Troye couldn't sleep at all. Being out of the hospital should have helped him he figured, but he wasn't in the hospital with his babies. Of course he couldn't see them at night anyway, but when nurses would come in he'd ask for updates on them if he was awake. His babies were at least within his reach, but at home they were nearly twenty minutes away.
His chest ached at the thought. He was awake at 3am, only having been sleeping for about four hours. Jacob slept like a rock beside him, despite promising to be up if Troye was up. The Dom needed his sleep, Troye knew just how tired the man was. Rather than lying in bed and sniffling, Troye carefully got up and made his way downstairs so he wouldn't wake Jacob. His incision still ached and tugged painfully, especially when he stood straight.
His hands were always pressed there anyway in longing for the skin to still be firm and stretched, missing the little nudges he would feel from time to time. His poor Little Fuzzies were no longer apart of him, they were somewhere he couldn't care for them, and he hated it. He sat in the living room where Jacob had placed the pump, and he tried to pump at least a full bottle to take with him when they went to the hospital. It gave him something, made him feel like he was caring for his babies even when he wasn't there to physically do so. But around 6am he ended up dozing off on the couch only to be woken up thirty minutes later by the weight of a thick blanket being tucked around him. His eyes flashed open, and he was met with a slightly more rested looking Jacob.
The Dom gave Troye a worried look, "Why weren't you in bed?" "Couldn't sleep... I had two bottles that were half full, do you know where they went?" Troye's eyes scanned the coffee table. "I put them in the fridge," Jacob replied. "How long were you up?" Troye shrugged weakly. If Jacob knew the truth he might make Troye go back to bed, but if Troye avoided the subject he could avoid lying and they could go see their babies. "I'm not sure. Can we go see the babies?" Troye asked hopefully.
Jacob nodded, hesitantly sitting beside Troye and leaning in for a kiss. Troye turned his head to allow Jacob to kiss his cheek, but he hadn't yet brushed his teeth so he didn't want to kiss Jacob with morning breath. It made the Dom look a little upset, so Troye gave him a quick, closed mouth peck on the lips. A hand grabbed his own, and Jacob's voice was strained as he asked, "W-Where's your ring?" "On the nightstand," Troye replied. "I must have forgotten to put it back on after you helped me shower last night. I didn't want soap residue on it..."
"I'll get it for you," Jacob mumbled. "Go in the kitchen and see if Leonard is in yet. That's the cook by the way. Inform him that we need breakfast, I don't really care what so I'll let you choose." "Yes sir," Troye responded. "Call me Jacob," Jacob insisted. "You're allowed to call me Jacob now." Which in all honesty Troye did love. Calling Jacob by his real name made Troye feel like he was showing Jacob just how much he loved him. One of the biggest things that kept Troye grounded was Jacob. His Dom and his husband. If Troye had to go through his babies being in the hospital alone he would have shattered to pieces, he was sure of it.
But Jacob kept things together, Jacob made Troye feel like things could be okay. The Dom helped Troye up off the couch so Troye could go speak to Leonard, and then Jacob slipped quietly off and up the steps to retrieve Troye's ring. Troye hardly ever took it off anyway, he'd worn it nearly his entire hospital visit, but just like with his collar he would take it off so that it didn't get damaged, and then he'd put it right back on again. He loved both of them, symbols that he belonged to Jacob and that Jacob belonged to him.
He requested that Leonard make them some simple oatmeal because he knew it was fast and easy to make, and that they'd be able to eat quickly and head straight to the hospital to see their babies. Tommy was seated at the dining table as Troye came back out of the kitchen, and the blonde lad gave him a sleepy smile. "Morning, Troye." "Good morning," Troye said softly, carefully sliding into a chair across from Tommy. His hands rubbed his tired eyes, and Tommy gave a hum of empathy. "You look exhausted... where's Jacob, is he still sleeping? That's not like him." Troye shrugged weakly,
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Fanfiction"No, please! Come to breakfast, I-" "Pardon me?" Jacob began sternly. "What was that you just said? Did you say no?" Not mine !!!!
