Battle Wounds: Solangelo Soulmate AU

FIFTY-NINE

WILL POV:
The trial is tomorrow and Nico is freaking out. He is trying to hide it, but it isn't working very well. I stayed home friday because I knew the couple of days leading up to the trial would be the hardest for Nico.

Of course I was right. He hasn't slept more than maybe 3 hours in the past two nights, he hasn't been able to eat anything without throwing up, and he's shaking 24/7.

Saturday night he insists on cooking me dinner, and I insist on helping him.

"Your just in my way," Nico scolds me. "Go over there!"

"I wanna help!" I argue. "Just tell me what to do!"

"Stir the sauce," he says as he continues to chop up different vegetables and the meat.

I pout, "Fine."

I stir the sauce while he does literally everything else. He made some sort of ravioli, Ive learned he really likes ravioli and he somehow manages to make a different kind every time.

He comes over to add the things to the sauce I had been stirring-which I'm pretty sure didn't actaully need to be stirred-and shoos me away. As he mixes it together I hug him from behind and rest my head on his shoulder. I was expecting him to complain but he doesn't, he just works around it. I think he really needed a hug, I can feel how tense he is and can tell just me hugging him was helping him relax a bit.

He puts the sauce stuff in the pasta and then bakes those, then it is all done. He mixes it with some extra sauce he had set to the side before he had mixed the other things in and got three bowls out for us.

"Dinners ready!" I call up to my mom.

I hear her scurrying down the stairs almost immediately, she absolutely adores Nicos cooking.

"It smells delicious!" she says excitedly as she sits down with her bowl.

Nico had grated some fresh parmesan, mostly for me because he knows I drown every Italian dish in cheese.

"So how are you doing Nico," Mom asks after we all ate for a few minutes in silence. Nico has already ate everything he had got, because he had only got 5 ravioli for himself.

He shrugs, "Fine."

Mom and I both sigh but neither of us push him. Right now is not the time to push him.

I eat three bowls as I tend to do when Nico cooks, and Mom eats two.

"That was really good Nico," Mom praises. "Thank you."

"Prego," Nico says.

Mom furrows her eyebrows, "Pregnant?"

"He said your welcome," I translate. "It's Italian."

She smacks her forehead, "You'd think I'd catch on to at least some basic Italian."

I shrug, "I'm around him literally 24/7, it's easier for me to do."

"I suppose so," Mom chuckles. "Try and get some sleep Nico, you look like you have two black eyes."

"Okay," Nico says with a tight lipped smile that looks incredibly forced. "I'll try."

Nico and I go upstairs and when Nico starts heading to his room I grab his wrist.

"I want you to sleep with me tonight," I say looking him in the eye. When he blushes and looks away I realize what I had just said so I have to clarify. "I don't care if you keep me up the whole time, I wanna be there if you have a panic attack or a nightmare."

"Okay," Nico agrees, a little reluctantly, and follows me into my room. "Can I wear you clothes?" he asks sheepishly. "I like that it smells like you."