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A/N: This was inspired by the Wedding Wishes video on YouTube.
"So, where have you been so late?" Candy asked, finding Trubel in the kitchen. "Here, let me help you." She took over the pan of bacon Trubel was attempting to fry.
"Out with Nick and Monroe," she replied.
"Problems?"
Trubel shook her head. "Trying to help me learn to fight like Nick. You know, without resorting to cutting everyone's head off. I really don't like that part. Monroe was teaching me how to track someone at night. That dude is scary when he's, you know…, um,"
"Woged?" Candy supplied.
"Yeah, that."
"He is, which is weird because it's such a contrast to his usual personality," Candy agreed.
"He kept saying, it's just me, it's just me," Trubel laughed. "You want a sandwich?" She was setting out bread, lettuce, and tomatoes. "I'm starved. We didn't stop for supper."
"Nah."
"How was the date?"
"Good, I guess. Really exciting. We ate dinner and he watched me write a term paper," she said.
"That sounds..,"
"Boring," Candy laughed.
"I was going to say nice," Trubel said. "But since you said it…, is he coming over tomorrow?"
She shook her head. "I'm going over to his place. He wants me to stay over."
"No annoying roommate to lock herself out and ruin the mood," she smiled.
Candy shrugged. "He had to leave anyway."
"Okay, like I know he can't just see you like I can, but like, if you got really mad or excited, would he be able to see you without you wanting him to?" Trubel asked.
"It's possible, but I would have to be like, burn the place down mad," Candy said, turning off the stove and sitting down at the table. "I could lose control, but in general, he'll never be able to see me unless I want him to, even if he knew like Hank or Juliette."
"Will you ever tell him? I mean, it's got to be hard not to," Trubel said.
"At some point, I'll either have to tell him or leave him," Candy confessed.
"Bummer. Are you going to stay over?"
Candy shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe. Just be prepared to be on your own if you lock yourself out again."
"If he doesn't stay over here and you don't stay over there, are you two, you know...?" Trubel asked.
"Not that it's any of your business, but no," Candy blushed.
"Really?"
Candy nodded. "But the not staying over has nothing to do with that."
"Then what is it?"
"It's about not rushing into things. I mean, no one in my family has been made very happy by rushing a relationship. Dee's been married twice already. One guy smacked her around and the other had a family in another state, like wife, kids, and the whole nine yards. Freddie, well, I don't remember Freddie ever having a serious relationship, though he did have one boyfriend I just loved, but Freddie didn't want to get clean at the time, so he left. Rosalee, well, I'm not going down the litany of boyfriends she's had, but needless to say, Monroe is a sigh of relief for all of us. And our parents, they were awesome parents but as a couple, they sucked. But this must seem like first world problems to you."
"Nah. I like hearing that 'normal' families weren't so normal," Trubel said with a grin. "But just because their relationships sucked doesn't mean yours will. I mean, you're happy together, he doesn't smack you around, and I think if he had another family, Nick would have told you by now."
"Yeah, well, there is always the wesen/kehrsheite thing," Candy said.
The early morning sun woke Candy as she reached across the sheets for Drew, only finding a note in his place.
"Called into the station
For a few hours. Didn't want
To wake you.
I'll be back as
Soon as I can slip
Away.
~Drew"
Candy read the note once more before putting it on the night stand. They were supposed to go out to Multnomah Falls and go hiking. Oh well, murder and mayhem took precedent over kissing by a waterfall she guessed. She got out of bed and slipped into her jeans before padding into the kitchen.
"Hello, Baby." She picked up Drew's cat up off the counter, scratching her between the ears before setting her on the floor. "Did our guy feed you before he left?"
At the word 'feed' Baby's ears perked up and she started meowing pitifully.
"Okay, I'll feed you," she said. She watched as the cat scarfed down the can of food, then rub up against her legs, as if saying thanks before running off to one of her hiding places.
After a text announced that he thought he would be home around noon, Candy decided to cook for lunch. She was surprised that his cabinets contained actual food. Most of the single guys she knew lived off of frozen pizzas and beer.
She had just finished setting the table when he came in looking tired.
"You cooked?" he asked with a smile.
She nodded. "I thought you might be hungry, it's just spaghetti. I hope that's okay."
"Let's see," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the back of her neck. "The beautiful girl I woke up next to didn't get mad that I basically abandoned our plans, waited for me to come back, and cook for me while she waited. Yes, that's definitely okay. Now, if she'll stay and have lunch with me, it'll be perfect."
She turned in his embrace to face him. "Well, I was just asking about the spaghetti, but the other stuff was nice too." She kissed him. "And I supposed I could stay," she grinned.
After the meal was over and they had cleared the dishes away, Drew caught her hand, pulling her towards the bedroom, "Come take a nap with me."
She laughed and shook her head. "If I go in there with you, you won't get much sleep."
"That would be okay too," he smirked. "Come on. I'll be a good boy."
"Sure you will." She let him lead her.
As she lay curled in his arms, he kissed the back of her neck again and said, "I love you." Then pulled her even closer to him.
Candy's heart pounded in her chest as she bit back the words on her lips and pretended to be asleep. She couldn't say it. She couldn't give hope where it was hopeless. She couldn't tell him she loved him when she knew loving her was just going to hurt him in the end. When his arms went slack and his breath evened out, she kissed his hand.
"I love you, too." Then slid out of bed.
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