𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 : 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌

Chapter 11. Hangover

It was the morning after you and Max went that crazy ass LA party. You quietly and carefully got out of bed to not wake Maxime up. "I'll be right back." You kissed his temple. After brushing your teeth and doing your skin care you went to the kitchen looking for breakfast ingredients. There was nothing but eggs and bacon, but you wanted to make him more than that since he was a big guy.

You grabbed your phone off the charger and ordered some groceries as the stores were just starting to open. Max already had most of the spices you needed, so you started on his breakfast. You looked through the drawers trying to find a heart shaped cookie cutter to make everything heart shaped, for example his sunny side up fried eggs. He liked his eggs friend and scrambled, but today you decided to do fried eggs for him.

You cut potatoes and vegetables for his side when the groceries came. Once you unpacked the groceries that's when you really started cooking. His big ass kitchen and surplus of appliances made it easier on you to make everything at the same time. "The things I do for this man." You chuckled to yourself while plating two big plates full of food. You brought one heavy plate into the room and then came back with the other. You brought him his coffee and a Tylenol for his after high headache.

"Good morning my love." You said in his ear and saw the smile creep up on his face. The Los Angeles sun was bright this morning as it shined through the curtains. "What are you doing up so early?" He sat up. "I made you breakfast." You kissed his face. "You made me all that?" He looked at the two plates and the "I love you" with a smiley face in ketchup garnishing it. "You're so cute." He smiled at the plates. "I'm not, but I feel like I don't do enough for you." You handed him a fork and he began to dig in. You smiled at him and then went out to the living room.

You made truffles a breakfast too. There was carrots, celery, broccoli, and sweet potatoes with turkeys bacon and turkey sausages because that's what she could eat. You had to feed your man and your baby, of course. Then you fed yourself. You made some tea because your voice was really hoarse. You got sat in a chair next to Max's side of the bed and used the nightstand as a table. "I feel fucked." He set his plate down. "You barely ate." You looked at his half eaten plate. "Im just really tired." He yawned. His eyes did look tired and he was a little pale. "You getting sick?" You asked him. "No, it's just a hangover." He says getting the Tylenol and taking it. "Alright." You looked at him while eating your food.

Max basically slept the whole day. He periodically woke up sweating. "Baby, I think you're sick." You told him. "I'm not." Max reassured you for the 50th time. "Stop being stubborn, you're sick." You wiped the sweat off of his body and turned the ceiling fan. "I'm fine." He tried sitting up, but you pushed him back down. "Rest." You said seriously and he listened.

He was having chills and everything the whole day. "I hate being sick." He bundled up in the blankets. "Take the blanket off, you have a fever." You say trying to take it off of him. "It's cold." Max says having a grip on the covers. "Let go, nigga." You try to pull it off. "No." He keeps holding on. "Gimme this damn cover." You snatched it from him. "Imma make you some soup." You took the blanket out of the room. "I don't want soup." He sat up. "Well what do you want?" You asked him. "I want to fuck." He said straightforwardly. "Take a damn nap with ya little horny ass." You went out the room.

While you went to the laundry room in the penthouse, Max was getting up. He got all dressed like he was about to go to the gym after tending to his hygiene. "Where the fuck are you going?" You saw him in the corner of your eye. "The gym." He says. "No, you're not. You have the flu." You stopped what you were doing and tried to drag his tall ass to the bedroom.

"I'm fine." He says while starting to uncontrollably cough. "Maxime, motherfucking Vaguois. Look at yourself, your eyes are all puffy and red. Your skin is clammy and your nose and ears are red." You looked at him hating how sick he was. "Baby, I promise I'm fine." He looked in your concerned eyes. "Max, I'm not playing. Stop overworking yourself and rest. That's why you're feeling sick because you aren't taking care of yourself to the fullest." You held his hand. He sighed not wanting to listen to what you had to say, but he did.

"Fine, I'll rest. If that's what's going to make you happy, I'll rest." Max pinky promised you. "Go get comfortable in bed, I'll cook." You smiled. "I wanna kiss you, but I don't want to get you sick." He said while walking back to the room. "You'll get to kiss me sooner if you get your rest." You gave his round bubble booty a smack. "Goddamn!" He held his butt. "My bad." You giggled and went to the kitchen where you washed your hands.

Max got comfortable in only his Ralph Lauren boxers. He was constantly checking his phone and laptop for bank updates and his money was just stacking up. Everything was normal, so he decided that he could rest for real. Maybe after he gets over this flu you guys could go on another baecation. Just the two of you in Canada maybe since Fall was coming up. Fall made him think of maple syrup and Canada.

"What you doing on that laptop?" You came in the room with a sub sandwich, some medicine, and water. "Planning something." Max started smiling. "Planning what?" You looked and he shut his laptop down. "It's a surprise." He grinned. "Thank you." He took the food from your hands. "I wanna know what you're planning." You took the plate back. "A trip for the both of us, I'm not telling you where." Max took the plate back from you. "We're on a trip right now though." You sat on the foot of the bed. "This trip is basically a work trip for you, and France was a work trip for me. We need to a trip just for us to focus on each other, like in Dubai." He rubbed your thigh and went to eat his sandwich. "That's so sweet." You smiled to yourself.

You loved his company and his gestures. If you guys didn't know, Max's love language is gift giving, quality time, and words of affirmation. He made sure you felt loved. Before him you haven't felt this overwhelming love from a partner. You've only felt it from family and Jaylen, but Max made you feel all warm and fluttery inside. Despite the amount of time you've known him.

"This sandwich is so good." He said through his chews. "I can tell, imma make sure you eat even when you don't have an appetite." You told him. "I'd never lose an appetite around you. You're cooking is just too good." He said finishing the sandwich off. "Technically it's not cooking if I just made you a sandwich, but your compliments are always sweet." You took his plate away.

Max slept through the rest of the day. You continuously checked on him to make sure he wasn't dead or anything. His fever seemed to have gone down, so you turned on the ceiling fan and gave him back his warm freshly washed and dried blanket. When he felt you tuck him in he grabbed your hand. "Can we cuddle?" He asked sleepily. You nodded and slipped into bed with him. You were sitting up with your back against the headboard and he had his head on your chest. It was real comfortable until he was laying on your arm. "Fuck." You groaned as your arm went to sleep.

It was a struggle to get your arm from under him, but you did. Once you got your arm free you held his hand through the evening while eating some snacks you hid in the bedside tables.

When Max woke up the next morning he was brand new and horny. "I'm not sick anymore." He smirked over you as you woke up. "Go easy on me." You smiled.

(A/N: idc how many times y'all are gonna hear me say this but I love their relationship. It's so cute and peaceful. This is one of my comfort books other than the book about me and Skip, and the teen parents book. It just calms me when I write it. Anyways... Xoxo, Samiya The Author.)