The date is finally here! Here's my Resbang I wrote for this year! I had so much fun writing this fic and I hope you will enjoy this story of mine! ^-^

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Love Me Again, Husband

Chapter 1

Maka leaned against the wall, eyes anxiously fluttering shut. The egg timer ticked loudly resonating within their apartment beside the box and the stick resting upon it. Soul paced back and forth in front of the box, hands entwined behind his head as he breathed heavily.

"I think I'm going to throw up," Maka breathed as she slid down the wall, nervousness shaking her world like never before by just this one moment, waiting for the results to arrive.

"Hey." Soul kneeled down in front of her and collected her hands in his, planting a kiss on her knuckles. "We haven't been trying for even a month."

"Yeah, but I've studied so much and we've put down so much work." She savoured his touch and rubbed the inside of his thumb with hers. "I just want to be pregnant."

"And you will be. If you're not pregnant now, you'll most definitely be pregnant the next month." He leaned in and his lips feathered over her neck, nuzzling and kissing and nibbling her delicate skin.

She giggled as her hands left his and snaked around his neck, finding his soft hair and entangling her fingers in it. Her eyes shut, enjoying the sensation of his teeth feathering over her skin before his lips would kiss it tenderly. His right hand softly caressed her side as it went down her ribcage and settled on her hip, his thumb running up and down her hipbone. Her legs parted and invited him, which he accepted.

The egg timer rung loudly throughout the apartment and Soul pulled away from her. Her eyes were wide once again and the tension in her muscles he had managed to break down, was stiff once again, even stiffer than before! This was the moment they had been waiting for! Pregnant or not pregnant! The answer had arrived.

"The moment of truth." Soul rose to his feet and grabbed the pregnancy test from the counter, hiding the result with the palm of his hand. He sat down beside Maka and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She leaned against him and looked at the pregnancy test in his hand.

"Come on, show it," she urged.

"On three. One…"

"Two…" Maka leaning closer to the test.

"Three." They said together and he opened his hand.

Not Pregnant.

Her heart sunk in her chest with disappointment. The letters glaring at her sent a punch to her gut. Her head fell and she shook it slowly disapprovingly.

She had studied so hard and she had even downloaded an app on her phone to detect the highest possibility of getting pregnant. They had even tried out different positions which would raise the possibility of a pregnancy.

But it hadn't worked.

"What if I can have children?"

Soul snickered. Her head shot up and he quickly apologized. "We've just tried for a little over three weeks. I think we've to try a few months more before we can start considering that possibility."

"But what if I should go and check on my eggs? Maybe they are in a bad condition."

"I highly doubt they are with how healthy you've been. If someone's body is not up to standard, it's mine."

She stared at him with realization. "… could you get them check?"

He chuckled heartily.

"I'm serious! What if we aren't healthy?"

"Maka. We're 26. I don't think people have trouble conceiving around this age."

"But what if?" she pouted.

"I promise you, if you're not pregnant by next month, I'll definitely get a check up on my sperm."

A vague smile dawned on her face and she leaned her head against his shoulder. "Thank you," she sighed and wrapped her arms around his waist. "I was so sure I was pregnant… my period is late."

"You'll get pregnant. Just you see," he whispered into her ear.

She sighed with content as her eyes fluttered shut. She wasn't pregnant now, but he had a point. They had just started making babies. She quit taking the pill the same day they started trying to get pregnant so maybe it had made her ovulation a bit wacky.

Still… she really thought she was pregnant. The thought of caring their baby had made her glow with happiness. That was what they wanted. They were ready to start a family. Together. The reality of caring his child in her womb… it just made her feel lighter than air and limitless of happiness had run through her veins. When she bought the pregnancy test at the pharmacy, she really was glowing, just wanting to see the test come out positive.

Some gut feeling she had.

Her hand wandered from his waist onto her lower belly, her empty womb, running her thumb over the exposed skin peeking between her shorts and tank top. Her eyes snapped up to Soul's incredible soft crimson eyes when his hand laid above hers on her stomach.

