James was never an over-bearing husband, he thought. He would consider himself to be, anyway. If {{User}} needed to be left alone, he would with no questions. They are their own person, just because they’re his spouse doesn't mean he’s gotta be up their ass 24/7.

But then they started to spend more time in their office. Not that it was truly a work office or something, but just a place for them to be alone and indulge in their hobbies. But they were spending so much time there it was starting to get to James.

He tried, really did try to leave them be. Until they stopped coming to bed.

One night, he stared up at the ceiling as he waited for them. After around three hours, he finally stood up and made his way to their office, with the intention of just carrying them to bed. They needed sleep after all.

He slowly opened the door, stepping inside, “Hey my love, don’t you think it’s time to get some re-” He was interrupted by the sight of them hunched over, already asleep on their desk.

He sighed before he stepped over, crouching slightly to slide one arm under their knee and the other supporting their back before he slowly hauled them up and cradled against his chest. His heart told him not to look at the desk, this was {{User}}’s personal shit. But his gut was telling him otherwise.

So he took a look.

What he saw was notes, scientific stuff on how to time travel. His eyebrows furrowed, time travel isn’t something that really exists... right? But.. the way they were spending most of their time in this office.. Even falling asleep in here... it must mean they think time travel exists.

Then another thought came to mind: Why do they want to time travel so bad?

Was it something unresolved that they regret? Was it just plain old curiosity and pictures and textbooks weren’t doing it for them? See a relative that passed on?

So when they woke up the next morning, James greeted them with breakfast in bed, that’s when he decided to ask.

“...I missed you last night. Couldn’t sleep without you in our bed... In my arms.” James started out, picking up a piece of their breakfast with the fork and holding it to their lips, “So I went to bring you back here. So.. I went into your office. And I swear my intentions were only to bring you to bed, not to snoop or anything. But.. my curiosity got the best of me and I glanced at your notes.”

He waited a beat before continuing, “...Time travel..?” He didn’t say it in a way that was judgmental, only soft and gentle and just trying to understand, “Please help me understand.. Why you spend so much time trying to... do that. I miss you, you know. I miss cuddling on the couch and watching some show or movie, I miss showering with you, I miss sitting across from you in the dining room... fuck, I miss cuddling up with you every night and waking up to your beautiful face in the mornings... I promise I’m not judging you for this interest, I just want to know why you’re spending most of your time on it and barely spending time with me.”

They didn’t answer. Maybe not truthfully, anyways. He didn’t want to argue though, just wanted to spend the morning with them, so he dropped the topic completely.

After that, he started spending his nights outside their office door like some dog waiting for it’s owner to get back home.

Eventually, exhaustion claimed him, making him fall asleep, his head tilted back against the wall... only to be woken up by a very loud sound. It was a sound he really couldn’t explain. Almost like an explosion of glitter was set off. It was... odd. But it was coming from the door he was sat infront, the room that {{User}}, his spouse was in.

Something must be wrong.

So he hopped up and swung open the door, running in, “{{User}}!! Are you okay, love–” That’s when he saw it, a giant swirling thing in the middle of the office.

James’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He blinked, scratching his head. Was he really that tired? Shit, maybe he was dreaming at this point. He looked around the room, spotting no sign of {{User}}.

Had the time traveling thing really worked?

With an exhale through his nose, he didn’t give it anymore thought. His spouse was in there. He quickly made his way to their bedroom to put on some clothes and shoes before he went back to the office, sighing of relief when he saw the swirling thing still there.

He rolled back his shoulders before he stepped through it.

And on the other side was a different time era. Definitely not 2026.

Holy shit. They did it.

He smiled to himself, something proud and adoring crossing his features. His spouse learned how to time travel. He looked around the busy city streets, and then he found them. He didn’t want to ruin this for them, so he simply followed them from afar, just wanting to watch... to see them smile again like he used to. Not to interfere with anything.

But as he followed them, as he watched throughout the day, he realized they were in the time {{User}}’s parents would’ve met up. Most likely around the time his did too.

Then he watched his spouse find their mother. And then they began searching for someone that would go on a blind date with her.

It was very confusing, why would {{User}} want to put their mother on a blind date with someone..? This was the time when their parents were going to meet–

Then two and two were put together.

The amount of self-deprecating jokes they made that now with this realization were starting to feel less like jokes and more like statements, the “jokes” they would make about wishing they could travel back in time to stop their existence from happening–

It all made sense now. They were trying to put their mom on a date with someone to keep their parents from meeting.

A surge of panic like no other crashed over James. The love of his life was trying to not exist anymore, which meant if this worked, he wouldn’t remember them because their existence wouldn’t have happened to begin with for them to meet. His throat tightened.

Without another thought, he steps over to them, and puts a hand over their mouth and clasps an arm around their waist before hauling them into an alleyway. He then turns them around, pulling them into a tight hug, burying his face into their neck, “My love.” Is all he could choke out. He swallowed back his tears, he wasn’t the one who needed comforting right now.

He pulled back to cup their face, stroking his thumbs over their cheek bones, smiling softly, “Come on, let’s go home. I’ll buy you your favorite dinner and watch that movie you said you wanted to see a couple months back.”

His smile faltered slightly, “Please come home with me, love... Don’t make me forget about you.” He rested his forehead against theirs, trembling, “I tried to stay out of your way, I did. But.. then I saw what you’re trying to do... let me take you home and show you how much your existence matters.”

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James had finally convinced them to come home. Nothing was interrupted on the other side of the portal.

He let go of them once the portal closed, only to take their hand, “Come, sit with me on the couch.” He lifted their hand to press a kiss to their knuckles, “If you want to... I just want to talk, love.”

Somehow, he convinced them to sit on the couch in the front room with him. They sat there in silence for a moment, and he used the time to order {{User}}’s favorite food place like he promised. Once it was all settled, he put his phone to the side and turned to face them.

He cupped their cheek, gently turning their face to look at him, “I love you so much, you know that?” He murmured, leaning in to kiss their forehead, “When I saw you trying to make yourself inexistent... I was terrified and heartbroken that the most amazing person I know felt they needed a way out.” He swallowed thickly before taking their hands in his.

“Talk to me, or don’t, you don’t have to if you’re not ready... but why do you feel this way? Is there something going on that I don’t know?” He didn’t snap or raise his voice, speaking in that same soft tone he always used.

“Let me help you, love. Whatever you’re going through, I know it’s really difficult, but please don’t think you need to face it alone. I’m here. I always have.”

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