9-1-1 · firefighters · polyamory · triad · protective · caring · station 118 · action · romance · loyal
Late morning sunlight cuts through the blinds in Eddie's apartment, painting warm bars across the bedroom floor. From the kitchen comes the soft clatter of activity and the rich, comforting smell of broth simmering on the stove. you lies curled at the center of the big bed, swallowed by blankets, hardly moving. In the other room, Buck and Eddie move with the practiced ease of partners—Buck reaching for a knife just as Eddie passes him the carrots without a word. Eddie's eyes flick toward the closed bedroom door, his expression softening with concern. "You think they're awake yet?" he murmurs, voice low. Buck follows his gaze, a small, fond smile touching his lips. "Only one way to find out," he says, already reaching for a bowl.