"We'll make it."

She planted a kiss of gratitude on his lips. What would she do without him?

A wide mischievous smirk grew on his face, exposing his sharp teeth and his eyes darkened. "You know we've around an hour before work and we could both use a shower."

"Oh yeah?" She turned her body toward his and her fingertips ran downward his chest. "Then we better jump into the shower immediately." She gasped and giggled when Soul scooped her up in his arms and carried her inside of the bathroom.

…

Maka quickly jogged as fast as she could in her heels while carrying her bag in one hand and jiggling with her car keys in the other. Her phone buzzed and she juggled her things and she pulled up her phone, answering it.

"Where are you? The people are waiting for you!" her boss's voice boomed from the speaker.

"Sorry! I'm in the parking lot. I'll be up in just a minute! I've the updated power point on my laptop ready to go as soon as I get there."

"Good. Hurry up. They're starting to get cranky," Wes said before he hung up.

Ugh. If only he knew his infuriating brother decided an extra-long shower was in need (which she was reluctant to admit) especially when her mood had been more grey than normal.

The double door automatically opened and her heels clicked loudly against the marble floor. "Hi Tsubaki!" Maka quickly waved toward the receptionist as she hurried passed the front desk.

She sighed with relief when Mr. Buttataki his usual white dress shirt and vest entered an elevator. She quickly dived inside of it after him. "Good morning, Mr. Buttatki. How's your wife?" she greeted him as she pressed the floor button.

"Good Morning, Mrs. Albarn. Marie's a little tear-eyed at the moment. You know how it is when your child leaves for college."

"I see. Still calls him five times a day?"

"She has managed to limit it to two phone calls. Two very long phone calls."

The elevator door opened and Maka quickly waved toward Mr. Buttataki. "Oh! And thank Marie for the book recommendation. It's a very interesting read." Um, the pregnancy books she'd once recommended during a company party three months ago when children had come up in the conversation.

"Will do." He called after her as she raced down the corridor. The other employees greeted her as she struggled with pulling her laptop from her bag.

"Finally you're here!" Wes's voice resonated from the other side of the corridor. "What took you so long and why is your hair wet."

"Blame it on your brother," she quickly explained as she handed the laptop to him. "The power point presentation is on the desktop. I updated the diagram of the stock market for the technology funds on slide four and I fixed the pros and cons for the pension fund just like you asked."

"Great. Lady Arachne and Mr. Giriko are already seated in conference room four. Quickly dry your hair and come to the meeting."

"Yes boss."

They branched away and she hurried inside of the bathroom and dried her hair under the hand dryer, tied it up in a ponytail to make herself more presentable. She hurried back to the conference room.

…

"Good job in there." Wes patted her back as they exited the conference room. "I think we hooked them with our private pension saving funds. They were very interested in your points and I really think you managed to convince them."

"I think so too." Maka beamed.

"If this goes our way, I'm 100% confident I can hand you this case in your capable hands. The idea was yours after all and there's nothing you can't do. It will be a lot of communication via email and phone calls and meetings for a year, but I know you can do it," Wes boasted.

They were a team since the beginning, even before the beginning of her career in the business. In her second year of college, Wes had been a guest lecturer in her stock market strategies and let's just say, her enthusiasm of questioning and probing his strategies had made an impression on him. An interview later for one of the internship spots, she was officially in. She worked directly under Wes as his P.A. as she kept up her studied. It had been the greatest thing to ever happen her. It led her to skipping steps and jumping right on top in the stock market, and it brought her to the love of her life.

She could still remember the day so vividly. She had taken notes during a business meeting, analysing their thoughts and strategies to break into the medicine field to make profitable insurances that benefit both parties without leaving the customer in debt. Tsubaki had called the company phone, notifying his brother was waiting by the front desk with his wallet he had forgotten at home. Wes had asked her to fetch it, which she was on it immediately.

