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[takebitchi]

It’s been two hours since dinner ran cold and he still isn’t home. Not only that, but you haven’t even heard from him. No text, no calls. None of his coworkers have reached out either - which you try to assume is a good thing.

After an agonizingly long wait, you finally hear the jingle of keys in the door. He’s clearly fumbling, as the rattling goes on for several seconds longer than it usually does before he’s shakily pushing the front door open. He stumbles in, arm in a sling, bandage across his forehead, and a patch over one of his eyes. The other eye is blood shot, barely open more than an inch as he constantly fights off exhaustion.

The sight is a complete shock. He looks ragged, but it could be worse. His hair is as neatly tied back as ever, and his clothes are fresh and clean. He gives you a weak smile, expecting to receive hell for making you worry so much. But before you can even get a word out, he steps to the side.

You realize his arm that wasn’t in a sling has been behind his back this whole time, and as he moves to the side you see a precious little girl, clinging with both hands to two of his fingers. She can’t be more than 6 years old. And she looks terrified.

-☕️

the day drags on agonizingly slow, and when nightfall comes, i really start to worry. i decide to text him, hoping he would let me know what was happening, but just seconds after i send that text, he comes through the front door

my mouth drops open at the sight of him, and when i see the little girl beside him, i’m shocked. harold hops off my lap, and i rub at my teary eyes when i see how battered he was. as much as i want to make a scene, the presence of the little girl throws me off—why the hell was she here, of all places? sho..? i ask tentatively, standing up from the couch and cautiously walking over to him and the little girl. what happened??

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