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Physically, Buck was ready to accept a baby into his home. Mentally? He wasn’t sure. He knew he wanted this, wanted her. He had always wanted a baby, a family, but now it was actually happening, the legal documents signed, sealed, delivered, he worried that he wasn’t up to it.
Panic raised as a lump in his throat, but as if he could read his thoughts, Eddie placed a hand on his leg. “This is good Buck, it's great!” it was such a simple sentence, but Eddie’s sureness was enough to dampen the panic, their eyes met and Buck grinned at him in response.
“You think so?” he couldn’t help but ask.
“You found her, isn’t that like a sign from the universe?” Eddie knocked their knees together.
“You don’t believe in signs from the universe.” Buck shot back.
“You do,” Eddie said softly, his gaze unwavering, “and I believe in you.”
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Buck finds a baby, Eddie finds himself.
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But standing before him, was without question, the hottest man he had ever met and, if the lime slice Shannon threw at his head was anything to go by, he had been staring for far too long.
“Hi,” he blurted, the lime doing its job at pulling him back out of his thoughts.
“Hey,” the guy grinned crookedly and leaned against the bar, curly hair flopping across his forehead in a way that threatened Eddie’s mind to bluescreen again.
“Hello!” Shannon chimed in with an evil grin, pointedly ignoring Eddie’s glare, elbow on the bartop, head resting on her palm.
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In which Buck is a firefighter and Eddie is the worst bartender the world has ever seen
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He should be appreciating it more, he knew he should be, it was the last time they would all be together before he left for New York in the morning. He hummed quietly to himself as he thought of the study abroad year he was leaving for and felt the panic rise in his chest.
Combeferre barely registered the sound of the window sliding open before Grantaire’s soft “Hey,” alerted him to the painter’s presence.
“Hi,” Combeferre smiled tightly as he raised his gaze, watching as Grantaire pulled a cigarette from a pack and raised it to his lips, the click of the lighter and the traffic below the only sounds between them.