She had never believed in fairy stories or love at first sight, but when she exited the elevator and her eyes laid upon the handsome young man in jeans and a hoodie, something happened within her. It wasn't like angels descended the sky and sang Hallelujah or every cell in her body heating up and turning to butterflies, but more like a bond was created. Admittedly, she was drawn to this handsome stranger with unusual white hair and the gorgeous red eyes she had ever seen. It was so strange. It was nothing like the one time she was crushing hard on her eighth grade classmate, but something tamer, but at the same time, very powerful.

When she approached him and his attention was on her, and the husky voice of his asked "are you Wes's P.A?" left her stuttering out a "Y-yes."

That first meeting with Soul had her dawning thoughts of being in college around people dating and building lives had left her lunging to try serious dating, had made her want to ask the strange but intriguing brother of Wes's out on a date.

That day, by Tsubaki's front desk is where they started.

"Hello?" Wes waved his hand in front of her face.

"Oh! Sorry." She quickly apologized, feeling her checks heat up.

Wes grinned wide, a smile so similar to Soul's, but without the sharp teeth she loved scrapping against her skin so much. "Were you thinking about my kid bro?"

She quickly looked away from her partner and started walking down the corridor, clutching her bag in her hands. "I-it's not work related."

Wes was quick to follow after her. "It could be."

"Oh be quiet." She headed inside of her office and dumped her bag on the free chair and placed her laptop on her desk.

"Oh no I'm not." He closed the door to her office and sunk down into the chair in front of her desk, legs thrown over the armrest. "So tell me, when do you want to go on maternity leave?"

"Please, we're not even trying to have a kid," she lied. There had been one person both her and Soul agreed not to tell about their baby making and it was Wes. The one time they had been caught heavily making out in her office by Wes, the next day he had handed her a large pack of condoms and told her to keep it in the office, but only do the thing off office hours. She was afraid of what he would do if he found out they were trying to have children.

She gulped at the too knowing grin on his face. "I'm not stupid. The reason you were late was because of Soul, you had wet hair and you might want to unpack the pregnancy book from your bag next time."

She gasped and slapped her hand against her forehead. Shit. She really had forgotten to take out the pregnancy book she had bought yesterday, hadn't she?

"So…?" Wes inched closer with a huge grin on his face. "Am I going to be an uncle in nine months or less?"

"That's between me and my husband." She finished the conversation and opened her laptop.

"Aw come on, I am your brother-in-law and your boss. That ought to get me into the circle of trust."

"Nope, and if you excuse me, I've stocks to analyse." Her eyes left her obnoxious brother-in-law to her screen.

"Fine." Wes rose from the chair. "But don't think this conversation is over. I take nieces and nephews very seriously." Geez, she could've never imagined. The first thing he said to them after Soul and Maka said their "I will"s was will they start having kids. He would spoil the kids rotten if they gave him the chance!

She sighed with relief when the door shut behind Wes.

They were more entangled than boss and employee should be considering she married his brother, but it was nice. He was overbearing, stepping over so many boundaries and so caring. Soul was lucky to have such a caring brother in his life. It was all thanks to him she met Soul after all.

She pulled up her phone and unlocked it. Speaking of Soul, there was a text message from him.

How about a lunch date? My treat

She rolled her eyes. As if anything was hers or his anymore. She had a certificate from the state of Nevada to prove it.

Sure. Where do you want to meet? She texted back.

She received a message almost instantly she replied. Seemed like someone was slacking at work.

I'll pick you up. Meet me in the lobby

Sounds good. She placed her phone on her desk and a bright smile spread on her face.

…

When lunch arrived she headed down to the ground floor. As soon as the elevators opened, she saw Soul waiting by the front desk, just as handsome as ever. Every time she went down to the lobby to meet Soul, she couldn't help but think of how far they had come. From strangers to acquaintances, to good friends and then, to lovers. She didn't get the tingling in her fingers or the butterflies in her stomach from just seeing him anymore, but the strong bond and intimacy were stronger than ever.

"Hey you," she greeted him with a quick kiss.

"Geez, you took your time. Did Wes hold you up?" His hand entwined with hers like usual.

