"Lukeyyy..." You whined. It was a little after five a.m. And it was the third time you've woken up because of your upset stomach. "Hold on a second, babe." He said, grabbing the water bottle that was on the dresser. He handed me two painkillers, and then the water.
He sat beside me as I took them, and then kissed my cheek. "I'm sorry." He whispered, and I laid my head down on his shoulder. He rubbed my back, and buried his nose in my hair.
"I'll call the studio and tell them I can't come in tomorrow. Me and Michael can trade schedules. I wanna stay home with you." He said, and kissed the top of my head.
"You don't have to. I'll be okay." I said, but he shook his head, and sat cross cross, pulling me onto his lap. "I wanna stay here. I like taking care of you." He whispered in my ear while pushing my hair behind it.
"I love you." I whispered, and pecked his jaw. "I love you, too."
We sat there in the dimly lit room for a while, just holding each other. With just him being there, I felt a lot better.
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Luke Hemmings Imagines
RandomA book full of imagines and one-shots that I write when I'm bored (:
