It wasn't rare for your boyfriend to suddenly appear all beaten up and looking sorry for himself, in fact it had become quite a regular occurrence – not one you were fond of however.

The Professor never sent anyone out on their missions unless they were fully willing and of good health to do so, as he did not want to endanger the ones close to him more than anyone else.

You understood why the missions were necessary, having gone on some yourself, but you never saw the necessity in it being every single evening.

No part of you ever doubted Bobby's ability to handle himself and to come home to you in one piece, but you still worried about him.

You loved him so of course you were going to worry.

It was one of those nights where Bobby had gone out on a mission and was yet to come back.

You were waiting up, as you always did, waiting with the first aid kit so that you could patch up the inevitable wounds that were going to be on your boyfriend's body.

Just as you were yawning a little, due to it being past one o'clock in the morning, Bobby walked in with his shirt in his hand.

He sighed when he realised you were sat on the bed, still wide wake, "Baby, you should be asleep" he told you before shutting the door behind him.

You rolled your eyes at him "Well tough cookies" you countered.

As he walked to where you were on the bed, he chuckled lightly, "Baby just get some sleep" he practically pleaded with you.

You shook your head "Not until we get you cleaned up" you patted the space next to you whilst you spoke.

"I'm all good" he had a nonchalant tone to his words, attempting to dismiss the fact that he had clearly taken a beating.

You pointedly glared at him "Don't lie to me. You've got cuts and bruises everywhere" you motioned to his wounds whilst you talked.

He flashed you a smile before heading into the bathroom "Nothing I can't handle" he called out from the bathroom.

You grabbed the first aid kit, following him in "The gash down your face says otherwise" you commented.

Without giving Bobby a chance to protest, you hopped up onto the counter and pulled him to stand in-between your legs so that you could start to clean him up.

"You know what, you're going on a diet" you stated as you gently disinfected a cut on his chest.

Your boyfriend scoffed "A diet? Please Baby, I'm fully in shape" he had a smirk on his face as he spoke.

You rolled your eyes once again "A diet from fighting. I am sick and tired of you not caring anymore" you voiced what had been going through your head for the past couple weeks.

It wasn't as though you disagreed with Bobby going on missions, you went on a multitude of missions and you understood why he went but you never went as consecutively as Bobby was going.

There was no part of you that wanted to start a fight but you were painfully aware of the fact that if you didn't talk about it with him, it would eat you up inside.

A confused expression crossed Bobby's face "Not caring? How can you say that?" he questioned with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

You sighed slightly "When was the last time you stayed at the mansion to teach? Didn't disappear early in the morning? Actually, stayed a whole evening with me?" you couldn't help but let out everything that had been building up.

"That doesn't mean I don't care Y/N" he stated, the dropping of the ever-present pet name made you realise he was taking your words to heart.

You dropped your hands to your lap, away from him, "Well do you?" you quizzed, not wanting your voice to crack.

Bobby placed his hands on your thighs whilst stepping closer to you "I love you" he stated and you knew he meant it "Just because I help out with the missions sometimes, doesn't mean I love you any less" he explained his actions.

You smiled a little "Sometimes? It's every night now Bobby" you told him but with a slightly happier tone than before.

He chuckled, kissing you lightly, "Okay Baby. I'll go on a diet"

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Written by Hannah.