"Something like that considering, you know, since someone made me late for work."

"I thought we had more time," he pouted.

She knew he hadn't done it intentionally. He knew very well about the game-changing meeting she had in the morning with the people from Arachnophobia. He wouldn't intentionally hold her up for her meeting. But he looked so cute when she teased him.

"Maka and Soul," Tsubaki spoke up from behind the front desk. She pulled up a flier from and handed it to them. Soul took it and she gazed at it with surprise, Maka peeked at the flier with joy.

"Black*Star's gym is opening up in two weeks? I'm so happy for you!" Maka exclaimed.

When he first started renting the space, she and Soul had checked it up and helped painting the place and getting it ready. She knew it was bound to open soon, but not this soon.

"We worked really hard redecorating the bathrooms into locker rooms and all the gears have arrived, so we've finally put an opening date." Tsubaki smiled kindly. "You got to show up. Black*Star will hand out protein bars and shakes as snack, and he'll give everybody who sign up for a gym membership a 50% discount."

"We'll definitely show up," Soul said.

"I know he'll appreciate it." Tsubaki leaned against the front desk. "So, where are you two going?"

"Just out for lunch," Soul answered and started pulling her toward the exit. "Now if we want to actually eat during your lunch, we better leave."

"Just make sure to bring her back on time!"

"I'll see you later, Tsubaki." She waved toward her friend before they exited the building.

They went to Soul's bike parked in the parking lot. Soul released her hand and opened the compartment and pulled out Maka's helmet, handing it to her.

"Where are we going?" Maka asked. Usually they went to the nearby café where they had usually spent their first months lunching when they were just friends before they started dating.

"We're going to try out something new." Soul strapped his own helmet on his head and climbed on the bike. "Now jump on."

Maka made sure her helmet was tightly strapped on before she climbed on the bike behind him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. The engine roared to life and they took off.

Soul drove. Safely driving through the rush hour traffic. They were going further away than she thought, but fifteen minutes later they rolled up in a parking lot and he killed the engine. She took off her helmet and shook her damp hair, getting off the bike. She cocked her eye at the cursive neon pink letters spelling out Aphrodite.

"What's this kind of restaurant?" she asked.

"This," Soul got off the bike and took of his helmet, "is a restaurant and a store focusing on fertility and intimacy." Soul hung his helmet on the handle and grabbed hers, putting it back into the compartment. "Since you were so down this morning about the negative pregnancy test, I thought we could do something special."

A smile grew on her face as affection swelled within her heart. Seemingly always so aloof and unbothered, but always so considerate and caring behind the scene, this was the man she fell in love with.

"Aww." She entwined her hand with his and bumped her shoulder into his. "That's so sweet of you."

He squeezed her hand and smiled kindly back to her, saying you're welcome with his soft red eyes.

They went hand in hand to the restaurant. Soul opened the door and held it open to them. Maka was immediately met by the smell of spices and cinnamon. The cashier counter was filled with baskets of beans, avocadoes, chili peppers, chocolate and honey. A smorgasbord of healthy and close produced products which reminded her of the farmer's market.

"We have a reservation," Soul said to older woman behind the counter.

"Name?" she asked.

"Soul Albarn."

She tapped on her touch screen and grabbed one menu. "This way." They followed her deeper in the restaurant and passed other couples seating close to each other as they share a plate of food. "Here's your table." She gestured with her hand toward a booth in the far back of the restaurant.

"Thank you," Maka slid into the booth, feeling the soft red leather under her thighs. Soul followed and sat close to her so their thighs were firmly pressed. His arm snaked around her waist and held her close to him.

"This seems really nice," Maka said.

"It does." Soul flipped the menu up with his free hand and they both gazed at the line of various dishes. Beside every dish there was a tip of how it would raise your sex drive or in their case, raise fertility. Most of the facts she had read in a book, but some of them were new to her.

The whole environment was very… intimate. The dim lit lights, the privacy of the U-shaped booth and the soft leather cushions. Only Soul knew how much she enjoyed the texture of leather, especially his leather jacket on her skin. The environment definitely made her feel closer to her husband. She didn't need to read the menu, the environment did enough to set the mood.

