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Craig gently eased the door open, listening to the creak of hinges fill the room. He balanced a plate of coffee in his hands and nudged the door open with his hips.
"Good morning sweetheart." The room was lit by streaming sunlight filtering through transparent curtains, a prestine white bed smoothed of any imperfections laid pushed next to the window. His husband lay with half lidded eyes and a soft smile, his eyes roaming the room before they landed on Craigs.
Craig set the platter down on the nightstand beside the head of the bed. He watched as his husband squirmed to sit up properly, eventually giving up and settling against the pillows. Craig felt his throat constrict, watching his husband struggle with something so plain.
"How are you feeling? " He asked gently, watching for any hint that his husband had deteriorated over the night, but found nothing other than his small smile and gentle eyes with crows feet at the edges.
"Like a star." He whispered, his voice hoarse. Craig didn't reply, just carefully laid his hand on top of his husbands, intertwining their fingers together holding his honey gaze.
"I brought you some coffee." Craig half-gestured to the steaming ceramic teacup on the night stand and his husband chuckled, hand closing in on Craigs.
"You know I can't drink." His smile is so bright, so hopeful and complete, it brings a painful ache to Craigs chest and he fights against it so it doesn't suffocate him.
"I know. " Craigs thumb runs over his husbands palm absentmindedly, stroking across the little lines covering his hands and running across the sterling gold ring.
"I was wondering if you could stay the night." His sudden question made Craig quirk a brow, his husband was not fond of sharing beds since his habits included restless turning.
"Of course honey, what brought this on? " Craig leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on his husbands forehead, pulling back to meet his soft gaze and relishing in the warmth it provided.
"Nothing to worry about." He tilted his head, gaze finally breaking away from Craigs so he could stare longingly out the window. Craig felt his chest tighten and he quickly made sure it was his own dread, not a heart attack.
"Remember when we got married? " Craig nodded even though his husband couldn't see. His head slowly turned so they could lock eyes once more, and Craig could only compose himself long enough to not melt under the gaze.
"I was the happiest man alive that day." He smiled.
Wedding bells sounded their arrival, a soft piano tune carrying across the wind, whistling through the air in beautiful melodies.
Nothing prepared Craig enough for the sight of Tweek being walked down the aisle, arms locked with someone Craig paid no attention to.
He paid attention to Tweek, and only Tweek.
The music faded in his ears as Tweek met his gaze, so calm and collected. His honeyed hair combed back and his tuxedo so prestine and clean, all Craig wanted to do was leap from where he stood, pull Tweek into his arms and twirl like two silly teenagers.
His fingertips tingled as Tweek approached, Craig swallowed thickly and sweat beaded on his forehead.
Tweek was now standing in front of him, the melody of the piano dying down so the priest could utter a few words.
They locked eyes and Craig felt like he was drowning in honey, drowning in love. He roamed over every imperfection Tweek hid with makeup, he remembered each bump, mole, freckle, everything that graced his face like constellations gracing the skies.
Tweek was God given and Craig was sure of that, the priests voice died and two words tumbled from his mouth,
"I do"
Tweek beamed and the priest began again, giving Craig more time to melt under the rays of the sun, his sun shining so brightly he might as well explode under the pressure.
"I do." Once Tweek's eyes crinkled with a smile, Craig couldn't wait any longer, his hands jittery and his body felt on fire. He couldn't take it anymore,
He threw himself at Tweek, pulling him into a deep and passionate kiss. His hands came up to hold Tweek, to get closer and closer so he could finally let all of his anxieties leave, he was home.
Craig never felt more at home than near the constellation that was Tweek Tweak.
The audience cheered but Craig couldn't hear beyond the taste and feelings, pushing himself deeper and closer he just wanted to be apart of everything Tweek was. How had it gotten so bad? How had he gotten so utterly whipped for a man he met when he was fucking ten?
The answer came to him when they pulled back, staring into eachtohers eyes. He watched Tweek's eyes fill with tears, like waterfalls of pure joy, his life was pure joy with Tweek.
"You should change your last name to mine." The words escape beyond Craigs own consciousness and Tweek's eyes widen. Craig's breathing hiccups for a moment thinking of ways that could've upset Tweek,
He brushes the tears from his eyes, beams at him with such a smile it puts the largest most bright sun to shame, and says,
"You dumbass, of course." Before lunging at Craig again, pulling his lips onto his own and they're in heaven again.
Craig has never felt more alive than today.
"Me too." Craig smiles in fond reminiscence, his husband shares it softly. He's aged beautifully, Craig thinks.
"Still can't believe you got pattern baldness." His husband pouts and Craig splutters like a child before his eyes soften.
"It's from my father, what can I do? " Craig finds his husbands smile infectious and he leans into the comfort it provides them both.
"Are you sure you don't want to try to drink? " Craig asks once he's pulled a stool-like chair up to his husbands bedside, leaning closer so he can rest his head on his husband's shoulders and feel his soft honey hair tickling the back of his head.
"I'll just throw it up like always." His husband muses, a hand coming up to stroke and pet Craigs hair absentmindedly. Craig pulls himself closer, and at some point completely abandoning the stool,
His husband shuffles over and pats the empty space on the bed. Craig gratefully takes the place and pulls himself as close as he can get to his husbands frail body, resting his cheek on his collar bones and outlining them with his pointer. His husband is silent apart from the periodic wheezing, his eyes drifting to watch the floor.
"You need to get over me." Craig stops, going stiff as his hand falls into his lap. He sits up straight and meets his husbands eyes, his worry must've been showing because his husbands eyes soften a bit once meeting his.
