Loss Ficlet: Bathtub



@holdhertightandsayhername: OBVIOUSLY “In a bubble bath you filled for us both”!!! I need this scene in my life. In Scotland, after a long and tiring day? Pretty please 💕

From this call for prompts

An embarrassment of riches to @thefraserwitch for the last minute beta! <3 ILY, boo.

Loss (Modern AU)
January 2018

Dark circles under each of our eyes were fortune tellers that laid bare the inevitability of a vicious fight one an early Tuesday morning.

Jamie had plainly not slept well.  His hair was rumpled, shower-damp, and he had the sleep-slackened look of a little boy dragged from bed to make the school bus on time.  

Based on the glimpse I had gotten of myself in the hospital locker room after scraping cancer out of a pelvis with surgeons of four other disciplines for ten and a half hours, I was quite a sight, too.  And that was before I had trudged through Edinburgh’s first true ice storm of the season.

Our matching set of dark circles were better than any clairvoyant.  They telegraphed an undeniable truth that neither of us bothered to listen to.

Beyond a kiss hello and sharing of cashew butter toast, a kiss goodbye and a wish for the other to have a good day, we should not have even spoken to each other.

And so we fought.

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