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“Be safe!” Robby smiles, giving you a soft kiss before you step out of the car. The two of you watch Jack kiss Samira’s knuckles and let her walk towards the bar with a lovesick smile.
“That man is gone.” You snort softly.
“He loves Mohan. He won’t shut up about her. Can’t wait to get an earful of it during the game tonight.
“The two of you got lucky like that.” You smile, nuzzling his nose.
“We sure did, didn’t we?” He lifts your engagement ring to his lips.
“I love you.” You say softly, rolling your eyes and grinning as the girls call you over.
“I love you more!” He calls out as you walk over. “Especially in gold!”
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The Penguins game was in full swing, a cold beer in Robby’s right hand, Jack sitting beside him on the couch. “I’m telling you, Samira is a fucking godsend. Have you read any of her publications? She’s a genius… and she’s gorgeous.”
“I don’t even talk about my own fiancé this much.”
“After your first date, you talked about her for almost a full hour. You didn’t even care about the Steelers game! Do you know how hard it is for you not care about the Steelers? And did you forget about how you dragged me through an entire day of ring shopping?”
“She wanted topaz!” Robby laughs, nudging Jack’s side. “And for all we know, if you ever pop the–”
“When, not if.” Jack clarifies with a smile.
“Sure, when you pop the question to Mohan, you’re gonna drag me around for days.”
“She already deserves hours of ring shopping.”
“You are so head over heels for that girl. Rach would love her, Jack.”
“I know she would.” Jack smiles, toying with the wedding ring on the chain with his dogtags. Robby's attention is diverted from the game as his phone buzzes, a picture of the two of you on vacation lighting up his screen.
“Speak of the devil.” He smiles, answering the phone, “Hey, baby! You ok?”
“Robby… Don’t… don’t get mad. And definitely don’t tell Jack…” You slur with a giggle, making Robby sit up in alert and put the phone on speaker.
“Are you ok? What’s going on?”
“Mohan is fine, but we uh… had a little spat at the bar…”
“A spat? What does that mean?”
“There was this… group of guys… they uh… wouldn’t leave us alone… one of them got his hands on Mohan–”
“Robby, let’s go,” Jack grumbles, standing up as Robby mirrors his actions.
“Is Samira ok?” Robby rests his phone between his cheek and shoulder, pulling his jacket it on.
“She’s fine! A little shaken, but that’s my fault.” You giggle drunkenly.
“Your fault?”
“Remember that self-defense course?”
“Baby…”
“I rocked this guy's shit, Robby!” You giggle happily. “I kinda scared Samira… kicked his ass.”
“Uh… alright. Jack and I are on the way, ok? Are you safe?”
“Very safe.”
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Jack pushes into the bar first, passing the EMTs and wrapping Samria up in a tight hug. “You ok?” Samira nods with a gentle smile, giving Jack a soft kiss.
“He… definitely got what he deserved.” She glances over, watching Robby look you over.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Robby fuses, cupping your face and looking you over.
“I needed to protect Samira!” You slur, a dizzy smile on your face.
“Your nose is bleeding, and your knuckles are completely busted.” You look down at your hands, spacing your fingers out with a wince, the shot of pain breaking through your fuzziness.
“Oh no, Robby… my ring!” You sob out loudly, looking at the blood coating the metal. You stumble into his hold and cry into his shoulder.
“It can be cleaned… what matters is that you’re ok… and that you kicked that guy's eyes. He can hear Jack instructing the paramedic to tell Shen, “that asshole needs some… special treatment. Tell John that Jack said that,” making Robby shake his head with a smile.
“Abbot! Let’s get our girls home and get them cleaned up.” The other man nods, pulling Samira into another tight hug, petting her hair, and kissing her forehead.
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Robby gently wipes the blood from your upper lip, smiling at your hazy expression. “Did you at least have fun?”
“Lots of fun! So much dancing… dancing, dancing, dancing…” You giggle, “Did my ring get cleaned?”
“It’s sitting in the ring cleaner right now, sweetheart.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips. “I hope you know I’m proud of you.”
“Really?”
“Very. I’m proud of you for protecting Samira and kicking ass while doing so.” He kisses you softly, making you smile.
“I want to go check on Mira…”
“She’s on the couch, baby.” Robby kisses your temple before letting you go. You stumble slowly to the couch, throwing your arms around Samira.
“I am so sick of boys, Mira!” You huff, making her giggle.
“Me too…”
“You two are aware you’re both with boys,” Jack states from the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest.
“No… I said we’re sick of boys… not men. Mira and I are with two spectacular men.” You giggle, Mira softly agreeing and tossing a fleeting glance at Jack. Robby scoffs and rolls his eyes with a smile.
“You two need some sleep. C’mon sweethearts. Mira, we’re staying here, alright? Need a shower?” She nods, standing and stumbling happily into Jack’s arms.
“Don’t ruin those guest room sheets!” Robby calls after the couple, making you giggle happily.