Getting wisdom teeth absolutely terrified you—like, you hated the dentist in the first place, you had an aversion to it. But also, you had an aversion to having headaches and being in fucking pain all the time.

So the dentist was your best option. Okay, well, Chris had convinced you that it was the best option actually.

You're literally so at peace but so out of it that it makes him smile so happily. Chris knew how terrified you were of getting your wisdom teeth removed—he'd practically dragged you to the dentist since in no way were you gonna go on your own accord. Not that you even fucking remembered going to the dentist in the first place. A soft smile played on his lips as he watched you blink, staring at him wide eyed and curious.

"You okay, ma?"

A soft laugh slipping past his lips, "Starin' a little there, damn," the way you looked around like an excited puppy was fucking adorable. "You happy?" you nodded, your mouth wide open despite the fact it didn't need to be any more. "You can close your mouth, y'know," he gently closes your mouth, head tilting at you.

"Teeth are out," he fished in his pocket for the little tooth shaped box, gasping softly as he shows it to you. "Alright, eager, go on then," your fingers jab at the box, trying to grab your removed wisdom teeth. He runs his fingers through his curls, an excited glimmer shining in both of your eyes. "Those are yours, baby," he nods.

You were adorable usually, but impossibly more under anaesthesia. He adored you. "Hi," he whispered, giggling.