We Made It |L.T|

Chapter Twenty-five

September 24th

I let out a sigh of relief as I noticed how calm and serene the flat was. I stood in front of the stove, watching the kettle boil water for tea, and my frustration slowly evaporated. I poured a little lemon juice into each of the matching mugs and used my fingers to squeeze the honey container. I dropped a spoon into each mugs, swirling the mixture as I placed a tea bag in each. The heat from the stove made my face flush, and I hummed quietly to myself, relishing the peace and quiet without someone disturbing or making a scene. My fingers found the low setting on the gas burner and dialed up the heat just a bit.

Even though I had been enjoying these past several days, I was also relieved that I could now finally take care of Louis. Rather than him looking after me. For once, it was good not to feel like a burden or an issue, much less a child in need of a "parent's" watchful eye.

Louis, who has been unwell for a few days, is still sick and is lying in bed. He was still fighting off the fever, which has broken and come back so many times I've lost count. Even so, his appetite has improved because the nausea has subsided. Saltine crackers are the best thing he could eat as he was still unable to consume anything heavier. He doesn't drink enough water to begin with, so I've been sure to give him bone broth, which is rich in nutrients and helps replace fluids. Given that water does aid in the removal of infections and illness.

Despite what some may believe, he isn't lazy, I can assure you. It's true that he lacks several abilities, including cleaning and cooking. However, nobody is flawless in every area of life.

When I first started taking care of Louis, I believed it would be simple and that I was dealing with a thirty-year-old who was stubborn. But I was mistaken, for Louis will not lie down and rest at all. He can't stay down for very long for a guy his age before he has to be up and about all the time. He has occasionally passed out on the couch, but never for longer than an hour. He seems to only sit when he is not need to be reminded to rest.

He's been sick the entire time. The man would work on God knows what on his laptop while lounging in bed, refusing to stop for a break. I only knew it was work-related because he was ranting at his manager while holding his phone up to his ear. Whoever it was that managed to screw up a few things would start a shouting battle. But regardless of how ill Louis actually was. He detested medicine, but he never once voiced any complaints.

But who doesn't?

Given the disgusting and gross medicine is, I don't blame him for not enjoying it. The sole reason he would accept it in the first place was for me to grin and show him my dimples. As a result of his desire to get a good deal out of the situation, I've learned that he said, "I fucking love those dimples, they'd drive me absolutely insane." This explains why he would always glance at the clefts in my cheeks when I smiled. He had a fascination with them and was prodding at the hollow areas of my cheeks. It didn't help that his comment made my heart race, turning my cheeks an intense crimson. I swiftly got away from the scenario and his attention when he made fun of me for it.

The man was such a tease and he knew it

He still had a temperature, but that didn't stop him from wanting to get out of bed to accomplish tasks like work, even though he hasn't thrown up in about twelve hours. When he does sleep, he lies in bed and doesn't try to sneak away. He needs me to be there because, based on when I went to fetch him some medicine, he wants to cuddle with something. The fact that he woke up hugging my pillow did not make him happy. His cuddly behavior doesn't bother me because I like to lay with him occasionally. However, he wants me to be by his side constantly since he probably feels alone because he can't go out and socialize at work. He can't do anything and finds it boring to lie around, so I suppose I now understand why he dislikes doing nothing.