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What is love to Eddie Diaz?

Summary:

I think the title says it all but this fic is a list describing what love is to Eddie.

Notes:

Hi! I'm Mar and this is my first fic, so please be kind. I wanted to add that English is not my first language so there might be spelling or grammar mistakes. If you think I should add any other tags just let me know. Thanks to Ebrie for the support I wouldn't have posted it without your encouragement.

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Love is getting lost in the most beautiful and sparkling blue eyes,a color so rich it feels like they hold the entire sky.

Love is the flutter of butterflies he feels every time Buck smiles at him, a beacon of joy that seems to be just for him.

Love is spending endless hours listening to Buck talk with childlike excitement about every tiny facts he is passionate about.

Love is holding Buck close on their couch, his warm weight a comfort, as his back presses against his chest, their breaths syncing in a quiet rhythm that soothes the soul.

Love is leaving feather-light kisses on the cutest birthmark on his skin, only to be rewarded with Buck’s dimpled grin and a soft, heartfelt“I love you".

Love is threading gentle fingers through the soft strawberry blonde curls, feeling the silky strands slide through his hands messing it up, and watching as Buck’s pout melts as he slowly kisses him.

Love is the comforting heat that blooms under every caress Buck leaves behind, a trail of warmth that lingers long after is gone.

Love is working side by side with the person who understands him best, the unspoken promise in every glance that they’ll always have each other’s backs

Love is tenderly cleaning Buck’s wounds after a tough call, his heart heavy with worry, then taking him home to remind him he’s safe, cherished, and never alone.

Love is tasting every dish Buck puts his heart into, laughing together when something doesn’t quite work, and enjoying it when it does.

Love is watching Buck play with Chris, his laughter filling the room as he carefully matches Chris’s energy, ensuring every moment is filled with joy and care.

Love is curling up in bed, whispering“Que descanses, mi amor” against Buck’s ear, the words a quiet promise of peace, and pulling him close as the world fades away.

Love is waking up to Buck’s soft smile and sleepy voice murmuring“Good morning, sweetheart”the sunlight catching in his soft, messy curls, and replying“Buen día, mi sol” knowing that the love of his life is going to be right next to him every single day.