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TK and Carlos are among the last to see Marjan. They’re not allowed to stay long because it’s late and visiting hours are technically over, but they get to see her for a few moments, which helps bring down both of their anxieties. They had both been worried when she hadn’t shown up for the welcome home party. Carlos knew that TK always was dealing with extra feelings of anxiety and worry because it hasn’t been that long since Carlos went missing.
Now that they’ve seen her, confirmed that she was okay, and had a short conversation with her, it’s time to head home. Carlos mostly makes that decision because TK is so tired he’s swaying on his feet and yawning adorably now that he doesn’t have the anxiety of worry to keep him on edge.
Carlos wraps his arm around his fiance’s waist and leads him to the car. He helps him in and makes sure he’s buckled before getting into the car with him. Carlos leans over and kisses TK’s cheek before he starts the car and starts to drive them in the direction of their home.
On the way, he makes a quick stop at the cronut place to get some for them to share in the morning. He gets a few other pastries too for them to share and snack on throughout the day - they both have it off and Carlos fully intends on taking advantage of it.
He puts the sweet treats in the back of the car and gets in again, glancing at TK and chuckling when he sees that TK is sleeping soundly, soft snores filling the silence between them. He takes a moment to just stare at him, still a little disbelieving that someone like TK wants to spend the rest of his life with Carlos.
Carlos shakes his head with a soft smile and turns the car back on and drives the rest of the way home. TK’s none the wiser that they’ve stopped, still sleeping in the passenger side peacefully and Carlos likes that. He likes that TK feels safe enough with him to always let his guard down - a difference from when they first got together and everything put TK on edge and made him want to run.
When they get to the loft, Carlos parks the car and reaches over, running his thumb over TK’s cheek.
“Baby, we’re home,” he says softly. It takes a few more moments before TK’s eyes flutter open and Carlos is treated to seeing his beautiful green eyes. “Come on, let’s get inside and we can crawl into bed and cuddle.”
TK nods, yawning and rubbing his eyes. Carlos climbs out of the car and grabs the pastries from the back before rounding the car and grabbing TK’s hand so he can keep him close as they walk up to their home.
“What’s that?” TK asks, voice thick with sleep, and gestures to the box in Carlos’ hand.
“I stopped and got us cronuts to share in the morning,” Carlos says. “I wanted more after the ones that Tommy brought us. They’re so good.”
TK nods, “They are.”
They’re quiet on their way up to the loft. Carlos unlocks the door and holds it open so that TK can walk in first. They both take their shoes off, Carlos tosses their keys into the bowl that’s on the table by the door before he takes the box of pastries into the kitchen to set on the counter. He takes a few moments to water the plates that are scattered about before he makes his way to their bedroom.
He shrugs his jacket off and puts it on its hanger and hangs it back in the closet before going to the bathroom where TK is already there, sleepily brushing his teeth. Carlos steps behind him, placing his hands on his hips, and hooks his chin onto his shoulder.
“When did we become so domestic?” Carlos asks, meeting TK’s sleepy gaze in the mirror.
TK gives him a toothpaste smile before rinsing his mouth out. He wipes his mouth and turns in Carlos’ arms, wrapping his own around Carlos’ neck.
“When you tamed my wild ways,” TK says.
Carlos rolls his eyes playfully, “Have I tamed your wild ways? You’re still pretty wild babe.”
“Not as much as I was before.”
Carlos laughs softly and leans down, pressing a soft kiss to TK’s lips. They smile against each other’s lips, enjoying the taste of each other. The kiss stays soft, not leading anywhere - they’re both too tired for that - but the soft moment is needed after so many weeks of unpleasant tension and problems around every corner.
“You taste like cronuts,” TK says after he pulls away. “It’s yummy.”
Carlos hums as he grabs his own toothpaste and brush. “You can have more cronut-flavored kisses tomorrow.”
“Looking forward to it,” TK says with a soft yawn before he disappears from the bathroom.
Carlos brushes his teeth, taking his time even though he wants the task to be done and over with so that he can crawl into bed with TK. After a few minutes, he rinses his mouth out and turns off the light of the bathroom, and makes his way to their bed. TK’s already laid out, on his stomach, hand curled into the sheets of Carlos’ side of the bed, and asleep.
Carlos looks at him fondly before he climbs in, lifting TK’s hand so that he can snuggle into the space between them. He pulls TK close, wraps his arms around him and sighs contently.
Life might be rough for them right now, with things happening every time they catch a break, but Carlos doesn’t want a thing to change because each night he gets to have TK in his arms and wake up to him every morning. No matter what gets thrown at them, they have each other and that’s more than Carlos ever thought he would have.