For these past few weeks I haven't been able to get sleep, from how much work I need to get done, around the house and at the incorporation I work for. I'm the PA of the person that owns the company, so I need to do paperwork and files ect. The CEO says I don't need to work that much, there is still a lot of things to be done, and I couldn't rest until I got them all sorted.
"Y/N! What are you doing?" Ford asks, I was sipping my tenth cup of tea this morning, and it was only three a clock in the morning.
"Working." I replied plainly, trying to focus on filing paperwork, signing papers and getting the documents ready.
"What did I tell you about working to much." He sat beside me, looking right at me in the eyes. I shook my head, and continued to do my job.
"You can't say much." I rolled my eyes, sorting the paper into piles as best as I could. "You explore to much." I gave him a death glare, he looked surprised but kind of angry.
"Get to bed NOW!" He snapped. Never in my life with him had I ever seen him angry, this was a first.
"No." I forgot about my teddy on my lap that I had ever since my Nan got it when I was two. It was a bush baby teddy, and I loved it dearly. I stared at it, and asked it, "what would Nan do." Nan would take a rest, she would tell me to get to bed, and have a sleep, when I felt overwhelmed. Stanford looked confused, as I stared at the teddy, tears started rolling slowly down my cheeks, but Ford was quick to embrace me. Not getting enough sleep makes you emotional, and extremely exhausted.
"You can do it later, right now you need sleep." My head rested on his chest, as his arms wrapped around my waist, swaying me slowly, turning on my favourite song, the song my nan used to sing me to get me to go to sleep. "Please Y/N, I don't want you to get sick. Please." He whispered tilting my chin up giving me a soft kiss.
"I'm sorry for worrying you."
"It's okay, just please get some sleep." He begged, caressing my cheek ever so gently, not rubbing it to hard. "I love you." He whispered.
"I love you too." I whispered back, as he picked me up, one arm around my back, the other one was supporting my head stroking my unbrushed hair. My legs were wrapped around his waist, and my arms around his neck. I breathed in sync with him, as I dozed off to sleep in his arms.
The next morning I woke up my eyes groggy, I was laying on Ford's chest, while he was wearing his turtleneck vest and the space boxers that I loved stealing from him when he wasn't looking. My arm was wrapped around his waist, his arm around mine. My throat killed, and I was dying for a drink. I guess we both slept all day huh. It was definitely the next morning. The sun was positioned differently from the day before.
"Y/N?" Ford woke up, looking at me in the eyes, he lifted me on top of him so my head was buried in the crook of his neck. My arms around his upper back, while my head throbbed and my body ached. If this is what I get from working too much, then I deserve it.
"Mmm." I groaned, moving to get comfortable.
"Still sleepy?" Ford asked whispering while stroking my hair lightly.
"No." I lied, kissing him. "Right I have work to do." I rolled off of him, feeling like pure shit.
"I can tell you feel like rubbish. Now come on we can both use rest for once." He said getting up and walking to my said of the bed, where I was struggling to get up from how weak my legs felt. He picked me up bridal style, bringing me downstairs to watch TV.
"Yeah and I'm telling you I'm fine. So just, let me do my job." I rolled my eyes trying to roll it of his grip. Unfortunately by the time I got to the couch in the TV room, I had already almost fallen back to sleep. We sat on the couch, as he laid me down so my head was rested on his lap. He stroked my cheeks as the TV turned on, and I felt myself dozing off but I shook myself awake.
"Alright, I'll let you work, if you manage to stay awake for an hour. Deal." I smirked.
"Deal." I said shaking his hand, his touch was warm, and I loved it. Then again, I loved him. Every five minutes he would ask if I still felt awake. The more he asked the tired I got, but I had to stay awake. I had to.
But that soon backfired, as I feel asleep on his lap.
"I love you." Ford whispered as I drifted off to sleep.
"I love you too." I whispered back, finally falling off to sleep.
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I feel like I'm dying.
-TDM
