Life Changes » Marcus Armstrong

Fourtyeight.

"Is Jane still asleep? Or just asleep?" Marcus' mum asked.

She, her husband and Marcus were standing in the kitchen around the kitchen island, drinking some coffee and making plans for lunch since the afternoon had just started.

Marcus nodded. "Still asleep. I believe she slept all night. At least, I barely felt her turning in bed."

"Is she still sick?" His dad looked questionably at Marcus.

"Yeah..." Marcus took a sip from his coffee. "The fever dropped, and she has more colour in her face, but she looked bad last night. And it's probably because of the flights as well."

"Poor thing," his mum said compassionately.

His dad smirked. "Yet very stubborn to fly to New Zealand. Flying attacks your system, let alone when you're sick. But I would do the same."

"She refused to stay in Italy," Marcus chuckled. "I'm gonna check on her." He turned away, but turned back as soon something came up in his head. "By the way, it's her birthday on the 25th... So we also have a birthday then."

"Ah, Christmas dinner and birthday cake. Double fun," his dad mentioned.

"You should do that. Paris and Moses are home a few, shall we go out for lunch? If Jane feels better enough to go out," his mum proposed.

He nodded and walked away. It was completely dark upstairs, so he put on the light in the hallway when he walked upstairs. Marcus barely heard Jane last night, she warned him for a cough attack or snoring, but he didn't hear it. Or I must've slept deep. He slowly opened the door to his bedroom and looked around the corner, it was still completely dark. Marcus entered his bedroom and put on the light next to his bed. "Babe," he softly said and lay down beside her in bed. "Wake up." He kissed her cheek.

"Mhm," Jane hummed and squeezed her eyebrows together.

A smile came on his face, she disagreed on waking up. "Wake up, it's noon."

"What time is it?" Her voice was thick. She turned away from Marcus and wrapped the duvet tightly around her body.

"Half-past twelve." It stayed silent from her side. Marcus followed the curves of her body. "Do you want to get up, or should I leave you alone?" He was waiting for an answer. The jet lag was horrible, but being sick at the same time... This was different.

"No," she said.

He raised his eyebrows, it was a no to which question?

Jane turned on her other side and crawled against Marcus, it had been a while since she woke up next to him. It may sound weird, but she even missed his smell...like his deodorant and perfume.

"Good afternoon, my love," Marcus softly said and kissed her forehead. "How did you sleep?"

"Hi." She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Deep, good," she mumbled. "How was I last night?"

"I did not hear you at all," he mentioned and took her in his arms. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired."

"We're going out for lunch, do you want to join, or do you want to stay here?"

"If there's coffee, I'm in."

A proud smile came on Marcus' face. "There's always coffee."

"Then I'm in. I may not act very excited, but I absolutely am," she mentioned. Her eyes closed again. "I love you."

"I love you too," he muttered and kissed her. "We will just take it easy, yeh? Resting is important now, especially with the jet lag." Jane nodded. "Let's go then," he said and let go of her.