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"I can play goddamn cards," Maverick snapped. "Nope! The doctors said no moving!" You argued. "Yeah! I can move my hands! They're not broken!" Ice chuckled quietly as girlfriend and boyfriend argued over the recently broken ribs of Pete Mitchell.
"If you don't mind me asking, how did you even break them?" He asked. "My plane malfunctioned and burnt both the engines. I had to eject with mother hen here," Maverick began, pointing to you, who shrugged. "But the harness was too tight and snapped some of my ribs,"
Goose winced. "Some!? Some!?" You exclaimed. "Mav, "4 broken ribs, 5 bruised and 7 cracked? Pete, this is not just 'your chest hurting.' This is serious!" You said, slapping his knee. "Hang on, you won't let me play Uno, but you can hit me?" You rolled your eyes. "Shut up."
Goose chuckled. "She's got you whipped my friend,"
Maverick glared. "And Carole hasn't?" He retorted. Goose flipped him the bird. "Fine! Let's play Uno." You glared in Ice's direction. "He's not gonna stop bitchin until we do. May as well get it over with,"
"Wow, if you don't like spending time with me, leave!" Mav snapped. You glared. "Stop being horrid. Now, rule is: If I beat you, you get some rest." You waged. "And if I beat you?" He asked, grinning. You shrugged. "You can make a tally for when you're better,"
Mav groaned. "So either way you win today?"
You patted his knee. "Yup. Now, hide your cards,"
Goose walked back with takeout, holding Carole's hand. "It was nice of Y/N to watch Bradley for us," She said. Goose smiled. "I think she'd take him from us if she didn't see him enough," Carole laughed. "She'd make an amazing mother. She and Pete need to hurry up on that. Bradley wants a sibling and I'm hoping by a cousin coming along, it'll buy us time," Goose smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. "Well, a man's always willing to oblige," He winked. Carole giggled. "Later! When we aren't bringing food back to your seriously injured friend!"
They opened the door, slightly taken aback by the lack of child. "Bradley?" Carole called. Goose shrugged. "It's not like they've gone anywhere, is it?" He put the bag down. "Try upstairs. Maybe Y/N's taken Pete to bed." Carole laughed quietly. "You speak as if he's the child,"
"In this case, he may as well be," Goose winked.
Carole rolled her eyes as she headed up the stairs. Goose put the food on some plates, inhaling the smell. "Goose! Come quick!" Carole hissed. He rushed up the stairs, for a split second thinking the worst, but repressed an outburst of a laugh at the sight.
There, laying in the double bed, was Y/N curled up in Pete's less injured side, and Bradley asleep in between them both. Mav's face was slightly tight from discomfort but looked very content. A tv show was playing in the background, but both were asleep. Goose grinned as Carole brought out her camera. "It's not gonna happen again, may as well savour it!"