maggie roberts

anonymous asked:

Could you write them maybe taking Maggie on a walk and she runs away or they can't find her. And Aaron is really distraught and worried because she's still a little baby, and he's become really attached. Sorry i live for the angst :)

Robert was about a mile outside Emmerdale when his phone rang, Aaron’s caller ID flashing on his screen. He was so excited to get home, to see Aaron, and Liv after a few days away in Manchester, and so he eagerly answered, wanting to hear his husbands voice (even if he was ten minutes from home.)

“Hiya,” Robert began, the words barely out of his mouth before Aaron was ranting, worry evident in his voice.

Robert, it’s Maggie, I think she got out of the house when I wasn’t looking, and I can’t find her,” Aaron said, the words slurring together in his panic. “I can’t find her, Robert! What if somethings happened to her? She’s just a little puppy!”

“Hey, hey, take a breath, yeah?” Robert flicked on his indicator, turning down the country lane that would take him to Emmerdale, keeping an eye out for a mischievous golden retriever as he drove.

Maggie had developed quite the personality, in the few months they’d had her, always getting in where she shouldn’t, so it wasn’t much of a surprise to him that she’d decided to go and adventure out into the big bad world as soon as she’d spotted an open door.

What if she gets knocked down? Or someone takes her?” Aaron was in a fully fledged panic now, his breathing uneven. “I’ve got Liv out looking in the village, but I can’t - I can’t find her.

“I’ll be home in a minute, and I’ll help you look, okay? Just, deep breaths, Aaron,” Robert couldn’t help but be worried at the panic in Aaron’s voice. “She’s a puppy, she’s going to get up to all sorts.”

“She’s a baby Robert!”

Robert realised now wasn’t the time to argue the point. “I’m just turning into the village, I’m nearly home,” he said, the Mill in his eye-line now.

Aaron didn’t say a word, hanging up the phonecall.

As Robert turned into their driveway, he spotted a ball of golden fur in the middle of the hedge, rolling his eyes. She’s only gone and gone herself stuck, hadn’t she? Parking his car, Robert took the keys out of the ignition, easing himself out of the drivers seat.

“Maggie!” he called, the golden ball of fur wiggling it’s bum in response. “Maggie, come here girl.”

Robert crouched down, a hand on Maggie’s back as he eased her out of the hedge. She’d found the little hole in their garden hedge during her first month living with them, but she’d clearly gotten too big to fit through now.

“It’s alright,” Robert said, bundling her into his arms. Maggie gave an excited yap, clearly unfazed by her time spent stuck in the hedge, paws scrambling at Robert’s blazer. “You gave Aaron a right scare, you did,” he said, walking down the path to their wide open front door. “Aaron?”

Aaron was in the doorway like a shot, his eyes widening as he noticed Maggie in Robert’s arms. ‘You found her!”

Robert nodded, passing her over to Aaron, who buried his face in Maggie’s fur instantly, only giving Robert half a second to take in his red rimmed eyes, the worry and upset evident on his face.

“Aaron, I can’t find her -“ Liv barrelled through the door, her own forehead creased with worry.

“I found her,” Robert said, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Hey, you fancy going over to the pub to get some lunch off Vic? Tell her I sent ya over.”

Liv seemed to understand the look he was giving her, nodding. “I was going to go and see Gabby anyway,” she said, hands shoved deep in the pockets of a hoodie he’d bought her for Christmas.

Robert gave her a grateful smile, guiding Aaron inside, his husband too focused on Maggie to fight him on it. He made his way to the kitchen, flicking the kettle on before he turned to talk to Aaron.

“Aaron,” he began, voice quiet. “Aaron, talk to me.”

“I was just worried about her,” Aaron scratched behind Maggie’s ears, grinning as the dog licked his chin.

“She’s a dog, Aaron, she’s going to get out of the house sometimes,” Robert said, moving so he was sitting on the edge of the armchair, watching his husband carefully. “We live in a village where literally nobody locks their doors - Aaron, we barely close ours in the summer time. She’s going to get out, and you can’t panic like this every time,” he nudged.

