princess treatment | richarlison

𝟬𝟬𝟵 shit

‹3₊˚✧ ﾟ.

— third person.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐋𝐘𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐒 did nothing but cuddle up and snooze throughout the whole of yesterday. it was their first day back in england and they were jet lagged as fuck.

it mostly affected richarlison as he never went to bed, but boy, this man slept for a good 8 hours and woke up at 9am the very next day.

andrea snickered at the sleeping man, his light and gentle snores roaming around the environment. she stayed in bed with him, her arm around richarlison's shoulders rubbing small shapes on his arm as her other hand scrolled through her phone.

richarlison was cradled up. this is what mostly feels like home for him. being in her arms or being with her in general. his arms stuck to eachother supporting his head.

he moved around often with his twists and turns occasionally putting one of his arms over andrea's stomach to make sure she doesn't let go, it was a quiet scene.

andrea knew that her husband was a heavy sleeper so she could laugh at a video.

her laughs then became a reminder for richarlison to wake up and andrea noticed.

she put her phone on the side.

"good morning, handsome," she smiled. she had been awake since 8 in the morning and stayed for a whole hour in bed waiting for her husband to wake up; the pair was inseparable.

"mmm, morning linda," he squinted, adjusting his eyes to the english sunlight. he shoved his head back into her arms and cuddled his arm around her body.

andrea grabbed his head like she always does and kisses him on the lips. not a quick one nor was it a slow kiss but it was very much loving.

"your kisses are the best," he grinned as if he was falling for her again.

"yeah, i know-" she played along before a wave of sickness pooled up at the back of her throat. she ran for the master suite bathroom and richarlison rushed behind her. he moved her hair out of the way with his fist making a makeshift ponytail as she gagged while he was rubbing her back.

"meu deus! querida, are you okay?" he continued after a moment of pure silence as she finished.

"fuck- yeah, i think it's just a stomach bug," she gathered her words, leaning back against richarlison as they laid there on the cold, marble tiles, "do we have anything for a stomach bug?"

richarlison paused for a second, "shit, no we don't. they were all expired so i threw them away," he apologised incoherently.

andrea smiled at him as she calmed her husband down - this man is panicking more than his wife.

"it's fine, baby, i'll just go to the doctors," she reassured.

richarlison sighed of relief and kept his wife close in his arms, kissing her forehead.

"are you sure you're okay?" he jokingly said as he snickered looking at the dumbfounded woman laying on his lap.

— third person *  fast forward

SHE GOT UP from the car seat and entered the bright sunlight of england which made her brown orbs squint.

she tied her cardigan around her neck to match with her all-black jumpsuit. and since she was famous, she had to cover up her face with sunglasses and a hat to avoid paparazzi to cause any drama.

richarlison chose to not go with her as he had to look after maria an hour away from london. andrea was okay with that as she had nothing to worry about.

she walked in and headed towards the front desk, "hello, i have a check up with dr. wilson."

the clerk smiled and she seemed like a very nice lady with her hair tied in a bun and glasses perching off of the bridge of her nose.

"yes, of course. can i have your name?" she asked politely. andrea gave out her information and went to sit down in the waiting area.

"mrs. andrade?" the doctor's assistant called out. andrea grabbed her bag and clutched onto it. she wasn't worried that there was something going on with her, but, it was weird how she magically felt better.

she followed behind the man, he was tall, around 5'11 but a bit lanky.

"doc, your patients here," he moved aside to the other room as the doctor clapped his hands together and rubbed them.

"oh, hello. andrea right?" she nodded profusely as she walked into the room and sat herself down on the chair in the corner of the office.

"so, what seems to be the problem?" he inquired, looking at andrea and turning his head to the computer.

"well, my husband was just worried about me throwing up this morning and told me to go to you," she wondered off, looking up at the ceiling and struggled to keep eye contact with him.

"mhmmm," the doctor kept his eyes on the computer screen and started typing, "well, we need you to take this medicine but we do need to take your blood, is that okay?"

andrea wasn't really afraid of needles so she agreed without thinking twice.

she just wanted this to be done and over with so she can go to oxford and see maria and her husband.

they gave her some numbing cream and drew a little bit of blood from her body.

it came around ten minutes and the doctor walked back in after doing some tests.

"we will have to find another solution for your tummy aches as it might harm your baby, just some paracetamol would work," he says confidently holding his check board.

"yeah that's okay," and she paused for a moment just thinking, "wait what."

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