𝑽𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔

𝑯𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 (𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕)

Lloyd woke up late and instantly sank into bed. It was one of those days. One of those days where his body hurt and felt yucky. He felt extremely lightheaded. Thank God François takes out the dogs in the morning.

"Apple..." His voice was timid and dry. "Apple, can you get me a water and medicine?"

Apple ran to the fridge and pulled the towel attached to the handle. First, she gave him the bottle of water, then ran to the bathroom. In her little basket next to the toilet was medication just in case something like this happens. He had enough strength to take the medicine, text his dad can't do his work, pet Apple, then go back to sleep.

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François was at work in his bakery. Today wasn't very busy. He was happy that Beau brought a few crossiants and stopped to chant for a bit.

"How's the hubby?" Only their families and closest friends knew they were together.

"Boyfriend, dumbass. He was bouncing off the walls last night. We were watching Disney movies."

He sighed and twisted his long hair. "Just a few more days until the wedding and nephews and-"

"Wooooo, too ahead." He checked his phone. "Hm, he would usually text me by now."

"He's probably still sleeping."

"Nope, he has to get up for work."

"His majesty." He grinned. "When you guys are kings, can you make me a knight?"

He smirked and put his phone down. "I'll make you the jester."

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By three, there was still no text. François, after giving some muffins to a costumer, called him. He got really worried when it rang longer than it usually did.

"Lloydie?"

"Hiii Franny...." His voice was still dry and clumsy.

François put his hand on the counter. "You don't sound well, is everything ok?"

Lloyd yawned, "Yeah, just having a sick day. I already took my medicine."

He looked outside, it was going to rain soon. Everybody in France thinks they're made out of sugar, he won't have any customers.

"I'm coming home, ok? It's going to rain soon anyway." Lloyd tried to convince him to stay before he said, "I'll bring you some sweets."

"Yayy. Can you get a few éclairs?" Yep, he was sick. He never asks for anything specific.

François was already putting some in his bag. "Of course, babyboy. I'll see you at home, ok?"

"Ok, bye Franny."

He had to be there for Lloyd, last time he wasn't-

He walked home, it was close enough. He tried not to think about it, but his mind dragged him back to that day.

"François, please stay with me..?"

"You'll be ok, I need to toast you out there."

"But I don't want to be alone...."

"Lloydie, you'll be fine."

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When he arrived home, he took the dogs outside and put the treats away. It's been two months since they moved in together. The minute Lloyd was ready, they moved into a bright pink house in a well-to-do neighborhood. It was a small yet beautiful house. It had a huge backyard with a pool and garden for the dogs to fool around in, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a balcony in their room. It was honestly such a warm place.