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"Sometimes, I think, I just wanna grab you both like I grab my water bottle at 3am and just kiss you silly like I drink that water. Without stopping to take a breath, non stop until the bottle is empty"
At this both men looked at you like you just threatened to reveal Victoria's secret.
Wyynde, who was closer to the nightstand with said water bottle on it, reached for the oversized thing "Are you okay my love? Are you high again? Thirsty?" He worriedly inquired before realizing that the bottle was practically empty.
"Maybe" you shrugged pathetically "I wasn't exactly hinting at that, I just wanted you two to know how much I love you. Besides, the dexcom isn't screaming at me right now so I think I'm in the clear" with that you slumped and snuggled closer into Kaldur's chest, unintentionally hitting his book a little.
"Perhaps getting you a drink of water just in case is best hm? And we should check that site again, I believe you fell on that arm during training today" Kaldur looked at you, who he was pretty sure was—in fact—high. Poor thing, you'd been having irregular spikes all day and probably didn't know what to do anymore aside from just giving up.
"Wyynde, would you please?" He asked his lover, who was also trying to figure out what was going on.
"Of course" with that he gave both of you a kiss, grabbed your snoopy water bottle and was out of the bedroom to refill it. A couple beats of silence passed before Kaldur turned to you again with a rather serious look in his eye "How are you feeling aga'ros? Please be honest with me" He didn't mind that his voice had an obvious edge to it.
Nervously chewing your lip, you took a few seconds to answer, partly because you didn't quite know what to say. Letting out a heavy sigh, you decided to just get out with it "I dunno really, I know I should be past all this—the uncontrollable spikes I mean— and I'm not supposed to be feeling like shit the way I am—though a high blood sugar will do that to you."
You don't know when you started picking at your nail bed, but made no effort to stop doing it.
You both let the silence stretch and when Kaldur didn't say anything, you took that as his cue for you to go on. Letting out another even heavier sigh, you hesitantly let your eyes meet his for a few fleeting seconds "I'm not new to this, I've been diabetic for a while but I still don't have complete control over my condition and it makes me feel like crap. Like I'm not trying hard enough. It sucks y'know"
You let your hands fall to the blanket, fiddling with the ruffles at the edge of it, you waited for him to say something.
Contrary to what was expected, he simply pulled you into him and held you there. The hug went for longer than either of you intended but it was welcomed nonetheless.
Kaldur pressed a kiss to the top of your head, one that made your stomach flutter a little. "I will not say I understand completely what it is like–" "you bet" you quietly interrupted "–but I know you hold yourself to impossible standards."
You'd already furrowed your brows so hard before you could even catch yourself. "explain" you demanded, still avoiding his eyes. Whether from your previous anxiety or now out of mild irritation, neither of you will ever truly know.
Sensing the shift in your mood, Kaldur gently stroked your shoulder. Thumb slow and grounding as he calmly explained what he meant "Your condition is not a simple enemy you can defeat and forget about. It is one you live with. Some days it fights harder, and you are not to blame."
Seeing as you still did not look up, he felt you weren't convinced yet. "You have been battling your own body for a long time, it is no wonder you feel as terrible as you do. Anyone else would feel the same. You have not failed"
Gaining a bit of confidence from his words, you smoothed your hand over the blanket a few times before shakily saying "But I'm tired. Tired of battling, tired of constantly being on the lookout for something that's still just gonna do whatever it wants anyway. Tired of constantly carrying this weight, it's slowly getting heavier and I can't stand it anymore."
"I know" His thumb grazed your cheek, slow, reverent. "Let us carry some of that weight with you. You do not need to do it alone." There's a soft pause, like he's choosing his next words with care.
"You are precious to me. Both of us. When your body is unkind, we will not be. When the world makes it impossible for you to feel at ease, we will make it easier. When you cannot be strong, we will be for you."
His words were so sure and said with such tenderness and love it physically hurt.
Rapidly blinking back tears in an attempt to not embarrass yourself, you hesitantly asked "....you really mean that?"
He let out a soft laugh that was more a huff than anything really, and brushed a kiss to your temple—steady and sure, an anchor.
"I do not speak lightly. You are doing everything you can. That is more than enough. And while you are still down we will stay with you, through every rise and fall, until your strength returns."
The soft creak of your bedroom door alerted you of Wyynde's return. Kaldur didn't break away from you, just shifted his hand from your cheek back to your shoulder, grounding and warm.
Wyynde nudged the door open with his elbow. In his hands he held a mug, steam curling gently from the contents inside it.
"I found that blend you liked, we'll need to get more next time we go shopping though" he said, tone casual but eyes softening the moment he took in the room—the way Kaldur held you close, the way your shoulders weren't droopy anymore and your fingers no longer twitchy. He took in the ambience of the room, and something fond passed through his expression.
He crossed the room in quick strides "You needed this more than I thought" he murmured, offering you the mug with both hands like it was something precious.
When your fingers curled around it's warmth, Wyynde leaned in and kissed your cheek—slow, deliberate, a wordless way of saying I'm right here. Then he pressed a quick kiss to Kaldur's temple too, a silent acknowledgement of whatever had transpired between you two.
Kaldur eased an arm around Wyynde's waist, guiding him into the space beside you. Wyynde simply sank down without protest, shoulder against you and arm sprawled across both his lover's bodies. He fit perfectly into the shape of the moment, like he'd been carved to belong there.
You sipped the tea—your favorite when your body was being a bitch—and felt Wyynde settle in, the warmth of his body pressed to yours was a comforting presence, one you could not be more grateful for. The warmth of the mug, the warmth of their bodies, the quiet thrum of the safety and love between all three of you...it all worked together to melt away the last of the days harshness.
Kaldur rested his forehead lightly against yours. Wyynde's cheek brushed your temple.
Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be. You were held—completely, unquestionably and unconditionally.