"Over you? My sun, I could never." Craig eases his hands to wrap around his husband's thin frame, trying to pull some sense from his soft gentle, ever gentle eyes.
"You need to." His words sting, they hurt. After years, his husband had worn off the poker face from Craig's face. Craig could no longer hold a poker face longer than five seconds and he shattered, broke completely.
The dam shattered into a million pieces, his entire world collapsing in of itself. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think beyond letting the flood gates open and throwing himself into his husbands warmth, clinging like a puppy.
"I can't lose you, my sun, who will I orbit otherwise?" He choked between broken sobs and his husbands arms curled around his back, he felt them rub circles on his back.
"You're silly." His voice vibrated in his chest and Craig clung ever tighter, afraid his husband would simply slip from his fingers and vanish into thin air if he wasn't careful enough.
"Poetic, but silly." Craig pulled back to watch his Husband hush him, wiping his tears with his thumb, hum the melodies from their wedding. He felt at home.
"You can't leave me here." Craig's voice was a mess of vocal cords, as if it reverted back to his teenage years. His husband was quiet for a moment before he spoke up again.
"I'm not leaving, I'm just going away for a bit. I'll see you soon, yeah? Would you like that? " His smile forced Craig to smile too, wobbly and tear stained but a smile nonetheless.
"I can't live without you. " It's true, Craig can't imagine a word without his husband, his joy, his home. His husband is the bringer of everything he finds dear in his life. He will not confide in anything or anyone else other than his tombstone.
"Yes you can." His voice sounds so hopeful it brings Craig back to the edge of tears again, his hands shaking violently as they grip the sheets. He's not ready, he's not ready to leave sweet mornings and domestic bliss behind.
"I really can't. " The truth lacing his voice forces his husband to pause, stiffen, and sigh. His weak trembling hands pulling up to tip Craig's chin so he can gaze into his eyes.
"My love, there's nothing you can do. Life is cruel, but it's also beautiful. The last fifty or so years I've spent with you, I'd say was the best fucking years of my life." Craig pulls his hands up so they can hold hands again.
"And if I had a choice, I'd relive those years over and over again. You're the most amazing person to have ever entered my life and it's beyond me how you could've ever chosen me. But in the end, I'd really like it if you spent the night with me."
Craig sobbed into his husband's shirtfront, loud wails and broken weeps. He was so numb from crying, he couldn't feel his eyes anymore.
"You're my everything, you know that? " Craig's voice was merely above a whisper.
"My love, you think you aren't mine? " His husband's eyes crinkled with softness.
Craig nodded into his chest and heaved a deep sigh.
Craig continued the day, cleaning the floors with a dusty mop, the floor shined without a speckle of dirt. He cleaned the dishes, each rinsed thoroughly before being placed on the drying rack.
He placed dinner in the oven, set it and decked the table he knew he wasn't going to use, he just wanted it to look nice for tomorrow.
He did the laundry, fixed a broken chair they had completely forgotten to fix three years ago, it needed a new paint job and maybe a bit of chiselling around the corners. He stuffed the finished laundry in their closets, sorting them by types. He wasn't much for being tidy, but he knew his husband was.
Craig ate dinner next to his husband, watching the walls at they spoke about small things like the weather, their friends, drama, just normal things. Mundane things.
"Who drew this again? " Craig plucked the art piece from the wall and handed it to his husband who glossed over it with his thumb, nostalgia shining in his eyes.
"You did, I remember. Back during our anniversary." His husband handed back the poor crayon doodle sketched on a piece of craft paper. Craig smiled at the faint lines and hung it back on the wall with the piece of tape.
"Right. My memory is a bit fuzzy." Craig's smile lingered, his eyes roaming across the crayon colored stick men holding hands. He heard his husband attempt a chuckle that morphed into hacking and coughing.
"You of all people." He teased and Craig's smile widened.
"I need to finish some things." Craig left the door open a smidge.
He wandered the hallways of their home, a humble house. He ran his fingers across the walls and hummed, pulling alcohol from the cupboards and placing the bottles on the decked table on the white embroidery cloth.
He watched with exhausted eyes as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting everything in a soft violet haze. He felt so peaceful, so comforted when he entered his husbands room.
Craig didn't say anything, just shutting the door behind him with a soft click. He shuffled towards the bedside and slid under the covers when his husband patted the empty space.
"Sweetheart, the world cannot contain my love for you." Craig reached and pulled his husband towards him, letting him rest his head on Craig's chest warily.
"Tweek." Craig made a sound equivalent to a 'hrmp?'
"My name is Tweek my love, I'd like to hear it from you." Tweek's hands graced around Craig's frame, gently folding over his chest.
"Of course Tweek." Craig rested his chin in Tweek's hair, hearing a content and happy sigh escaping Tweek's lips. Craig felt his heart speed up when Tweek closed his eyes.
"Wait, honey. " Tweek hummed in acknowledgement, eyes half lidded. Craig maneuvered his face so they could lock eyes, and he craned his neck.
He pulled Tweek into a soft and quiet kiss, a kiss that filled the missing hole in Craig's puzzle. Warmth, he craved Tweek's warm hands circling his body, he craved the way Tweek hung his head over his chest.
"I love you. " The confession escape his throat when Tweek pulled away. Tweek smiled at Craig and placed his head back onto Craigs chest.
"I love you more." He bantered before relaxing against Craig completely.
Craig felt tears prickle his eyes once Tweek's breathing smoothed out into sleepy hiccups. He buried his nose into Tweek's hair, he wanted to hold him just a little longer.
He hadn't accept it yet, a silent 'don't go' died before it could ever leave Craig's chest.
Tomorrow, he would have to wash the dishes and cook dinner as if he hadn't just lost his own home.