Hi

So I'm currently in quarantine and have finally finished this chapter

Drew smiled as he saw his husband on the couch, his confidential work laptop placed atop his knees as his hands lazily swept across it. The doctor dumped his backpack by the door, kicked off his sneakers and moseyed his way to the back of the couch. Wanting to share his good mood, he encircled his arms around the other man's shoulders and kissed his cheek.

"Hey," Rick greeted distractedly, his eyes focused on the report he was currently writing. Drew glanced at the screen picking up keywords that said 'drugs', 'cartel', 'gang violence'; it was pretty standard in the man's line of work. The doctor nuzzled against his husband's neck, enjoying the feeling of the light scratchy stubble against his clean-shaven face,

"Drew stop it, it's annoying." Undeterred, Drew pressed on. His hands roaming down the officer's chest, unbuttoning the top few buttons before letting his hands explore, appreciating the feel of hard, strong muscle under his hand. "Will you cut it out?"

"Whatever," Drew sighed, his good mood now deflating. He removed his arms from around the other man, turned to go to the kitchen but before he could get too far Rick grabbed his hand apologetically.

"Sorry," Rick expressed earnestly, his face softening as his attention shifted from his work to his husband. "It was… a very long night. Just let me finish this report, ok? I just want this to be done then I'm all yours"

"Ok," Drew agreed, squeezing the other's hand before going to the kitchen.

"It'll take a coffee and a round of toast while you're at it," Rick shouted from the couch, Drew scoffing at his boldness as he turned on the coffee machine.

"You want that coffee poured over your head?" earning laughter from the officer. Drew busied himself in the kitchen, taking the time to make a quite gourmet looking avocado toast that would rival any hipster cafe. He prepared a caramel latte with the expensive coffee machine Rick had insisted on buying, instead of the usual black rocket fuel he normally drank to keep him going through those long nights at the hospital.

He walked back into the lounge room with his meal and placed it on the coffee table.

"Here," Drew said handing his husband a plate of plain slightly burnt toast and a mug of cold black coffee. Rick stared at it in distaste, knowing he probably deserved as much as he longingly looked at the plate of beautifully crafted avocado toast and steaming hot delicious coffee the other man held lovingly in his hand. The officer bit into his own almost cremated toast, chewing exaggeratedly and tried to swallow down the dry scratchy toast.

"Can I have a bite?" Rick asked hopefully, Drew chewed thoughtfully before holding his toast out then pulled it away slightly.

"One," Drew warned, "a small bite." Rick took the toast, eyes becoming shifty as he folded it in half and stuffed the remaining mostly whole piece of toast in his mouth. "No!" Drew cried in anguish; he placed his mug on the coffee table before he jumped on top of the other man then straddled his waist. Rick made to scoot back on the couch as he tried in vain to escape, hiding his face in the pillow as he forced the toast down.

"I hope you choke!" Drew exclaimed, he threw the pillow away and pinned his husband's hands above his head. Rick smirked mischievously at him before sticking out his tongue to show that the toast was now all gone. The doctor scowled before a smirk of his own overtook his face and he rushed to meet the other's mouth and shoved his tongue down the other man's throat. To his credit Rick recovered quickly as he flipped them off the couch and around the coffee table to the middle of the loungeroom floor which was quickly becoming a UFC Octagon.

They wrestled, playfully of course, well as playfully as two six-foot-something men with over a decade each of tactical training and army experience between them could. After five minutes, Rick had Drew on his stomach, arm pulled tight against his back as he locked his thigh in place with his leg.

"You can... tap out," Rick panted out flirtatiously in between breaths, "I won't think anything less of you."

"Never," Drew grunted in frustration, adrenalin kicking in as he reared his head back causing Rick to overcorrect his balance and land flat on his back. Drew moved quick, he once again straddled his husbands' hips, momentarily ignoring the arousal he felt before he pinned his shoulders; their faces hovering inches apart.