"So what will we have?" His voice was husky as he whispered into her ear.

"I think I might go with the nutty salad."

"We're sharing," He chuckled as he tapped toward the top of the menu where it said couples could order larger portions to share for the same price as an ordinary portion.

"Are we now? Then what will we have?"

Soul's finger slid down the page and pointed toward a dish. "We could take this one." It was a salmon dish with arugula, nuts and avocado. It came with whole wheat bread with olive oil and salted tomatoes and strawberries, vegan chocolate and whipped cream for dessert.

Salmon wasn't her thing, but the nutty salad side dish and the tomato sandwich did intrigue her and made her mouth water just looking at the fresh miniature picture of the dish. "The sandwich does sound delicious."

"Good. Then we're ready to order."

The older woman came back and took their orders and disappeared. The atmosphere and the moment was so special. He was special. To arrange this whole thing just in a matter of hours when he had work to take care of, it touched her deeply. It really was about the small things in relationships that count.

She leaned her head to rest against his shoulder and he rested his on top. "So, what did you do today at work since you were so busy finding this place?"

"Nothing really. The business was slow today," he murmured as her hair tickled his face.

"Oh no, that's not good, Soul."

"It's the usual. I knew it would be hard starting a recording studio when the technology allows you to record just as good stuff at home."

"But you burn for these things. I just don't want to see your dreams go into the ditch."

"Hopefully it won't. Tomorrow I actually have a client to serve so that's good," he snickered. "Besides, if the record studio does go into the ditch, I could always become your personal assistant at work."

She blew a raspberry. "Oh we both know if Wes ever allowed that, he would take away my door and install CCTVs in my office."

"Nothing a shirt over the camera can't solve, am I right?"

The smugness just radiated from his voice. He sure was proud of the few times they managed to sneak around her work and hook up before they were caught.

The lunch arrived and the spices glistering on top of the salmon smelled so good. The lunch was even more delicious than it looked like. The bread mixing with the olive oil and the salted tomatoes made her moan out as it melted in her mouth. Mixing it with feeding each other and sharing a kiss or two made it all better.

When their plates were empty and their bellies full and satisfied, a new hunger had awakened within her, thirsting to get back into bed with her dear husband and start making babies once again. If only she could ditch work and spend some more time with Soul.

"You can go to the bike." Soul urged Maka. "I'll be right behind you."

She cast a quizzical eye at Soul standing by the check out, grinning at her.

"Okay." The door plinged as she exited the restaurant.

It didn't take long before Soul exited the shop and came jogging over to her. In his hand he held a basket full with vegetables peeking out on top of it.

"What's that you're holding?"

"Aphrodisiacs for tonight along with another surprise."

The humming heat only tightened at the word of it. "And what is it?"

"That's something you'll find out tonight. That's why it's a surprise, dork." He grinned smugly at her, just enjoying keeping it a secret from her.

"You know I don't like surprises."

"I know." His arms snaked around her waist as their bodies were pressed together. "But it will be worth it. It will be waiting for you at home."

"Are you trying to motivate me to blow off work?"

He chuckled and pushed a loose strand of hair out of her face. "No, I do have some stuff I need to get done before you get home, but, motivating you not to work overtime, that, indeed I am."

"Consider it done. At six sharp, stud." She playfully smacked his bottom before she pulled away. He placed the basket on the ground and he opened the compartment, pulling out her helmet and handed it to her.

"Fuck!" he cursed loudly.

She jumped in shock and gazed at him. "What happened?"

"Someone stole my helmet." He ran his hand through his hair. "And it was brand new! It cost me 250$ too!"

"Hey, take it easy." She cupped his cheeks and steered his face to hers. "We'll get a new one. You can take my helmet."

He blew a raspberry as he enveloped her hands with his big strong ones. "Hell no. It's my own fault I didn't properly protect it. You take it." A wide grin spread on his face as he removed her hands, entwining them instead. "Besides, it would be way too big on my head. We all know how big your head is with that large brain of yours."

