A/N: I have no words for this. Enjoy :)

Summary: Caught up in a mishap, Pitch has to deal with a brawl and finding a new bouquet of flowers for his anniversary all before he gets home. Human!AU

Words: 903

Prompts:

(Emotion) Embarrassed / (Word) Soothe / Human!AU

"Anniversary Hiccups"

Cradling the vase in his hands, Pitch flinched back when the two brawling shoppers started fistfighting. He didn't know who had started it, and frankly he didn't care. Pitch had other things to worry about besides who grabbed which toy first, or whatever they were fighting about in the mall's parking lot. Pitch tried to inch by them to head to where his car was parked, the jewelry box of a necklace he commissioned for his wife tucked in his coat pocket, the vase of arranged flowers cradled in his arms. He hadn't seen the flying fist miss the other fighter, but he certainly felt it. One moment he was standing, the next there was the sound of shattering glass and he dropped like a stone onto the pavement.

He had come to with paramedics hovering over him, and the two brawlers being escorted into police cars, a crowd of people surrounding them all. Sitting up gingerly, he winced as he saw a news camera being set up. On today of all days, of course he would be subjected to something like this! Looking around, Pitch's eyes found the ruined bouquet of flowers he had picked up for his and his wife's anniversary dinner tonight, the vase shattered beyond repair. He could try to salvage it, however he had no deft hand at arranging and would rather spend the money for a quality product than spend his time to fix it manually. Pitch sighed, lamenting the loss of the beautiful arrangement and already calculating in his mind how much a store bought bouquet would be. Hopefully the necklace would be enough to make up for the loss of the expertly arranged flowers.

"Sir, are you alright?" the paramedic had asked.

"Just a little embarrassed," he replied honestly, a hand coming up to his face to touch his sore eye. That was going to blacken quickly, judging by how tender it already was.

"Here," the paramedic had said, offering an ice pack for his eye. Pitch had gingerly put it on his face and sighed in relief. He was then helped to his feet. "You don't have a concussion, but if you feel any side effects in a few days, besides the soreness in your face, take yourself to urgent care and just get it looked at." Pitch remembered nodding in response, but the next hour or so as he drove to the grocery store to get a quick bouquet was merely a blur to him. He didn't remember driving home.

He had pulled into the driveway with a bouquet of flowers in hand. His wife, Toothiana, had greeted him at the door, ready to seduce him on their anniversary. The kids were gone to their godmother's place, so the two had the house to themselves for the night. But all thoughts of alone time flew out the window as soon as Tooth saw his blossoming black eye.

"Pitch, what happened?!" she asked in horror, hovering over him as he stepped into their home.

"Hooligans at the mall," he reported stiffly, drawing her in for a one-armed hug. The other arm held the melting ice pack to his face. Drawing back, he then pressed the store-bought bouquet of flowers into Tooth's hands. "Sorry about that. The other flowers I had gotten you looked better, but, well," he said, trailing off. He turned on the news on the TV in the living room, Tooth following him to find a vase. The news was currently showing the fight he had been drawn into, showing the security camera footage. He was clearly trying to walk away from the fight, when one man launched himself at the other, who then evaded, forcing the first aggressor to land his punch in Pitch's face. Pitch winced as he saw himself crumple to the ground. As Tooth came back into the living room, Pitch was able to point to the video evidence of the fate of the other set of flowers.

"Oh, Pitch, I don't care what kind of flowers you get me," she replied soothingly. She led him to the couch, making him sit, before she rearranged herself on his lap. "I just like that you think of me." Tooth gave him a soft kiss before gently peeling off the ice pack. She laid the gentlest of kisses to his blackening eye before placing a fresh ice pack in the spot. Pitch sighed in relief

She kissed his nose before setting the used ice pack on a coaster on the closest side table.

"I'm sorry this ruined our night," Pitch mumbled out, his head resting firmly against the back cushion of the couch. In his lap, his wife giggled.

"Don't worry, it didn't ruin the night. I'll just have to get creative," Tooth replied before getting up off of his lap. Unsure of what she was doing, Pitch just sat there. The first thing Tooth did was to turn off the TV and turn on the surround system to a pre-set playlist.

The second thing she did was to unclip her bra from underneath her blouse and pull it off before dropping it by his feet, her eyes intent on him, her lips turned up in a smirk. Pitch immediately knew what her intent was, and so settled in to watch the show.

Guess the night wasn't ruined after all, Pitch thought as he watched his wife dance for him.