Aaron didn’t say anything for a second, setting a restless Maggie down on the floor, her paws clinking against the wooden floor as she headed for her pile of toys in the corner, annoying squeaks filling the otherwise quiet living room. “She helps,” he murmured, eyes on Maggie as she messed with the plastic pig.

“She was supposed to,” Robert nodded. “But she’s still a dog, Aaron, and she’s a mischievous one at that. I’m surprised it’s taken her this long to go on an adventure.”

Aaron looked up at him, tears glistening in his eyes. “You’ve been away so much recently, and I’ve missed you,” he admitted. “I know - I know this expansion is important for Home James, and I’m really proud of ya, but I don’t like being here alone.”

“Aaron -“

“Don’t, Robert,” Aaron stood up, wiping roughly at his eyes. “Don’t say what I think you’re going to say.”

“That I think you need to go back to counselling?”

Aaron let out a shaky sigh. “I thought having Maggie would make it easier, and it does, I just - I don’t know whats wrong with me lately,” he admitted, hunched in on himself.

Robert hated to see him like this, upset and upset with himself, as though Aaron had done something wrong by struggling without his counselling. “She did say that it might have been a better idea for you to keep up a session or two a month,” he pointed out, Aaron rocking on his heels as he listened.

“I’m supposed to be okay now,” Aaron said, tears pouring down his cheeks.

“You are, Aaron,” Robert stood up, arms around Aaron instantly. “God, you’ve done so much over the past few years Aaron, you’re so strong, and I am so proud of you. It doesn’t make you weak, or anything, to still need counselling,” he squeezed Aaron’s waist, giving him a sincere smile.

“I just miss you when you’re not here, I guess,” Aaron said, his gaze flickering downward. “You’ve always made the nightmares stop,” he admitted, arms wrapping around Robert’s middle. “So does Maggie.”

At the sound of her name, Maggie came scuttling over, bumping her nose against Aaron’s ankle.

“She’s obsessed with you,” Robert teased, pressing a kiss to the corner of Aaron’s mouth before he pulled him in for a tight hug, holding him close. “Tell you what, I’m going to make you a cup of tea, and you’re going to talk to me properly, about all this.”

“I can’t really make sense of it all myself,” Aaron admitted, chin digging into Robert’s shoulder. “It’s not like I have much of a reason to not be okay anymore, everything is so good with us right now,” he mumbled tiredly.

Robert hugged him a little tighter, smiling as he noticed Maggie making herself at home on Aaron’s foot. It was strange, how knowing Aaron had a dog around him made Robert feel a little less worried about him, but Maggie was a protective little thing.

It was probably why Robert had fallen so instantly in love with her, that day he had gone to see the puppies with Paddy.

“Well,” Robert pressed a kiss to the side of Aaron’s head. “We’ll try and figure it out together then, won’t we?”

anonymous asked:

something fluffy where Robert gets Aaron a dog/puppy and Aaron gets a bit teary because he loves it so much

It’s Aaron’s counsellor who first suggests a dog. It’s coming up on the second anniversary of Gordon’s death, and Aaron’s panic attacks are at the worst Robert has ever seen them. He brings a bone tired Aaron to counselling on the Tuesday afternoon (not wanting him to drive, not after three nights in a row of no sleep) and when Aaron asks Robert in for the last five minutes (it happened sometimes, Aaron not wanting to have to explain something twice, or feeling like he needed Robert there for a few minutes as the session was wrapping up) when Miriam suggested it, pointed that there was certain breeds of dogs that were great for people with mental health issues.

Aaron had shrugged the suggestion off in the car, pointing out they were too busy to have a dog, they both had full time jobs, two businesses between them, Liv to keep an eye on.

A puppy wasn’t going to fit with their hectic lives, Aaron had said, half asleep against the car window, but Robert didn’t want to let the issue drop, not once he went online and he’d read article after article about how certain types of dogs were fantastic for people with mental health issues, that they could ease panic attacks and help with all sorts.

