CW: Addiction, Drugs, Alcoholism

"Nick!" You shook him, hard, hissing in his motionless face. "Phoenix! Phoenix wake up, for fuck sake!" Your tears weren't going to do anything. They weren't going to make him stop or bring him back to reality. Your breath shook in your throat, as the former defense attorney stayed completely still, slumped on your kitchen table. He was too heavy for you to move. The man had taken a cocktail of prescription drugs, most likely Paracetamols, Valium and Deep Sleep along with all the cheap, shitty wine he had drank. He wasn't breathing, he was pale and had been complaining of a stomach ache to you over the phone all day. Now you get in from work to this display. You prayed Trucy was in bed so she didn't have to see her father like this. Shakily dialling 911 into your mobile phone, your hand pressed firmly on his, scratching at his knuckles. As the line rang through, all you could do was mumble "WrightWrightWrightWright" under your breath. It was hard to stay composed through this. You knew he had been having a hard time with alcohol and such, but now drugs? You weren't even sure how you were going to deal with him.

That had been 3 months ago, he had been clean from both all that time.

"I'm so proud of you, you know, Nick" You chirped. He was lay on the couch, lazily watching the telly, as you draped yourself over the back of it, eyeing him up.

"So you keep saying"

"No, but I really am" Your hands found their way onto his chest, beneath his hands. He loosened his grip so your arms could smoothly drag down his torso as you bent to get closer.

"F/N, you're becoming very touchy-feely of late" Sighing contently, a smirk appeared on your face.

"I just love you. So much" He turned his head to be face to face with you. A hot flush caught you off guard, you hadn't seen eye to eye in such a long time you had actually forgotten just how beautiful the man was. Beneath the scruffy stubble and tired eyes was the man you loved more than anybody else in the world. Squeezing him so tight he fell into a fit of gasps and giggles, you pressed a kiss on his soft jet black spikes.

"I should probably get ready for work... Oh that reminds me"

Staring up at him in concern, you waited, anticipating what he was going to say. Cocking your head after a second or two of him staying silent, you were just about to open your mouth when he cut you off with a searing kiss. Tensing up, it was so unexpected you weren't even sure what to think or do. It only lasted a few seconds, but he chuckled at your surprise. Tapping the tip of your nose with his thumb, he announced he was off to get dressed for work. "I love you too"

"You won't forget the Principal is over tonight to get Trucy into school, will you?"

"I promise"