Tiny little drabble … TINY. Rate G for gooey sweetness
Adam rolled over in their bed, hand thrown out to embrace the man that should be laying next to him, but wasn’t. Rubbing his hand across his face, he listened for a moment to see if he could hear where his husband was at in the apartment. Straining, he could hear Kurt singing. Sighing, Adam got up and padded out of their bedroom in search of his insomniac husband.
He found Kurt standing at the balcony looking out at the night sky. He was softly singing “My Girl”, his eyes teary.
“Kurt”, Adam whispered. Kurt turned to his voice wiping a spilled tear off of his cheek.
“What are you doing up?” Kurt said, softly, stepping forward and pulling Adam into a warm embrace.
“I was cold and I rolled over to find my bed warmer, and you weren’t there.” Adam, said, teasing his husband.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep.” Kurt said, laying his head on Adam’s shoulder, imperceptibly still humming the song he’d been singing.
“Kurt. She won’t be gone long you know”, Adam said as he combed his fingers through Kurt’s hair.
“I know Adam. But, she is … she is my little girl” Kurt sniffled a little, snuggling into Adam’s chest. “Our little girl” he repeated, not having left Adam out on purpose.
“Baby, I know, but you weren’t going to be able to keep her here forever.” Adam said, leading his husband back to their bed.
“I know. But, she might need me and I won’t be there.” Kurt said, his voice small in the large space.
“Honey, please stop worrying. Annie will be fine.” Adam said, as he lay back in their bed, patting the mattress beside him.
“Easy for you to say, it’s not your family that’s kidnapped our 3 year old child and taken her back to god-forsaken Lima.” Kurt huffed, as he plopped back down on the bed.
Adam laughed at Kurt’s furrowed brow. “Kurt, you are really going to begrudge your own father wanting to spend time with his granddaughter.”
Kurt sighed,looking defeated, “No, no. I know they are spoiling her rotten and love her to death. But I swear if Finn sends her home with any type of jersey or plaid, there will be hell to pay.”