The Barson Daily Prompt on Tumblr: Expectation
On a case like this, he expected the stress. The migraines. The tension in his shoulders and neck. The barrage of phone calls and emails about this, that and the other. He hung up the phone, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He pushed himself out of his chair, pacing his office for a few minutes before hearing a light knock on his door. He leaned back against the front of his desk, crossing his arms as she pushed open his door.
"As bad for you as it is for me?" He just nodded, sighing and closing his eyes, bowing his head slightly. He expected her strong words, her reassurance, her strength in her voice. What he got instead was the feel of her hands on his arms, pulling them apart and her falling against him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. The fight was gone for the moment, so he wrapped his arms around her waist, sighing lightly as he rested his chin on her shoulder. The scent from her hair wrapped around him and he felt some tension leave his body. Olivia. "My Olivia" he thought as he tightened his arms around her, leaning back a bit more, taking on more of her weight against him. He smiled, probably for the first time in 2 or 3 days, when he felt her sigh against this ear.
"We've got this" she whispered to him. We. Them together, as a unit. What everyone expected them to be.