stephanie nashton does it all (forthem) wrote in rooms,
eddie/steph - bathtime.
[Stephanie was so glad to have Eddie home. She knew things weren't completely fixed, but there were enough patches. Enough band-aids to have her husband back where she could crawl into his arms and feel safe again. It was hard, with her insecurities and guilt, to actually open up, but he punched a hole in that wall. She would have to crumble it herself, but she was going to do it. She knew now with him by her side, she could do it eventually. And so, she wept about loss and things they never had while her fingers dug desperately into his arms. Face buried in his chest like she was holding onto the only thing that was real in this world anymore. Maybe he was to her.
When Eddie knocked on her office's door (which was already ajar) in the middle of the night, she was working on the floor on those blueprints of clinics, scribbling on the paper with updates on supplies situations and which workers/volunteers she could possibly bring into her own. The clinic was an easy thing to focus on, just like the golden retriever mutt laying at her side was easy to focus on. Her family with Eddie? The one she couldn't provide? Yeah, that just caused so much guilt still. And she was glad Eddie knew that. That it wasn't going to be fixed overnight. Nothing with them ever was.
She turned to look over her shoulder to see him standing in the doorway, and she smiled softly at him. And then it clicked.] Wait, what? [Scrambling up to her feet, she scared Flounder who jumped up to go sniff at Eddie's toes.] Really? It's fucking done?