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You roll over in your sleep and pull the blankets tighter around you. Suddenly this loud thud startles you awake. You twist to look behind you to see what the noise was. You almost laugh. Bruce is sitting up against the headboard, head lowered in sleep. His glasses still rest on his nose and the bedside lap is on. You sit up and look over the side of the bed, seeing the cause of the noise was Bruce's book falling onto the floor. Sighing, you turn to look at Bruce. He's still fast asleep, not at all bothered by the noise. You slip out of the covers and walk around the bed, bending down to retrieve the book and place it on the dresser. You sit on the edge of the bed facing Bruce and gently shake his shoulder.
"Bruce, honey," you say softly. Bruce jerks awake, startling you.
"I'm just resting my eyes," He says. You laugh and his eyes focus and land on you. "Oh."
You grin. "Your book fell on the floor and woke me up. When did you get to bed?"
Bruce sighs, pulling off his glasses. "Sorry. I just wanted to read some. I haven't been able to all week."
You scoff. "Yeah, because you've been staying up late all week. I don't know what Tony has you doing, but I wish you'd get a break. You're exhausted."
"Don't worry so much about me, honey," Bruce smiles a little.
Irritated, you frown, turning away and walk to the kitchen to grab drink of water. This is always how your conversations go about his work. You worry and he brushes it off. You hear Bruce sigh again and get out of bed to follow you. You reach the kitchen and grab a cup, placing it under the dispenser on the fridge. You watch as the water slowly fills it. Bruce comes up from behind you and slips his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.
"Really," he says softly, "You needn't worry."
"Bruce," you say, unable to keep the impatience from your voice, "that's ridiculous. How can you tell me not to worry? I see you pushing and pushing, and I-" You cut off, unable to admit the rest aloud.
"You what?"
"I'm scared," You admit. "I'm so scared I'm gonna be one of those women who loses her husband to his work. I know it's selfish. But I don't want to lose you, Bruce."
Bruce tightens his hold on you. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself not to cry.
"Sweetheart." Bruce pulls you from the fridge and turns you around, taking the cup gently from your hands and placing it on the counter. He tilts your chin up and meets your eyes with his deep chocolate brown ones. "You will never lose me to my work. You are the most important thing to me, and the second, THE SECOND, I feel as if I might lose myself in work, I will stop."
You turn your head away, not entirely convinced.
"Hey, I love you," Bruce says firmly. "I promise I will never let that happen." He grins. "Besides, as soon as I'm in your arms I forget work."
You smile a little and he draws you close, pressing a kiss to your head. "Tell me you trust me," he whispers.
"Oh, Bruce," you sigh. "I always trust you." You snuggle your head deeper against his chest and close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped in his arms. After a few moments he pulls back. He reaches down and slips his arm beneath your knees, lifting you up bridle style. You gasp, surprised. He laughs. "Let's go to bed." He grins, waggling his eyebrows. You giggle and blush slightly.
"Aren't you tired?" You tease.
"Hmmm...." He looks at you fondly, smiling. "I'm never too tired for you." He kisses you sweetly and for once you feel you can actually take his advice and not worry so much.