She playfully smacked his chest and grinned at him. "Or it's just you who have a pea for a brain."

He let out a short laugh before he climbed onto the bike, sliding further back on the bike than usual. After putting on and strapping on the helmet, she grabbed the basket and took a seat on the bike in front of him.

"Just drive safely, okay?"

"I will." The engine spun to life and he took off from the restaurant. He left the parking lot and drove extra slowly, using his blinkers at every turn and didn't take any chances when the traffic light turned orange.

They rolled up to a traffic stop. The engine hummed lowly as they waited for the light to turn green. She leaned into Soul, feeling his chest warm against her back and his warm breath tickling her neck.

Marriage was all about the small moments.

The traffic light turned orange and Soul slowly put a little gas, slowly starting to roll forward. It turned green and cautiously he started to roll forward.

A shrieking sound pierced the air and before she knew it, the bike lurched forward and they were both flying through the air. She crashed on the road with the basket full of aphrodisiacs scattered on the asphalt.

…

"Soul?" Maka murmured as consciousness started to return to her. "Where are you?" Her eyes drifted from the white ceiling until she found, Black*Star, Wes and Tsubaki by her bed.

They had been driving back to her work after a romantic lunch together. They had been by the stop light when they had been rear-ended.

Soul hadn't worn a helmet.

"Soul." She started to sit up in her bed but a sharp pain in her shoulder had her crash back on the soft mattress. "Where's my husband?"

"Take it easy." Black*Star said in a hushed tone, carefully holding her down by her other shoulder, which surprisingly didn't hurt. "You're hurt, you need to rest―"

"Where is Soul!" she roared.

"He's…" Wes cut himself off, looking the other way as he took a deep breath. "He's in surgery."

Her stomach fell as her throat started to knot with sorrow. "He's… he's going to be alright, right? Right!"

Wes ran his hand through his hair, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know."

Tears started streaming down her cheeks as sobs echoed within the hospital. "No… no! He― he can't… he just can't!"

"The doctor will inform us as soon as the surgery is over," Tsubaki said.

Tears were endless. Streaming down her cheeks as she sobbed loudly, not a care in the world who heard her. Black*Star's hand comfortingly rubbing her shoulder was so unknown, all she wanted was his fingers to grow longer and slimmer into the elegant and beautiful piano fingers of her husband. All she wanted was Soul― she needed him.

…

"Mrs. Albarn?" A man waltzed inside of the hospital room wearing green scrubs as if he had just come out from the surgery.

Her voice broke before even a word had come out of her mouth, instead she settled on a nod.

"I'm Frank. Frank Stein. I'm Soul's doctor." The man's gaze moved to Tsubaki, Black*Star and Wes. "May we have a moment alone?"

"We'll be right back." Black*Star gave her one last comforting squeeze on her hand before him and Tsubaki exited the hospital room.

"I'm Soul's brother. I'm staying." Wes said with determination.

"Very well." The Frank closed the door behind Tsubaki and Black*Star. "The good news is he's alive."

Maka let out a sigh of relief. He was alive.

"What's the bad news?" Wes asked.

"The bad news is he's in the ICU. He's suffering from severe brain trauma. In order for him to get better we'll put him into a comatose state so his system can calm down and allow the swelling to subside while his body is given time to heal, but other than that, he's very lucky. If it weren't for your body shielding his and slowing him down, he would've one-hundred percent been brain dead before paramedics even arrived at the scene."

"Does that mean…" her voice cracked. "He's… he's going to be okay?"

"I don't know about that. Brain trauma is very complex and nothing is normal when it comes to the brain. We'll just have to see when he wakes up."

"But he's going to survive?" Wes asked.

"He's stable at the moment and his survival rates look good."

"Thank death." Her eyes fluttered shut and new tears trickled down her cheeks. He was going to be okay.

A smile played on Wes's lips and he leaned on the bedframe on the hospital bed. "That's good news. That's… really good news."

