Aurther: 2fabul0us4
“Y/N?” His muffled voice calls from the front of the house followed by the sound of his bag hitting the floor.
“Kitchen!” You call back, reaching for your phone to turn down the music you had playing through a speaker while you cooked. You can hear his footsteps padding through the house as you search the fridge for the last few ingredients you need.
“How was your day, B?” You question when you feel his arms wrap around you from behind. He rests his head on your shoulder, looking into the fridge with you. “It was fine.” He grumbles, “Just a day.”
You move to place the vegetables you’d just grabbed on the counter and let out a breathy laugh when Bradley moves with you, not letting go. You shut the fridge and twist around in his grip.
“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask, one hand resting on his bicep while the other absentmindedly brushed his hair to the side.
You recognize his mood by the way he clings to you. Something had happened during training today, and you’d bet money on it having something to do with Mav or Hangman. When he had bad days he liked to stay close to you, always touching you in some way, like he was making sure you were still with him, grounding him.
He leans closer, sighing against your lips, “Not right now.” Then he kisses you softly, “Just need you.” You move your arms to rest over his shoulders, smiling as you kiss him again. “Okay, Bradshaw.”
He hums contently in your arms, and you stand holding him for a few more moments until you hear the sizzling of your pan pick up and you remember the meal you’re in the middle of making.
“Ah!” You jump out of his grasp slightly, still keeping one hand on his arm, and reach to stir the food, turning down the heat while you’re at it. With a crisis averted, you shift into a normal position in front of the stove, pulling him gently with you.
He reverts to resting his head on your shoulder, “Smells good, babe.” You smile again, leaning your head against his, “I’m making your favorite. Had a feeling you might need it today.”
He doesn’t respond right away, biting the inside of his lip to prevent the emotions of the day from spilling over. “How do you do that?” He finally asks, voice softer now.
“Do what, baby?” You hum, keeping your eyes on the pan.
He kisses your cheek, arms squeezing around your waist. “Always know what I need.” You laugh.
“Well, I’ve known you a long time, and I love you a lot-“ You start to explain.
He interrupts you, “Say that again.” You smile, amused with how needy he got sometimes. “What, that I love you?” He nods, kissing your neck.
“I love you.” You tell him, turning to cup his cheek. “I love you.” You kiss his face, emphasizing each word. “I love you.” You say, kissing his lips.
You lean your forehead against his, “And I’ll tell you as many times as you need to hear it.”
“I don’t doubt that.” He turns back to the stove, switching off the burner, “But maybe we can continue this after dinner.” He grins as you playfully swat his chest. “Someone’s feeling better.” You tease.
He pulls out two plates from the cabinet, “Hey hey, I didn’t say that-” You hold out your hand and he passes you the plates. “I’m gonna need lots of cuddling to beat this. I’m talking two, three hours minimum.”
You roll your eyes and scoff, handing back the now full plates. “I just want to enjoy the delicious meal you made first.”
“Alright Lieutenant.” You chuckle, following him to the table. “Let’s eat, and then we can see where the night takes us.”