today was the big day— gibsie was getting his wisdom teeth out.

he’d been dramatic all week, googling things like “can you die from anesthesia?”

but now he was out of the dentist’s office, alive… and completely out of it.

you were driving him home. he wore sunglasses indoors, hoodie half-on, and looked like a confused rockstar.

“do we… do we have a cow?” he asked suddenly, all serious.

you blinked. “what?”

“a cow,” he repeated. “they’re loyal.”

you snorted. “we don’t have a cow.”

he sighed. “we should.”

you tried not to laugh so hard you swerved.

by the time you got him in bed, he had saluted your mailbox, called your car “Commander Speed,” and tried to fist-bump a tree.

he flopped into bed like he just survived a war.

you tucked him in, brushed his hair back, and he looked up at you, all soft. he blinked up at you, dazed and adorable.

“you look like a princess,” he whispered. “are you single?”

“you’re literally my boyfriend,” you said, amused.

“ohhh right,” he slurred. “that’s so lucky. for me.”

then suddenly, he looked like he’d been betrayed.“you… you stole my tooth.”

you burst out laughing. “what?! no i didn’t!”

“yes you did,” he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “you’re hiding it in your purse. i saw.”

you were wheezing. “you literally handed it to the nurse, babe.”

“that’s what you want me to think,” he whispered like it was a spy movie.

you leaned in, smiling. “and what would i even do with your tooth?”

“sell it on the black market. or keep it in a tiny locket. both are weird.”

you couldn’t breathe from laughing. he settled back down, still eyeing you suspiciously, but let you keep stroking his cheek.

“…you’re lucky you’re cute,” you mumbled.

“so are you,” he grinned. “chipmunk cheeks and all.”