Bellingham Imagines

Jude Bellingham - Worried pt.2

warning: mention of disordered eating, exhaustion and overworking

Jude spent the night at your house after the two of you freshened up the house and laid down on the couch, watching some tv before getting to bed and getting a deserved night of sleep you desperately needed.
The next morning was weird, you were excited, for the first time in months.

"Good Morning, my love." A voice pulled you out of your trance.

"Good morning." You said, turning to your side to look in Jude's eyes.

"How are you?" He asked, stroking some hair out of your face.

"Yeah, good." You answered, nuzzling your head into Jude's chest.

He held you tighter, almost afraid of letting you go again.

You enjoyed this moment, just the two of you laying with each other and not having to worry about anything at the time.

Until something growling broke the silence.
"Are you hungry, babe?" Your boyfriend asked softly.

"I- I guess not really." You answered shyly.

"You are, I could hear your stomach growling miles away.

How about I make us some food. You can take it slow,okay?" He said, trying to reassure you.

But the uneasy feeling didn't leave. It wasn't that you forced yourself to starve. You were content with your body. It was just that in times when you were studying, food felt like a reward you had to earn and you couldn't let that thought go.

After Jude showered, he immediately got started on making breakfast while you took a shower.

When you got down, the smell of pancakes welcomed you, your favorite.

"Hey! I'm making pancakes, they're almost done." Jude said enthusiastically, looking at you coming towards him.

"Smells amazing," you said, sliding onto one of the stools at the kitchen counter. The sight of Jude moving around your kitchen so effortlessly made your chest warm. His hair was still damp from his shower and he wore an old T-shirt and sweatpants that made him look impossibly comfortable.

He glanced at you over his shoulder, his smile as bright as the morning sunlight filtering through the windows.

"You deserve the best breakfast, so that's what you're getting."

You smiled, resting your chin on your hand as you watched him flip a pancake with practiced ease. It was strange, this sense of calm. For months, your mornings had been a blur of rushing, stress, and neglected meals.

Now, with Jude here, everything felt slower, softer, like the world had finally decided to give you a break.
"Plates are in the same place, right?" Jude asked, already moving toward the cupboard.

"Yeah," you replied, and he chuckled at your lazy response.

"You're just going to sit there and let me do all the work, huh?"

You shrugged playfully. "I mean, you did offer."

He rolled his eyes with a grin and set two plates on the counter. He served up a stack of golden pancakes, then placed the plates in front of you. The pancakes were perfectly fluffy, topped with fresh berries and a drizzle of syrup.

Jude sat across from you, his elbows resting on the counter as he watched you pick up your fork. "Try it," he urged.

You hesitated, the unease creeping back in. But Jude's patient expression, so open, so kind, helped push it back.