Just the Way you Are

The Honeymoon Part 1

The wedding had gone off without a problem. The happy couple were now on their honeymoon. They didn't go very far out of LA because Hetty was concerned about her team needing to reach her.

Nightime

'You almost out of the bathroom yet, Owen? I'm getting tired!' Hetty called out.

'Groan!'

'You alright?' Hetty asked when she walked over to the bathroom door.

'Blurgh. I don't feel so good!'

'Oh. Do you know what it could be?'

'Must have been something I ate at the reception. I might be in here awhile, best if you go back to bed right now!'

Hetty went back to bed. Granger was in the bathroom for most of the night.

7 am

'Hey dear, are you feeling better?' Hetty asked.

'Bleh. I think I'm going to rest here for most of the day.' Granger responded, weakly.

'Well, what can I do for you? Anything I can make you, or get for you?'

'No. Just gonna wait it out.'

'I can get you medicine for your stomach, it looks like you might have a slight case of diarrea.' Hetty said.

'I'll be fine.'

'Really though, I can help.'

'I don't want your help! I just want to rest!' Granger exclaimed.

Silence.

Looking like she wanted to cry, 'Okay. I'll, let you rest for the rest of the day.' Hetty quietly responded.

'Thank you.'

Hetty went downstairs, made herself a cup of tea, and shed a couple of tears. She didn't want to be surprised by what he said, she was just as stubborn when it came to being taken care of as he was. It hurt her more because they were married, and she wanted to take care of him!

She stayed close by all day, in case he needed her.

That night

'I made you dinner, you want to come downstairs?' Hetty asked.

'Yeah. Just give me a few minutes.'

At the table

'I'm, I'm sorry about this morning. I ate something last night that I knew would make my stomach hurt because I was being dumb. And I was embarrassed.' Granger said.

'I get it. And I also get not wanting to ask for help, I can be the same. But I'm your wife now! I want to take care of you when it comes to minor illnesses,' Hetty responded.

'And that's very sweet of you. I'll try not to do that again.'

'Thank you. Do you like what I made here?'

'Yeah. You're pretty good with cooking!'

'Aw, thanks.' Hetty responded, blushing with pride.