Edit: Still on hiatus. Just clearing out my doc manager since these were written before the hiatus announcement.

Prompt: "Have you ever thought about… like… us?" for BixCo.

What the Future Holds

There were times when Cobra seriously questioned what was wrong with his husband. And that night, with them both sitting up in bed, with his husband reading the novel that Lucy had recommended him and with Cobra catching up on some work stuff on his laptop, Cobra was definitely wondering just what the fuck was wrong with his husband.

"Have you ever thought about… like… us?" was that Bickslow had asked him just a minute ago, and all Erik could do was stare at the man with an eyebrow raised and try and see if he was, in fact, serious.

He was, apparently.

"You're kidding me, right?" Erik asked.

Bickslow shrugged. "No. Why would I be?"

"Because we're fucking married."

"I know that." And oh, did he. It really wasn't something Bickslow forgot, although even after four years, he still woke up sometimes and couldn't help but smile when he saw Erik sleeping peacefully just on the other side of the bed. Still, that wasn't what Bickslow had meant when he'd asked his husband that. "I just mean… Do you think about the future? You know, are we… Are we going to buy a house, or… Or get pets… Or have kids and our own family one day…"

Erik raised an eyebrow at the man. "Are you trying to tell me you want kids?"

"N-No!" He really wasn't ready for that. Not yet. "I just… I want to know if you've thought about it." Because Bickslow had. He had a lot. And he'd been thinking about it more and more lately…

And truthfully, Cobra had been thinking about it, too. Shrugging himself that time, he looked back to his laptop screen as he gave his answer, "I've thought about it."

"Good… I just wanted to know… Carry on…" Just knowing that made Bickslow a little calmer though, not that he would've ever come to admit that he'd been nervous about it at all. He just knew that his husband wasn't one to think about the future once.

But for their future? He had. And Bickslow loved that.