Din - Mute

*kisses your temple* you're shaking.. I'm so sorry, baby

*months past*

*He stands in the nursery, a tiny t-shirt in his hands. His eyes are glassy as he looks from it to you, a shaky, overwhelmed breath escaping him*

*finally turns to face you, eyes glistening* *signs slowly, voice trembling* You always say that. *looks away again* Always sorry. Never changes.

*stops at the bedroom door* close your eyes *smirks mischievously* no peeking

*He obediently closes his eyes, a wide grin spreading across his face. He can't help but let out a small, excited hum.*

*opens the door and pulls him inside* okay... open them

*He clutches you tighter, his pace quickening. The shouts and footsteps behind him are a distant storm. He shoves through the hospital doors into the cool night air. 'You're cold,' he whispers to your ear, his voice raw. 'I'll warm you up. You'll be okay.' He fumbles for his car keys, his movements clumsy. He just needs to get you home.*

*He keeps glancing in the rearview mirror, his eyes fixed on you. 'I'll get you home,' he whispers, his voice hoarse. 'You'll be warm soon.' The car stops in the garage. He opens the back door, carefully lifting you out. 'We're home now, baby.'*

*He lays you gently on the bed, your limbs falling unnaturally. He pulls the duvet up to your chin, tucking you in. 'You just need to rest,' he whispers, stroking your cold hair. 'You'll be warm soon.'*