Tuesday: April 17, 2029
7:00 AM; CLINSTONE, THE AUSTEN-TAYLOR HOUSEHOLD, MASTER BEDROOM
Jensen leaned back against the headboard, Bo sitting Indian style between his legs. Bo sat quietly, busy crocheting a little Pokémon for Amber. He wasn’t well-versed enough in the Pokémon universe to know what it was, exactly, but it was yellow with pointy ears. That was, more or less, the extent of his knowledge.
Jensen ran his hands down Bo’s thighs, thumbs pressing into the tense muscles that resided there. “I know you’re going into today thinking it’s gonna suck,” he said, his voice soft. “But… you’re gonna be okay.”
“I’m going to be okay,” Bo murmured.
Jensen nodded, moving his hands down Bo’s thighs again. “You’re gonna be fine.”
“I’m going to be fine.”
“You, Mister Austen, are more than capable of handling any situation the day may throw at you.”
Bo closed his eyes briefly. “I’m more than capable of handling any situation the day may throw at me.”
Jensen dragged his fingertips up Bo’s legs before pressing his hands to his back instead. “Don’t worry about the day ahead. Don’t worry about what could happen or what might happen. Only focus on the right now. Only focus on what’s happening right now. Cross each bridge as it comes to you instead of worrying about it when it’s still ten miles away.” He dug the heels of his palms into Bo’s back. “Everything is gonna be fine.”
“Everything’s going to be fine.”
“You’re gonna be okay.”
“I’m going to be okay.”
“You’re gonna make it through the day and you’re gonna come out stronger than before,” Jensen said. “You’re gonna grow as a person today, baby. Stronger, wiser, better. You’re gonna grow as a person today, tomorrow, and the day after. Aren’t you?”
“There’s nothing to worry about,” Jensen said softly, lifting a hand to come his fingers through Bo’s hair. “You’re safe. You… feel happy. You feel good about yourself.”
Bo closed his eyes, bowing his head. “I feel good about myself,” he said slowly.
“Mmhmm. That’s right, baby.” Jensen slid his hands to Bo’s shoulders. “You have no worries. Today’s a good day. You’re happy. You’re safe. You’re carefree.” His thumbs worked gentle circles on Bo’s shoulder blades. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”
“I’m perfect just the way I am,” Bo echoed.
“That’s right, baby. So perfect,” Jensen said softly. “One more. Are you ready?” Bo nodded. “You will not let the dark thoughts control you today. You will push them aside and show them who’s really the boss.”
Bo inhaled deeply, opening his eyes as he lifted his head. “I won’t let the dark thoughts control me today. I’ll push them aside and remind them that I’m the boss.”
“That’s good,” Jensen whispered. “You’re so good, Eli. Just perfect.”
A smile tugged at one corner of Bo’s mouth as he went back to crocheting. Over the past two weeks, this had become a morning routine for the couple. It had been Jensen’s idea, and Bo had gone along with it because, well, he’d do just about anything if it meant making Jensen happy.
And now, he was more than glad that he had played into Jensen’s game without complaint. With a combination of his appointments with Gabriel, a healthy diet, daily workouts, and lit lavender candles throughout the house, Bo felt… good.
“Timothy’s watching the kids tonight,” Jensen said. Bo wasn’t sure if it was confirmation for Jensen or a reminder for himself, but he nodded anyway. “Jake’ll be here, too. Just in case.”
“We’re gonna go out for supper, just you and me.Same restaurant as last time, Eli. Steak and potatoes, then we’ve got that amazing fudge dessert thingy afterward.”
“I might even be able to eat it all this time,” Bo said.
“Mm.” Jensen leaned forward, kissing the back of Bo’s neck. “But don’t force yourself to. It’s okay if you can’t.”
“Then we’ve got out usual hotel room booked up for the night. Up to you what goes on in there.”
Bo chuckled softly. “Okay.”
“We’ve got a couple’s massage in the morning, and then we’re back at the station by noon.”
“All sounds wonderful, Jens. Just… just perfect.”
“Mm, good. You deserve perfect.” Jensen slid his hands around Bo’s torso, resting them on the blonde’s chest. “I love you, Eli.”
“I love you, too, Jens.”
Jensen kissed Bo’s shoulder, his lips turning up in a smile. “Happy fortieth, baby.”
“Always a pleasure, Eli.”
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