𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐂𝐮𝐭𝐞
𝐓𝐖:
𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝
- Ugh, finally! She's going home!
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I hear the garage door open, meaning Dua's here. I stand up carefully to greet her. On my third step, going down the stairs, my head aches all of a sudden. I grip the handrail tightly not wanting to fall.
My knees go weak, my head, pulsing. I try to go down carefully, but I end up sitting on the steps. This feeling creeping up my body, I try to stand up but can't.
I feel like fainting, my body can't handle it anymore, luckily, Dua saw me. My hand on my knee, the other above my head.
"Oh my god baby!" She shouted, worry laced along her voice. She ran up to me, so quickly that she almost tripped. "Are you ok, bub?"
I couldn't speak, I just shook my head 'no', she grabs my hand that was on my head, holding it gently. She motioned me to stand, so I did, or at least tried to. My lower half felt weak, my body fell against Dua's body. She noticed that I couldn't walk, so she carried me into our bedroom.
She put me down onto our bed.
She grabs my chin, gently, not wanting to hurt me then lifted my head up. She looks into my teary eyes before saying, "Baby, you'll be ok. I'm right here." She's so caring, I literally don't deserve her.
Maybe, the weakness of my body is because I haven't eaten anything today.
"Have you eaten anything?" She says like she was reading my mind. "N-no.." I sat weakly, "Why not?!" She almost yells, which kinda scared me. "I- umm.. I couldn't s-stand up.." She looks at me worried. "I'm sorry, did I scare you?" I shook my head no. "Ok.. Sorry.. You have to eat now thought." I nodded as response.
She went downstairs to put the soup she got in a bowl, and the cheese toastie in a plate, she then went back upstairs and handed it to me.
As she did, she took out this little table that I use when I work at home. She puts it in front of me, I then put the soup on the table so I could eat well.
God, I'm starving! It's 3:48 pm and I haven't eaten anything today.
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I soon finish my meal, Dua takes the dirty dishes from me then took them downstairs, she then went back into our bedroom and sat next to me.
"Can we cuddle?" I ask, "Is that even question? Of course, My love!"
