Top Gun Imagines

Sick day.

Tw: getting sick (throwing up)
If ur not into whumpee style prompts just scroll on <3

You are a light sleeper, so when Bradley suddenly flung himself out of bed, you awoke. Sitting up, you saw him run into the bathroom connected to your room.

You heard the sound of vomit, then followed by a groan. You immediately got up and went into the bathroom to him.

He was hunched over the toilet, hyperventilating. You knelt down next to him, shutting the lid.

Bradley had emetophobia, and every time he'd get sick it would cause more anxiety than actual feeling of being sick.

You put your hand on his cheek, and he rested his head on it.

"It's okay hun." You whispered as you cleared the sweat from his forehead.

You could feel his skin move under your hand as he smiled at you.

You rubbed his back as he tried to slow his breathing.

As you helped him stand up to take him back to bed, you heard a small whine.

Turning your head, you saw your son peeking into the bathroom, eyes wide with fear.

"Go back to bed Nick, I'll be right there." You told him, trying to deal with one crisis at a time.

Walking Bradley back to your bed, you assured him he'd be okay. And went over to your son's room.

Nick sat on his bed, knees to his chest, and was crying quietly.

"What's wrong baby?" You asked him, glancing at the clock, 2:35 AM

"What's wrong with daddy?" He sobbed into your arms.

Your stroked his messy hair, feeling his tears soak through your shirt.

"Daddys okay. His tummy just hurts a bit, that's all." You explained to him.

He calmed down a bit, and looked up at you with his big eyes.

"I wanna sleep with daddy." He sniffled. You weren't so sure because if Bradley got sick again, Nick would get scared again, AND you were hoping to minimize unnecessary contact between Brad and the kids.

You finally compromised with yourself, "I need you to sleep here tonight, but you can come downstairs to get daddy a bucket for tonight." You offered him, he nodded eagerly and hopped out of bed.

Nicks compassion and empathy was beyond him, he could feel everyone's emotions.
When daddy was hurting, Nick came running.

You walked down the stairs, hand in hand, in search of a popcorn bucket for Bradley (iykyk😭). You dug through the cabinet and finally found it.

Handing it to Bradley you grabbed a ginger ale to help settle his stomach. Walking back up the stairs, Nick ran into your room.

"Daddy! I'm here daddy!" He spoke worriedly, and put the bowl next to him. Bradley smiled.

"Thanks buddy." He groggily thanked him, rubbing his head.

"Alright sir, bed." You told Nick, who ran back to his own bed.

"How ya feeling?" You asked Bradley

"Eh, just on-edge now." He laughed

"It'll pass, it always does, try and get some sleep." You told his, kissing his forehead and cracking open the ginger ale next to him, setting it on his nightstand.

You walked into Nicks room to tuck him back in, but he was already fast asleep. Wore him out already. You laughed to yourself as you turned back around.

When you finally made it back to your room, you crawled into bed. You wrapped your body behind Bradley's and hugged him tight, you felt him relax in your arms. You drifted off to sleep holding him

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