"You're so playful today, what has gotten into you? I like it," Rick crooned, wrestling momentarily forgotten as he leaned up to capture the other man's lips.

"I just had a good night at work, just thought I'd share my mood with you," Drew explained, hand coming up to lightly caress Rick's neck as he absentmindedly played with a few stray tendrils that had escaped the light hair product Rick had used earlier in the night.

"What happened?" Rick asked curiously, impishly biting at Drew's jawline.

"I met someone," Drew breathed serenely, letting himself get lost in the feeling of the other man's mouth.

"What?" Rick snapped, his hand pressing on his chest to put some distance between them.

"No, not like that," Drew rapidly assured, "it's a girl."

"What?" Rick repeated, pushing his husband off his lap and sitting up, preparing for a serious conversation.

"No don't worry she's only 12 years old."

"I'm sorry but what?" Rick repeated for a third time, "you need to start explaining yourself- "

"No! just- this is coming out wrong." Drew groaned; he rested his back against the coffee table as he grabbed his now cold mug of java. Rick continued to stare at his husband as he waited for him to explain himself further. Drew went on to recount his night, starting from Shannon and himself being called out to the wreckage where he first saw Bri, how he felt so protective of her, how he made sure that the paramedics were aware of her CF and that they had all of her inhalers.

He told his husband about the connection they had shared with the love of the book 'The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe'. Rick chuckled when Drew told him that he had let Bri know that he had 'spent some time in closets' but he wasn't sure that Brianna understood the double-entendre. The doctor became sombre as he recounted the strings he had to pull to let Bri have the closure she would need with the passing of her foster mother. Looking back, it probably wasn't the best idea to let her see her in the operating room but he felt so unbelievably happy that Bri had trusted him enough to confide in him when he found her hidden in one of the closets on the paediatric ward. Embraced him so wholeheartedly and let herself be comforted by him.

"You're smitten," Rick teased, now patting Major (their German Sheppard that Rick had gotten while Drew was overseas) who had come in through the doggie dog and now laying upside down with his tongue out looking at his dads.

"Shut up," Drew laughed, no heat in his voice. "I dunno, she's just so… cool and smart!"

"So, what happens to her now?" Rick asked thoughtfully, distracting himself from all of the possibilities that were running through his mind by roughly giving Major a belly rub who seemed to be enjoying himself.

"I don't know," Drew bemoaned, running a hand over his face in frustration. "she has slight pneumonia so I have admitted her to the ward, normally it would be mild enough to be sent home with but since she doesn't have foster parents anymore she would be sent back to a group home and I can guarantee you they would be so understaffed that Bri wouldn't get the care she needs and would only get sicker. So, for the moment I want to keep an eye on her."

"After that?"

"I don't know Rick why are you pushing this?" Drew snapped, turning his attention to the dog who looked up at the loud voice.

"It's just…" Rick shrugged, taking a long deep breath to calm himself before leaning over to the other man placed a hand on his chin so Drew was focused on him. "you know I've always wanted a child, well children. I always thought it would be a baby but it was never something set in stone. We can apply for fostering, it's not adoption but I know the application for fostering can be a long process."

"Really? You've never even met her."

"I trust your judgment," Rick replied, a wide grin spread over Drew's features before he leapt over Major and tackled his husband to the floor. Major started barking and joined in by jumping on the pair of them excitedly, Drew pulled the other man from the floor and towards the bedroom.

"Are we finishing what we started?" Rick asked hopefully, pulling off his tight black work tee and throwing it in the vague direction of the laundry hamper before playing with the hem of Drew's scrub top. The doctor smirked, place a chaste kiss on his husband's lips and smirked at him.

"You're not that lucky," Drew told impishly, leaving him standing there in confusion in the middle of the room as the doctor retrieve his laptop and sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard as major took up residence next to him, "this foster parent application isn't going to fill itself out."

So here is the first chapter.

I'm not sure how long this will be but it been a long time since I've written a multi-chapter fic