"Ow, ow, careful. Ow." Louis cried as I helped him into our bed, just now getting home from the hospital at three in the morning.
"Oh, I’m sorry, babe." I said sympathetically, pulling some pajama’s out of his drawer for him.
He was already shirtless from having to get stitched up, so all I had to do was help him change his pants. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off, replacing them with his favorite plaid pjs.
"Thank you." he said sleepily, taking my hand in his.
"Do you need anything? I could get you something to drink or eat. Do you need to p-"
"Babe."
"Yea?"
"Just cuddle with me." Louis laughed, pulling me down into a kiss. I giggled and laid down next to him, curling into his side, careful to not touch his stitches.
His bare, tender chest was warm against my cheek, heating my entire body. I closed my eyes and listened to Louis’ beating heart, trying to push the thought of being the cause of his pain out of my brain. Tears caressed my eyelids, making me nuzzle deeper into Louis embrace.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked softly, moving to sit up, but retreating with a unsuccessful whimper.
"I am so sorry. I feel horrible." I whispered into his shoulder, making his arm hold me closer to him.
"Gum Drop, don’t cry." he grumbled into my ear, stroking my hair.
"Gum Drop?" I giggled, wiping at my nose with the back of my hand.
"Or Juicy Fruit, or Pookums, or Pop Tart, how about Short Cake? Oh, and my personal favorite, Sexeh Mama." he smiled as I sat up so I could hover over him, my eyes still wet.
"Okay, Snuggle Butt."
"Snuggle Butt? That’s the best you got?"
"Fine, how about… Dirty Boy? No. Hm, maybe Gooberhead. Yea, I like that one."
"So, we are the fabulous duo of Gooberhead and Sexeh Mama?" he chuckled, running the tips of his fingers down my back.
"I guess so. And thank you for distracting me, Gooberhead, but I’m seriously never going to stop feeling like I owe you for every thing you’ve done for me." I mumbled, staring up into his stain glass, perfect blue eyes.
"You know what?" he sighed, laying his head back and pulling me with him, closing his eyes along the way.
"What?" I breathed, kissing his cheek gently.
"I have the perfect way for you to repay me." he smirked, making me roll my eyes, “But you have to guess, Sexeh."
"Alright, um, lets see, I don’t know- sex?" I answered sarcastically, tracing hearts into his bare skin.
"Nope." he smiled, popping the ‘p’.
"Then I have no clue, food?"
"No, again. Do I have to tell you?" he poked my tummy, making me giggle and squirm.
"Yes, you do."
"Just give me Lots Of Love."
"Love?"
"Lots of it."
"I think that’s doable."
"Good."
"Good."
"I don’t really mind taking this battle wound for you."
"I do."
"Well, I love you, and I’ll take any pain if it meant saving you from some, even if it prevents something as small as a paper cut." he stated, giving me a long, tender kiss with his soft lips.
"I love you so much." I whispered against him, moving so my stomach was pressed tightly against the side of his torso.
"That’s all I ask." he smiled, kissing me one last time before both of us drifted off to sleep.