He’d gone to Paddy about it, three weeks after the counselling appointment. Paddy had raised an eyebrow when Robert had appeared in the doorway of the surgery, their relationship frosty at best, even now, so many months and years on from their first wedding.

Paddy had thawed (a bit) when Robert explained why he was there, explained that he wanted to get Aaron a dog. Paddy had even told him a few stories about Clyde, smiling as he remembered how attached Aaron had been to the dog.

They’d sat down for a full half an hour, going through every suggestion of a breed Robert had bookmarked on his phone until they’d decided on a golden retriever. They had a good temperament, apparently, and Paddy had given an instant nod of approval when he’d looked at the article Robert showed him.

He’d promised faithfully that he would find a dog for them, and Robert had gone back to their house and pulled Aaron in for a cuddle, holding him close as he struggled to sleep again, every inch of him exhausted as they sat in front of the telly, a holiday program playing quietly in the background.

The noise helped, sometimes, the familiarity of it all, when Aaron couldn’t sleep.

Robert had almost given up hope of Paddy actually finding them a dog, when his father-in-law had texted, saying one of his clients had a golden retriever who’d recently had puppies and was looking to sell.

Robert had fallen in love with the tiny yellow puppy the moment he’d seen it, the energetic little dog scrambling unsteadily on it’s feet, toothless mouth nipping at Robert’s ankles as he’d bent down to give it a rub.

“What do you think?” Paddy had asked, wringing his hands as he waited for Robert’s reaction.

Robert had simply grinned in reply, scooping the excited puppy up in his arms, the baby golden retriever wriggling in his arms, licking tiny little licks across Robert’s chin, and cheek. “I think he’s going to love her.”

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anonymous asked:

I know you have a lot on your plate but I would love for more of maggie sugden. Maybe Robert doesn’t find her so cute when he discoverers she has chewed his fav shirt.

Robert didn’t mind dogs, he really didn’t. He’d never had anything against them, and since he’d bought Maggie for Aaron, he’d found a whole new appreciation for dogs, the excitable golden retriever doing wonders for Aaron’s mental health.

He’d even grown to love Maggie a lot himself, her temperament as good and as kind as every article he’d read about golden retrievers online had implied, the puppy happy to curl up on Robert’s lap in the evenings when they’d watch telly.

(Robert would let the three times she’d peed on his lap slide.)

But he couldn’t let this one slide.

“AARON!” Robert yelled at the top of his voice, the familiar sound of his husband taking the stairs two at a time filling the house.

“Whats wrong? Whats happened?” Aaron asked, panic evident in his voice.

“I thought we agreed we weren’t going to let Maggie upstairs,” Robert said, trying not to start a full blown argument with his husband. “And that you were going to keep our bedroom door closed in case she got up here without us knowing.”

Aaron had crouched down to scratch Maggie behind the ears now, a grin fixed in place on his face as he messed with her. “I must have forgot, sorry,” he said, not sounding the slightest bit sorry at all.

Robert forced himself to count to ten in his head before he spoke. “She’s chewed through my tie, Aaron,” he said, waving the now ruined (and every expensive) tie at his husband. “I’ve got a meeting in Leeds in a half an hour! I’m going to have to change my whole outfit now!”

Aaron rolled his eyes, scooping Maggie into his arms. She was going on six months old now, so much bigger than she had been that first day Robert had brought her home, Aaron still more than able to carry her around like she was a baby, cradled in his arms.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” he snorted, rocking Maggie in his arms. “Just wear the navy tie.”

“The navy tie doesn’t go.”

“Yes it does,” Aaron reassured, waving one of Maggie’s paws at Robert. “Anyway, she’s sorry, aren’t you girl?”

Maggie barked in response.

“I think you love that dog more than you love me sometimes,” Robert grumbled, tossing the tie covered in dog saliva onto Aaron’s pillow, rooting out the navy one Aaron was talking about.

Aaron grinned, nuzzling his face against Maggie’s fur. “You’re right, I do love her more. She’s a better cuddler than you are!”