True Love Gave to Me

Day 18 Christmas Past

Series Title: True Love Gave to Me

Chapter Title: Day 18 - Christmas Past

Character: Denny Duquette

TV: Grey's Anatomy

Warnings: None. Fluff

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Denny leaned against the door frame, his hands in his pockets as he watched Y/N move around the bedroom.

He smiled as she crawled on the bed trying to get the corners of the sheets to stay put. He would have helped her, but the view was just too good to pass up.

Christmas was just around the corner and Y/N had been buzzing around the house, getting it ready for some family that was staying the weekend.

The smile faded from Denny's lips as he thought he'd never see any of that family again.

He thought back to last December and how he was practically bed ridden and just a down right, ornery old bastard.

Izzie had done all she could to try and cheer him up, but he just didn't have it in him.

Then Y/N came in. She was calm, she was quiet, but Denny was aggravated. He took it out on her, his words harsh.

"Why are you even here!?"

She sat next to him, staring at the bracelet that he had gotten her for her birthday just a few weeks earlier.

"I want to go home. I want to go home yesterday."

She looked up at him, sadness in her eyes, "I know-"

"How could you possibly know!?" Denny shut down after that.

He didn't speak and had even banned any visitors from seeing him, including Y/N.

"Denny!"

He snapped back to reality. Y/N stood at the head of the bed, holding the comfortor in her hands.

"I'm sorry," he said, solemnly.

Her brows furrowed, "What are you sorry for?"

Denny pushed off of the door frame and walked around the bed to Y/N. His hands rested on her neck, his thumbs tracing her jaw line.

"Last Christmas..."

Her brows smoothed out, "Oh De-"

"Hear me out. I never apologized for what I said and how I treated you." He swallowed the lump forming in his throat.

"You didn't deserve that..."

Y/N gripped his elbows, "Denny, Honey; none of that matters."

His lip quivered, "Please... I'm sorry."

He needed her to know that he meant it.

A small smile pulled at her lips, "You're forgiven."

Denny sighed, feeling as if the last weight from the whole heart ordeal had been lifted from his shoulders.

He leaned down, capturing her lips. Gently and slowly he kissed her, holding her body tightly to his.

Y/N put her arms around his shoulders as  Denny lifted her up and placed her on the bed.

She whined slightly, making him pull back, "What?"

She mock glared at him, "You are so helping me make this bed,"

Denny laughed, resting his head on her breast.