never lose that wonder, that appreciation for her and the love we share.
I move towards the dresser removing my scrubs with slow movements of a body wracked by exhaustion. As I pull off my scrub top I feel it catch on my ring. I drop the shirt in the hamper and then look at my hand. I roll the ring slowly around my finger as I think about how far we’ve come. It hasn’t been smooth but I don’t think either of us would want it to be. I think I wanted someone who would fight for me and with me as much as she did. Knowing that she’s not going anywhere even after we yell at each other and slam doors, knowing that she’s still going to hold me when I cry no matter how hard I push her away, knowing that I’ll fight for her just as hard makes me love her that much more. It’s those things that make me certain she’s it for me. I don’t want anyone or anything else.
I pull my pajama top over my head and push the dresser drawer closed. As I turn to face the bed I smile again. Her face is blank. She’s always been a deep sleeper but being seven months pregnant with our first child she’s often exhausted by the time she finally makes it to bed. Now when she sleeps she sleeps hard. Her hand is limp on the pillow next to her but her phone is still resting in her palm. I walk around to her side of the bed and take the phone from her hand and set it on the bedside table. I stop to tuck her hair behind her ear. She lets out a small snort and I chuckle softly.
I walk back around to my side and climb under the covers. I pull myself close behind her and wrap my arm around her as I press a kiss into the back of her neck. I slide my hand under the hem of her shirt to rest it on her belly.
“Mmm” she shifts and makes a disgruntled noise.
“What’s wrong baby?” I ask quietly.
“Your hand. It’s cold” she mumbles.
“I’m sorry. I’ll move it.” I begin to shift away but she laces her fingers with mine and pulls me closer.
“S’okay. I missed you. Don’t like sleeping without you.” I can tell she’s falling back asleep.
“Me neither. I hate sleeping at the hospital without you. It’s nice to be back,” I sigh into the crook of her neck.
“You’re not back. You’re home.” She squeezes my hand with the last word.
“Yeah,” I pause, “Home.” I smile and kiss her neck again before finally succumbing to sleep.