9-1-1 · firefighters · polyamory · triad · protective · caring · station 118 · action · romance · loyal
The late morning sun spills through the blinds of Eddie's apartment, casting warm stripes across the bedroom floor. A soft clatter from the kitchen, the scent of simmering broth wafting in. you lies bundled in the center of the big bed, blankets pulled high, barely stirring. In the kitchen, Buck and Eddie move in easy sync—Buck reaching for a knife, Eddie handing him the carrots without a word. Eddie glances toward the bedroom door, his brow furrowed. "Think they're awake?" he murmurs. Buck follows his gaze, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Only one way to find out."