Intentions ~ SapnapxReader

Is This Forever?

~Y/n POV~

I was taking a nap on the couch by the time George and Nick got home, sleeping quite peacefully, I might add. I had a blanket draping over my bottom half gingerly, with a cup of tea on a coaster on the coffee table. Nick walked over to me, and kissed my forehead. He made sure my tea was still hot, and caught a whiff. 

N- Clay, He said in a whisper. Is this peppermint tea?

C- Yeah, it is.

N- But she likes chamomile tea. Clay shrugged.

C- She wanted peppermint. She's not feeling well. Nick stood up, and started to walk up to their bedroom. Clay panicked.

C- Nick, George, uh, can you guys fire up the grill?

N- Why can't you? I need to change.

C- Please? Like right now?

N- Alright... Dude, you're acting sus. Is there something you know that I don't?

C- Sorry! Uh, no, it's nothing. Nick and George walked into the back patio, and were trying to start the grill. Clay bounded up to her room,  and headed straight for the bathroom. There were four pregnancy sticks just laying on the ground. Clay grabbed them and put them in a plastic bag, and took them to his room. He stuck them in his coat pocket. He assumed that Y/n had the big one. Clay walked back downstairs, to see Nick talking softly to Y/n.

~Nick POV~

N- Hey baby, how'd you sleep?

Y/n- Fine.. She sounded hoarse.

N- Is there anything I can get you? Do for you?

Y/n- Can you get me  some Advil? I have a massive headache.

N- Anything for you. I smiled at her, and walked to the kitchen.

N- Hey George? Where is your Advil?

G- In that cupboard. Is everything ok?

N- Y/n is sick. I don't know if she'll be up for dinner tomorrow.

G- It's alright, she's strong.

N- By the way, I need to ask you something private. Can I talk to you after I give this to Y/n?

G- Sure, man. I walk back to Y/n with two Advil and a glass of water in hand.

N- Hey, Princess.

Y/n- Hi. She gave me a smile. Oh, how I love her smile.

N- Take this. She sits up and takes the pills. She looked... Tired. She was usually super energetic. Something must be terribly wrong. She took a sip of her peppermint tea, and looked up at me. 

Y/n- C-can you... Never mind.

N- No, Tell me please.

Y/n- Can we go up to the bedroom? And maybe can you rub my back?

N- Of course. I think Clay is going to grill some steaks tonight. Will you want some? 

Y/n- I'll eat a salad, I think. I don't feel like I can eat something big. I help her up off of the couch, and lead her to our room. She's walking fine, which is a good sign. She lays down on the bed, pulling the covers over her hips. I lay behind her, and give her a nice backrub. I rub softly, in circles. Soon, I hear soft snores coming from her. She doesn't snore... I thought to myself. She must be really sick. I get up and walk over to the closet, changing out of my dress clothes. I look at her peaceful sleeping face, and smile a little to myself. I walk out of the room, shutting the door quietly.