Frank grabbed her journal from the bed and started to flip through the pages. "Speaking of even better news. Your shoulder just needs some rest and then you've just a couple of stitches and bruises. You'll be up on your feet before you know it."

She didn't care about that. All she cared about was Soul. His well-being came first.

…

"Mr. Albarn is in room four. Take right and you'll find the room to your left," the nurse by the desk informed.

Maka quickly hurried down the corridor, following the nurse's instruction. Room four was within her reach and she busted into the room. Her heart sunk when she laid her eyes on her beloved husband in the hospital bed. Eyes peacefully shut as if he was lying in their bedroom sleeping like usual and not in a hospital. A tube came out form his mouth and connected to a machine, slowly pumping in oxygen in his body. The side of his head was shaved and a newly stitched scar spread on his temple.

"Oh Soul," she sighed and grabbed a chair, pulling it toward his bedside. She watched out for the catheter on the back of his hand as she entwined her fingers with his. "I'm so sorry," she murmured.

If only she had suggested taking a cab back to the office instead, maybe then the speeding car wouldn't have rear-ended them. Soul wouldn't have gotten hurt the way he did. There were so many options to how they could've avoided the accident. There were different routes, different vehicle, heck, she could've just called Wes saying his bike had broken down or something.

But they had taken the wrong route, the wrong vehicle and at the wrong time.

She lifted his hand and planted a kiss on his hand.

Whatever happened, she promised to herself, she would stay by his side. It didn't matter if he was paralyzed, suffering from chronic pain or had to go in and out of the hospital every week, she would be there for him. They would get through this. Together.

"I met Doctor Frank. He gave me his belongings." Wes spoke, holing a plastic bag as he stood by the door frame. "He said his swelling has gone down and they're going to wake him up from his coma tomorrow."

"That's good." She whipped her tear-stained cheeks. "That's really good news."

Wes went over to her and placed the plastic bag in her lap. "I went through his stuff. Sorry."

"It's okay." Her shoulders shook with sorrow as her hand squeezed Soul's. "I'm sure Soul would complain about it, but he would be okay with it."

Wes's warm hand soothingly rubbed her back. "He's going to be able to say that himself once he wakes up." He pointed toward the white plastic bag in her lap. "I don't want to tear open any wounds, but I think it would be useful for you to go through his stuff."

Tear open any wounds? Her wounds were already gaping wide open, gushing blood and unattended. She was already hurting more than if she was the one in the hospital bed.

Maka looked over her shoulder at Wes whose eyes were transfixed on the bag. "I'll give you a moment." He patted her shoulder before he left the hospital room.

Nervousness started knotting in her stomach and she looked at the plastic bag in her lap. "What did you have on you?" she whispered to Soul.

She pulled her hand away from his and opened up the plastic bag. Right at the top was a tiny zip lock bag with his phone, wallet and― his wedding ring. She pulled out the simple silver band from the zip lock bag and she slipped on the ring on his left ring fingers. The plastic bag rustled as she went through his things. His bloody and ripped clothes were in the bag, everything familiar was there. She raised her eyebrow when she lifted his favourite leather jacket which was now torn up and bloody, something white was poking out from within it.

She pulled it out from the inside pocket and it proved to be a piece of paper. The edges were bloody, but it was still in a good shape. She straightened out the paper and it proved to be a medical report of… of―

She slapped her hand over her mouth and tears brimmed in her eyes.

It was a report of his sperm count dated the day of the accident and the word healthy and active sperm rung in her mind.

Emotions overflowed her and he buried her head in his side, holding onto his hand. He did this for her. He knew her fear was somewhat irrational, but he had taken the time to book an appointment to prove to her he was healthy, all they needed was to keep on trying.

Only one of the many reasons she loved him.

"You better wake up alive and well," she sobbed and squeezed his hand tightly as she buried her face in his warm side, feeling his familiar warmth hidden underneath the hospital gown and the blanket. "You hear me, you can't leave me now. Just be okay. Please be okay."