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His hollow bones left full of lead. He turned the key in the lock and leaned on the door to open it, entering into a dark entryway. He closed the door behind him and then closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. His shoulders fell as he took in the pleasure of finally being home.
He placed his keys in the bowl on the side table, shed his jacket, and slid off his shoes.
God, the last few weeks had been hell. He knew going back to work after the baby would be difficult, but he had underestimated just how much had piled up in his absence.
Not wanting to wake anyone, Hawks didn't bother to turn on the light, instead maneuvering through the apartment with his sharp eyesight and thin moonlight.
He placed his jacket on the table, knowing Touya would complain to him tomorrow.
Touya... Hawks felt guilty for leaving him home with the baby, but the other man had insisted he'd taken enough time off and that he could handle taking care of her.
A small pile of dishes and the baby's feeding tray were haphazardly placed next to the sink. With a heavy heart, hawks felt the need to clean them. It was the least he could do for his hardworking husband. A plate on the counter caught his eye, a piece of paper placed under it.
He examined it, a plate of grilled chicken breast and a side of mixed veggies. Hawks stomach let out a pathetic rumble at the food.
He glanced over the card, instantly smiling.
'Better eat this chicken, chicken,' and next to the words Touya had drawn a little 🐥.
His chest felt warm as he placed the cold food in the microwave. With the help of some feathers, he easily blew thorough cleaning, drying, and putting away the dishes as the soft hum of the microwave filled the silent room.
When his food was done, he ate standing at the counter. He was afraid he'd fall asleep if he sat down. He was practically falling asleep standing up, eyes half-closed as he savored the most chicken and season veggies.
When done hawks had let his eye drift closed completely.
He used his feathers to rinse the dish and place it in the washer. He shuffled across the apartment, relying on muscle memory and praying he didn't run into any stray toys. Finally, he made it to the bedroom and slipped off his clothes, not bothering to put them away he carefully crawled into bed beside the lump of blankets taking up the entire left side of the bed.
Touya's white hair was the only part of him peeking out of the mass of sheets.
He settled into the foam mattress and sent a moment admiring how his husband's hair sparkled silver in the moonlight.
Finally, head to pillow hawks allowed himself to drift off…
A loud cry cut through the silence. Hawks startled awake to the sound. A hand pressed against his chest, pressing him into the mattress.
"Nope, I've got this." Even rough with sleep Touya's voice was like a bell.
The man extracted his thin limbs from his blanket cocoon. Hawks opened his mouth to argue but one look from those deep blue eyes, with a swirl of turquoise, shut him up.
"You've worked all day and look terrible," Touya said.
"Damn, love you too." He said, indigent.
Touya rolled his eyes and fully got up. He shuffled off the bed before turning back to look at hawks. With his signature smirk, he lightly kissed Hawks forehead. "Just sleep birdy, I'll be back in a minute, besides if she sees you she'll never go down." He walked away and hawks held him a chuckle as he pulled out a little wedgie on his way out of the room.
Hawks settled back down, eyes closing at the lullaby Touya had started to sing to the baby. His last thought before losing consciousness was how thankful he was for his little family.