Chapter 3
A week turned into a month. A month turned into three. He'd given up on trying to find her. He couldn't contact her. She was completely off the radar. He had gone from worried to angry to pissed off to sad and then back to pissed off and then back to worried.
There was a knock at his door. She stood there waiting. He took his headphones off in time to hear the knock again. He begrudgingly got off the floor of their bedroom and hurried downstairs. He yanked the door open.
"Yeah?"
She turned back at the sound of his voice. He rushed out the house grabbing her pulling into him. He lifted her off the ground hugging her tight. She hugged him back as best as she could. He was mumbling and kissing her skin anywhere he could.
He put her feet back on the ground, wiped away her tears, "Are you okay?"
She smiled and shook her head, gripping his wrist as he cupped her face, "I had to try."
"You could've stayed."
"I was in a facility."
He frowned.
"Doctor's orders."
He kissed her and a whole new wave of tears came, "I'm so sorry, Tommy. I didn't know how to tell you. I didn't want you to think I was batshit or be embarrassed of me."
He shook his head, taking her hand as they walked into their house. Xander almost knocked her over.
"We've missed you. And I would never be embarrassed about you needing help for this."
"I was embarrassed though. I did all of this to be told I just need uppers basically."
He chuckled despite himself, "Don't call them that."
She shrugged.
"Are they helping?" They were still holding hands, standing in the kitchen together.
"I honestly can't tell."
"When did you get out?"
She looked at the clock on the microwave, "An hour ago."
He squeezed her hand.
"For good?"
"Unless they order me back. I'm free and clear."
"You scared the fuck out of me, you know that?"
"I didn't mean to. I didn't know how to tell you. Any of it. That it was getting bad again. That I wanted to really just give up because I was so fucking tired of being tired. Tired of being a burden on you when all you did was love me and try to get me through. I just-"
He cut her off kissing her.
"I love you, Brennan. Through the good and the bad. I'm ready for it. That's why I asked you to be my wife. We're a team, babygirl. You know if you need me, you've got me. No matter what."
She wiped away her tears.
"And if you're scared to talk, leave me a note."
She chuckled, "Yeah? You gonna reply?"
"Of course. I won't always know what to say, but I can show you way better than I can tell you."
"I always have liked action."
He pulled her in, kissing the top of her head, "Speaking of action, our bed has been-"
"Say no more." She smirked as she took his hand and pulled him to their bedroom.