Luke:
You look up at the server who has now asked you if your food is okay.
"Is there gluten in this?"
"Yes, the sauce is not gluten-free."
"Thanks." you awkwardly smile. He nods and walks to the next table.
"Do you not like gluten?" Luke smiles.
"No, I'm just very allergic." you awkwardly smile again, looking away from the food.
"Oh my God. Okay I'll get you home now."
You can feel yourself getting a little nauseous and you lean your head against the side of the booth. Luke stands up and gets the waiter to get the check quickly. They sort everything out and he helps you stand up and walks you out to the car. Luckily, it's a short drive, and he helps you get into the house quickly. You had also been wearing a very form-fitting dress, so you know that isn't going to help. Just as you start to take it off, you feel the first full wave of nausea come. You run into the bathroom and throw up into the toilet. Luke follows right behind you and holds your hair in his hand. He starts rubbing your back to calm you down. Sadly, his remedy doesn't work and you throw up again.
"I'm going to get you some sweatpants." he explains, then bolts out of the room. You flush the toilet and sit back against the cold wall. You kick off your heels and start trying to unzip your dress, but the zipper is in the back and you can't reach it. Luke comes jogging back in and sets the clothes on the counter and comes down to your level and starts unzipping your dress after seeing you struggle with it. He gets you to stand up slowly and slips the dress off. He hands you a pair of his sweats and you slip them on. He also gives you one of his bro tanks and you put that on. You feel another wave coming through you and you sit back down and throw up. Somehow, Luke caught your hair through all of that and none of it got in the way. You know that you didn't eat too much of the sauce, so this should be one of the last times, but you didn't know for sure. He sits back down and starts rubbing huge circles with his full hand on your back. Your stomach feels like it's settling and you try to stand up using the corner of the counter, but you're pretty weak from throwing up all that food. Luke notices and stands up and brings you to your feet. He runs back upstairs and grabs your toothbrush and toothpaste and hands it to you. You brush all the gross taste out of your mouth and you turn to face him. He grabs your hand to guide you and when you reach the bottom of the stairs, you feel way too weak to even think about climbing them. He swiftly picks you up bridal style and carries you into bed. He lays you down under the covers and quickly changes out of his clothes to join you. Then he realizes you might need a backup plan. He runs downstairs and grabs a large plastic container and sets it next to your side of the bed then climbs into the other side.
"Thank you." you say, turning to face him.
"It's not problem. But now I know not to feed you gluten!" he smiles.
You smile and scoot closer to him, turning onto your stomach and putting a hand across his bare stomach and entangling your legs.
"I love you." you whisper, nuzzling your head near his shoulder.
"I love you too, baby." he smiles and kisses your head.
"But can you do me a favor?" he asks.
"What?"
"If you throw up, can you throw up in the bucket and not on me?" he giggles.
You jokingly hit his bicep and laugh, "you dick."
"But I'm your dick!"
You start laughing uncontrollably until he realizes what he said.
"You know what I meant!" he laughs.
"I'm sure I do." you smile and rest your head back on his chest.
