sorry to bitch and moan but henren’s story is so important to see for me and every wlw person out there. it makes me believe that i can have that one day. the wife, the house, the family, the friendships, the love! even despite the hatred and uncertainties. lesbians deserve to have stories to watch
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there was something going on
7x06 coda
Eddie’s never seen Chimney this happy.
His brain nearly killed him from the inside out, and still, Eddie’s never seen Chimney this happy.
The chaos of the impromptu wedding is slowly dying down, most of the guests drifting away with quiet well-wishes and goodbyes. The Buckleys have phone calls to make, Bobby and Athena have dinner plans with May. Tommy makes a valiant effort to stay awake, until Buck kisses him to a host of catcalls and sends him home to sleep off the fire. Everyone has somewhere to be, until it’s just Hen and Karen, Buck, and Eddie left crowded around the newlyweds.
A nurse pokes her head into the room like she has something to say about visiting hours, but she beats a hasty retreat when she’s met with five identical glares—
From everyone except Chimney, who’s gazing up at Maddie like he still can’t quite believe this woman is chasing nurses away on his behalf. That she’s married to him.
And Eddie kind of gets it, because if someone looked at him the way Maddie is looking at Chimney right now, he’s not sure he’d believe it either.
He wonders if it was ever like that with Shannon, back in the very beginning. It’s been so long now that it all blurs together, their early days in high school and the long nights awake with a crying Christopher, grainy long-distance video calls from Afghanistan and the letter she left on his bedside table. He doesn’t remember what was real, and what’s been tainted by the memory of what came after.
He doesn’t remember if she ever looked at him like that, or if he did.
He’d overheard the Buckleys in the hallway, earlier, grumbling about how they didn’t understand the need to have the wedding right away. How it was such a waste of Maddie’s beautiful dress to drag it along hospital corridors, for no one except the few people who can fit in the hallway around the room to even see it.
Eddie wonders if they understood when they saw their daughter’s face as the rings slid on.
Because no one who knows Maddie and Chimney could fail to understand if they saw them now, looking at each other like there’s no one else in the room. No one else on the entire planet but for the two of them, hand in hand, wedding rings and pulse ox leads and IVs all tangled together.
It was never about the wedding. It was never about the venue or the catering or even Maddie’s incredible dress. All of that is just set dressing.
This is what it’s about: Maddie and Chimney, tucked side by side into Chimney’s narrow hospital bed, and a promise to stay with each other. To choose each other, day after day, every day from now on.
Eddie can understand why they didn’t want to wait. If he had someone he wanted to promise himself to like that—
The thought knocks at the edges of his mind and invites itself inside, and it takes him by surprise. If he had someone he wanted to promise himself to. As if he hadn’t just asked Marisol to move in.
And asked her to move right back out again, which—might be part of the problem.
It’s only been a few months, he tries to tell himself. It’s normal not to know yet, surely.
Only he’s losing track of the number of times he’s told himself this very thing. He’s losing count of how often he looks at the people around them and wonders, is that what it’s meant to be like? Bobby and Athena, Hen and Karen, Maddie and Chimney—hell, even Buck and Tommy, and he’s only known about that one for a handful of weeks. But he can’t stop thinking about the giddy way Buck grinned right before slipping out to meet Tommy in the lobby, about the soft shade of pink along the tips of his cheekbones.
Would he have felt that way, getting a text that Marisol was waiting in the lobby?
And Eddie knows not every marriage is some grand storybook romance. He knows that it’s enough, for some people, to find someone they like well enough and settle down into a life of partnership.
He knows he could do that. He could be that to someone—the dependable partner, the teammate, a unit to go through life with. He could probably do it with Marisol, if he thought she was interested. He’s assumed, up until now, that that’s how his life would go.
But he sits in Chimney’s hospital room and watches Hen lean into Karen, unconscious, the way a flower turns towards the sun, and he watches Karen’s hand find Hen’s without ever interrupting the story she’s in the middle of telling. He watches them both relax, infinitesimally, at the comfort of each other’s contact, and he realises—
That isn’t how he wants his life to go.
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Do you, Howard, take Maddie to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, keeping unto her for as long as you both shall live? I do. And do you, Maddie, take Howard to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, keeping unto him for as long as you both shall live? I do.
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something about chimneys first ever storyline being him proposing to his girlfriend, her saying no, and then leaving him while he's in the hospital after a traumatic brain injury. and now he's in the hospital again with another brain condition, but this time he gets to re-propose to and marry the love of his life, who doesn't want to wait until he's out of the hospital to be married to him either
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