Soulful (TayNew)

part-9

Author Pov

New had just returned from the hospital, looking pale and fragile. The moment they stepped inside their home, Tay took charge, his heart aching to see his husband in such a state. Determined to nurse New back to health, Tay devoted himself entirely to his care.

From the crack of dawn until late into the night, Tay was at New’s side. He cooked nutritious meals, carefully selecting ingredients that would help New regain his strength. Each spoonful Tay fed to New was filled with love and concern, a silent promise that he would do anything to see his husband well again.

Tay’s hands were gentle but steady as he adjusted New’s pillows and tucked him in, whispering words of comfort. He monitored New’s temperature, his heart skipping a beat at the slightest rise. Every task, no matter how small, was performed with meticulous care. He wanted New to feel his love and dedication in every gesture, to understand the depth of his concern.

Despite the pile of work waiting for him at the office, Tay didn’t leave New’s side. His friend’s called, worried about the projects, but Tay’s mind was only on New. What if the fever came back? What if New needed something and he wasn’t there? The thought was unbearable.

Tay knew that work could wait, but New’s health could not. He stayed up late into the night, watching over New as he slept, his heart filled with both worry and unwavering love. Tay’s exhaustion was evident, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was New’s recovery.

In the quiet moments, when New was asleep, Tay allowed himself to feel the full weight of his emotions. Tears sometimes slipped down his cheeks, but he quickly wiped them away, refusing to let New see his worry. He needed to be strong, for both of them.

Days passed, and slowly, New began to regain his strength. The fever subsided, and a healthy color returned to his cheeks. Tay’s efforts were paying off, and he felt a deep sense of relief. But more than that, he felt an overwhelming love for New. This experience had only strengthened their bond.

Through his tireless care, Tay had shown New the depth of his love and commitment. He didn’t need to say the words; his actions had spoken volumes. And as New looked at him with gratitude and love in his eyes, Tay knew that New understood just how much he cared. They had faced this challenge together, and their love had emerged even stronger.

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Tay slept beside New in his room, their bodies intertwined in a comforting embrace. Tay had always been a light sleeper, but ever since New came back from the hospital, his senses were heightened, constantly attuned to New’s slightest movement or sound. He couldn’t bear the thought of being away from New, especially during the night when the shadows seemed to bring out the worst of New’s fears.

As the night deepened, Tay noticed the familiar signs of distress in New. His breathing became uneven, and his body tensed, trapped in the grip of another nightmare. Tay’s heart ached as he watched New struggle against the haunting memories that visited him in his sleep.

It had been a year since New’s parents died in a tragic car accident, but the pain was still raw and fresh. Every night, without fail, New’s dreams would take him back to that moment. He would see the twisted wreckage, hear the screeching tires, and feel the crushing loss all over again. The nightmare was relentless, a cruel reminder of a wound that had not yet healed.

Tay tightened his hold on New, whispering soft reassurances into his ear. “I’m here, love. I’m with you. You’re safe.” His voice was a soothing balm, trying to bridge the gap between the harsh reality of New’s dreams and the comforting presence of their shared reality. Tay knew that his words couldn’t erase the pain, but he hoped they could provide some comfort, some anchor to hold onto amidst the storm.