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calmyourshit) wrote2013-09-12 06:04 am
calmyourshit) wrote2013-09-12 06:04 am
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So, Noah had a hunch that whatever Adrian said still under anesthesia, it was going to be hilarious. This was confirmed with the second thing Adrian said.
"Hey, how are you?"
Noah saw that Adrian's eyes were only barely open and smiled a little. He hadn't really been nervous -- gall bladder removal was about as routine as major surgery got -- but it was still a relief to hear his husband's voice.
"I'm good," Noah said, going into the bag he'd brought for a piece of bread. It was good to get something into his stomach before he really woke up, to minimize nausea. "How are you doin'?"
"Let me get your number, cutie," Adrian answered.
Noah bit his lip to keep from laughing and put the bread in Adrian's hand. "Eat this. You're wakin' up from surgery right now. Does your stomach hurt?"
Adrian nodded slowly, looking like a sad puppy for a moment. "Why is this happening?"
Noah laughed a little and stroked a hand through his hair. "You'll be okay soon. You got morphine if you need it when you wake up. Eat your bread," he said, nudging Adrian's arm up.
Adrian obediently took a bite of the bread and chewed, dragging his eyes open again. "Will you go out with me?"
Noah grinned, ears turning red. "We're already married, baby. Eat your bread."
"WHOA!" Adrian's eyes practically popped out of his head. "I married you? Wow..."
Oh god, Noah was going to die of cute. The look on Adrian's face was so openly delighted he couldn't help it. "Eat your bread, baby," he repeated.
Adrian took another bite, keeping his eyes open to stare openly at Noah, so intensely that Noah wanted to squirm. He reminded himself that Adrian was clearly still unconscious, even if he was now doing a good job at pretending otherwise.
"How long have we been married?" he asked, around a mouthful of bread.
"'Bout seventeen years," Noah said.
"WHOA! You must have aged well," he said, making Noah laugh again. He was so glad he'd set up the camera to see this. He was basically going to watch this over and over, forever.
Noah sat down in the chair, satisfied that Adrian wouldn't need any physical help. His knee was bugging him, reminding him that he was getting old.
"Wait, stand up," Adrian said.
Noah stood up. "Need something, baby?"
"Turn around."
Noah had to laugh really hard at that, but he did as asked, glad that he happened to be wearing well-fitting jeans.
"Oh my god," he heard, and Adrian's voice sounded deliriously happy. "I hit the jackpot, man."
"Hey, how are you?"
Noah saw that Adrian's eyes were only barely open and smiled a little. He hadn't really been nervous -- gall bladder removal was about as routine as major surgery got -- but it was still a relief to hear his husband's voice.
"I'm good," Noah said, going into the bag he'd brought for a piece of bread. It was good to get something into his stomach before he really woke up, to minimize nausea. "How are you doin'?"
"Let me get your number, cutie," Adrian answered.
Noah bit his lip to keep from laughing and put the bread in Adrian's hand. "Eat this. You're wakin' up from surgery right now. Does your stomach hurt?"
Adrian nodded slowly, looking like a sad puppy for a moment. "Why is this happening?"
Noah laughed a little and stroked a hand through his hair. "You'll be okay soon. You got morphine if you need it when you wake up. Eat your bread," he said, nudging Adrian's arm up.
Adrian obediently took a bite of the bread and chewed, dragging his eyes open again. "Will you go out with me?"
Noah grinned, ears turning red. "We're already married, baby. Eat your bread."
"WHOA!" Adrian's eyes practically popped out of his head. "I married you? Wow..."
Oh god, Noah was going to die of cute. The look on Adrian's face was so openly delighted he couldn't help it. "Eat your bread, baby," he repeated.
Adrian took another bite, keeping his eyes open to stare openly at Noah, so intensely that Noah wanted to squirm. He reminded himself that Adrian was clearly still unconscious, even if he was now doing a good job at pretending otherwise.
"How long have we been married?" he asked, around a mouthful of bread.
"'Bout seventeen years," Noah said.
"WHOA! You must have aged well," he said, making Noah laugh again. He was so glad he'd set up the camera to see this. He was basically going to watch this over and over, forever.
Noah sat down in the chair, satisfied that Adrian wouldn't need any physical help. His knee was bugging him, reminding him that he was getting old.
"Wait, stand up," Adrian said.
Noah stood up. "Need something, baby?"
"Turn around."
Noah had to laugh really hard at that, but he did as asked, glad that he happened to be wearing well-fitting jeans.
"Oh my god," he heard, and Adrian's voice sounded deliriously happy. "I hit the jackpot, man."