Your head hurts, your body hurts, and the music blaring from Terzo's room isn't making it better.
You rubbed your temples, knocking on his door lightly. Two seconds passed before the door swung open, and he embraced you, cooing, "Aw, il mio cuore, how are you?"
You groaned, burying your face into his shirt. "Head hurts." His expression softens even more and he spins you into his room and onto the satin sheeted bed. He places kisses along your forehead, propping you up against soft pillows before he waddled out, giggling.
At exactly five minutes, he came back in, still giggling. He had advil, an ice pack and chilled water. After gratefully taking the advil and small sips of water, you sighed. Terzo wiggled himself between you and the bed, cradling you as he gently set the ice pack on your nape. He hummed and held you close to his heart, hoping that sound helped with the migraine.
He was breathing softly, you could hear it. In, out. In, out. His heartbeat was following the rhythm his lungs made, thump thump.. thump.. thump thump.. thump. It was music to your ears, the melody of him simply living. He continued humming his songs, adding the lyrics every now and then.
Instead of pained and staggering breathing, you were now following his set rhythm. In, out. In, out. Your heart was no longer racing, but instead matching the beat of his.
Terzo took in a deep breath, letting it out as he kissed the top of your head. He wrapped his arms around you, protecting you from the world. The steady breathing told him you had fallen asleep, so he got comfortable, laying down and nuzzling the crook of your neck.
About an hour later, he woke. You were still snoozing peacefully. However, it would be interrupted if you stayed in those jeans and button up. Terzo quickly crossed himself so that he would not be punished by misunderstanding, and he began undressing you to change into more sleep appropriate clothes. First off came your shoes and socks, which he gently laid on the floor. He had difficulty choosing the shorts, bouncing between maroon and black. He shrugged, closing his eyes and picking one. The black shorts were victorious. Terzo slowly unbuttoned your jeans, taking time to slide them off so you could stay asleep. He smiled, admiring you while he slid on the shorts. Your bottom half was done, so he pulled the covers up so you wouldn't get cold before moving onto your top.
He slowly unbuttoned the shirt, gently turning you over to take off your wired bra. Terzo grabbed one of his hoodies, getting ready to quickly slip it over you. He unclipped your bra successfully, closing his eyes as he slipped the hoodie over you.
all While he was brushing your hair away from your face, he saw you still had makeup on, since you had a meeting today. He shook his head, whispering quietly, "This is a big no-no, she'll wake up and feel nasty if I don't do her skincare."
