He's not good for.
That's what everybody says.
Carlton lassiter will drag you down.
All he cares about is his guns.
Well I don't see anybody else making me waffles and kissing me gently when I'm sick. "Killl mee" I groan.
"You're okay" he rolls his eyes holding a rag to my forehead.
"Don't you have work?" I ask looking into his deep blue eyes I wish I could swim in.
"I'm taking the day off."
"Lassie is taking a day-" a break out coughing.
"For you yes, here drink some Gatorade" I sit up and take a sip after getting my coughing under control.
"You're fine baby" he kisses my forehead and then gets up.
"Ah come back." I groan.
"One second" he walks back in with a bowl of something steamy.
"Food?" I ask.
"Food sit up" he sits next to me and hands me the bowl. I let small moans out as I devour it. "I love you." He kisses my temple. I put the bowl down and lay my head on his shoulder.
"Mm hmm" I cuddle into him. He pets my hair as I fall asleep.
"He'll be fine."
"Ok if you need any help like a babysitter I'm here" the rough voice leaves.
"Mm boyfriends parents... So so annoying. I can handle a sick person. Love and soup is what they need." Lassiter sighs.
"Youre doing a great job" I sit up.
"Oh..uh... You heard that?" Lassie asks.
"I did, baby." I walk over and wrap my arms around him.
"How're you feeling?" He puts his hand on my forehead.
"Good. A lot better. I told you cuddles make everything better."
"Well you still have a small fever but nothing a movie can't fix" he grabs his dinner and then we sit down on the couch.
"I love you"
"I know." We watch the movie and then go to bed. I wake up before lassie feeling a lot better.
"Shawn" lassie groans. "I think I'm sick."
The end.
