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Goodnight, Godbless

Charlie watched Smithy flit around the room, her head barely visible above the extra heavy duvet he'd insisted on buying, sighing softly to herself. She'd been home from hospital 5 days and had been confined to bed by Smithy, barely allowed to do a thing for herself.

"Drink?" Smithy asked, appearing beside her.

"I can walk…" She snapped out of pure frustration, watching him.

"I know…" Smithy sighed and lay beside her ontop of the duvet. "I was just asking." He kissed her cheek, opening his arms for her.

Charlie snuggled closer and rested her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around him. "I'm sorry…" she sighed. "I didn't mean it."

"It's alright…" Smithy lifted his head and kissed her tenderly. "I'd be as pissed off as you if I was stuck in bed all day too."

"We should go out…" Charlie tried hopefully, gently tracing the back of his hand with her finger.

"In a few days when you're stronger." Smithy nodded, smiling at her. "I'll book a-"

"In a few days?" Charlie snapped before she could stop herself. "In a few days I'll still be kept here with nothing but these four walls to stare at!"

"Charlie…" Smithy sighed. "You need to rest after the operation, it's not even been a week yet!"

"I don't need mollycoddling!" Charlie pushed herself up, sighing as she clutched his hand tighter. "I don't need to think about ou…" She trailed off and swallowed. "What happened."

"I know…" Smithy leant closer and gently pressed a kiss against her lips. "We can still do stuff here though."

"Like watch tv and play cards?" Charlie tilted her head. "There's only so many times I can beat you at Monopoly, Dale."

"We could get a DVD, a takeaway…" Smithy shrugged. "Who wouldn't want to spend the night in my arms?"

"We do that every night!" Charlie tugged her hair from sheer frustration. "Dale, I need a change…" she gently brushed her thumb against his lip. "I can't stay here, not like this."

"Well then." Smithy kissed her thumb and tilted his head to look up at her. "Why don't I go pick us up some stuff, and you can help me cook?"

Charlie tilted her head and smiled a little. "…Promise?"

"Promise." Smithy held his hand up in a scout like pose. "And then you let me ravish you."

"Oh I don't know about that…" Charlie tilted her head. "I don't know if I'm well enough for a ravish."

"It works both ways you know." Smithy winked and kissed her forehead, heading through to the shower.

"I tried to work." Charlie scowled sullenly, sighing as she looked up at Smithy's distinctly unimpressed expression.

"You know what the doctor said…"

"Yeah yeah." She yawned and shrugged. "Couldn't concentrate anyway."

Smithy chuckled and pulled one of the bags over, sitting beside her. "Let's see what we can do about that then." He said, opening the bag, he pulled out a newspaper. "The Times!"

"…The Times?" Charlie raised an eyebrow, "Am I fifty?"

"It's so you know what you've been missing in the world." Smithy smirked.

"…Gee. You shouldn't have." Charlie deadpanned.

"A women's magazine!" Smithy dipped inside the bag, passing it over. "For all…woman type things." He said, grimacing.

Charlie chuckled and kissed his cheek, "Such a sweetheart."

Smithy just smirked and wriggled his eyebrow. "And before you get too excited…" he brandished a third magazine. "FHM!"

"…And such a romantic." Charlie rolled her eyes, picking at the other things in the bag. "Chocolate?" She grinned, pulling the bar of Dairy Milk out.

"I never said it was for you!"

"You value your testicles?"

"…It's for you!" He grinned and kissed her cheek, carrying the other bags to the kitchen, unloading them. "And, wait for it…" Smithy paused and tipped the final carrier onto the work surface. "We shall be cooking spaghetti bolognaise, with an authentic tomato sauce …thing." He reached out; stopping one of the tomato's rolling onto the floor. "An old Smith recipe passed on from generation to generation."

"Your family aren't Italian." Charlie smirked.

"I had a great, great, great grandmother whose maiden name was Nardonie…" Smithy grinned and wriggled an eyebrow. "That must count for something."

"For you being a lying bastard." Charlie chuckled and wrapped her arms around his neck, laughing for the first time in a week. "I love you, Smithy." She smiled. "Thank you…"