Rafe Cameron Blurbs

21

"I think I might have the flu," you muttered through your scratchy throat into the phone.

"I'll be there in five minutes." And that was the last you heard before he hung up the phone immediately. Less than five minutes later, he was walking into your house, looking for you.

"In here," you announced from the kitchen as you stood in front of the microwave. "You know Rafe, I love you but I don't want you to get sick too. I mean I would ha-"

"What are you doing?" he asked in a parental tone when he walked in and saw you leaning against the counter.

"Making chicken noodle soup like I always do when I'm sick," you told him as you pondered what you could be doing wrong.

"You need to get in bed. Go lay down and I'll bring the soup to you," he offered but you shook your head.

"No, it's okay. I can make my own soup," you fought but it was now his turn to shake his head.

"Go, I got this." You gave in and walked to your room but not without a cheeky slap on the ass from Rafe when you passed him.

"Now if you need anything, let me know. You stay in bed. I'll get whatever you need," he told you as he placed the hot bowl of soup on your bedside table to cool and then sat on the side of your bed.

"You don't have to stay and I can take care of myself," you reminded him but he seemed to not be liking that idea.

"Let me take care of you. You take care of me all the time. It's only fair that I do the same," he said as his hand rubbed over your blanket-covered legs.

"Well if you insist on staying, can you cuddle with me?" you asked but your question was soon followed by some coughing and then a sneeze.

"I don't know if I want to cuddle with you, sneezie," he joked as he put on a face of disgust.

"Shut up and get in bed with me," you remarked, lifting the covers for him to slip in.

"Damn, y/n. You weren't this easy when we started dating," Rafe teased as he stood from the bed to come to where you had opened a spot for him.

"You are so annoying," you groaned while he slipped into his place after shucking his shoes.

"But you love me," he reminded before pressing his lips to your cheek and wrapping his arms around you.

"Yes, I love you."