in the room where you sleep

nine

It was good to finally be home and out of the racket of hollywood glamour. I got around to unpacking our bags and getting laundry done. Johnny was upstairs working on role research for an upcoming movie he wanted to be a part of. I've been feeling really off. I don't know if I'm sick or what, but mostly I've just felt nauseous. Medicine hasn't done me too good. I still can't figure out what is wrong. Maybe it'll pass. I mean, it could be from the rush of travel. Sounds right to me.

I finished up our laundry and took the basket of clothes upstairs to fold them and hang everything up. I walked into the room and sat the basket on the bed.

"Are you okay?" Johnny asked. I faked a smile and nodded. He motioned head for me to come to him. I walk over and he sits me in his lap, wrapping his arm around me, running his fingers through my hair and gently scratching my neck, kissing me on the cheek.

"Talk to me, doll." I let out a sign and looked at him.

"I don't exactly know. I'm feeling just out of rhythm. It could be from traveling and everything being so rushed and busy that my body isn't used to yet. I've been nauseous mostly."

"It could be. Do you need anything?" I shook my head, burying it in his neck.

"I've tried everything under the sun." He picked me up and gently laid me down, giving me a sweet kiss.

"How about you get some sleep, I'll finish this and I'll make dinner." I smiled and kissed him once more.

"That sounds good."

"Good. get some sleep, baby." He kissed my head and covered me up in the comforter. Before I knew it, my eyes were heavy and I was falling deeper into sleep. 

7:45 pm

I woke up after what felt like days. I slowly pulled myself out of bed and went downstairs. Johnny was in the kitchen cooking some kind of pasta for dinner. He looked up and smiled at me, walking over and pulling me into a warm hug and kiss. 

"How do you feel, doll?"

"I feel okay. Still a bit exhausted, but I'm okay." I moved over to the couch and sat down. After a few minutes, Johnny walked over and handed me a bowl. He sat down beside me and l laid my legs in his lap.

"Okay, I never made this before, so it's okay if you don't like it. I won't be sad." I chuckled and took a bite.

"It's actually really good. You've outdone yourself mister." 

"You sure?" I nodded and continued eating. After a little bit, we finished. Johnny cleaned up the kitchen and come back to the couch.

"I have an idea that might help you feel better."

"Like what?'

"Just come with me." He stood up and reached for my hand. I grabbed it and he stood me up, leading me to the bathroom. He turned on the water to get it heated up. He then faced me, and kissed me sweetly, slowly reaching his hands underneath my shirt, pulling it off, along with my sweats pulling them down, helping me step out of them. He then took of my panties and bra, leaving kisses all over. Once the water heated up, he had me step in and sit down. He grabbed the soap then wet my hair, beginning to wash it slowly and gently, taking a hand towel and rubbing up and down my back and chest. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. 

"I'm so grateful for you." I said looking up at him. He leaned down and kissed me.

"And I am so grateful for you. I'd do anything for you. No matter big or small. All yours. I love you."

He finished up and got me wrapped up in a towel and carried me back to the bedroom. He grabbed a pair black sweats and a white shirt and dressed me. After he got me settled, he got into bed with me and pulled me to his chest and held me tight.