Maybe It was You

Cat valentine day

February 13, 2016 - Saturday night.

I was literally dying. I don't know what it is but I'm so fucking sick.. Ricky has been doing his best to take care of me, but I'm just so sick. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, so I pretty much screwed our first one together up. than on top the fucking Grammys is Monday and I have to present & THAN GO TO AN AFTER PARTY LIKE WHAT THE FUCK..

Speaking of my amazing fiancé. "baby, here take some medicine." Ricky says holding up a lil tablespoon shot of nasty red looking shit, that taste like death.

Looking over at Strauss barking at Ricky,  Ricky picks him up petting him. "mommysssss sick huh boy.. huh!" he says getting Strauss all worked up while Toulouse and cinnamon are knocked out cuddling at the foot of the bed.

"do I have to take this?" I pout as Ricky and Strauss both nod, what the fuck Strauss you don't even understand me. "but it taste soooo nastyyyyy." I whine trying to hand it back to him as he shakes his head. "Ariana take it, cmon baby. it's gonna make you get better." he says, sighing softly I gulp down that nasty toxin , quickly grabbing my Starbucks my baby went to go get me.

"is you and mom watching movies huh boy?" Ricky says laying on my legs messing with Strauss. "babyyyy." I whine trying to get his attention. "hmm what's up?" he says putting Strauss down crawling up to me laying partially on me.

"what are we gonna do tomorrow?" I pout making him chuckle, "nothing. your sick."

"but babbbyyy."

"no buts your ass needs to get better." he says resting his chin down on my stomach. "I'm so pissed." I huff crossing my arms. "huh I'm so pissed." he mocks me, "why are you being mean." I pout making him grin. "I love you toooo."

"I wanna do something tomorrow.. it's our first Cat Valentine day together." I pout as he grins crawling up too me. "fine than we will watch every episode of victorious tomorrow!" he grins pecking my lips.

"ugh that's not what I meant!" I huff making him chuckle. "yes baby I know, ok grumpy sick Ariana. but your sick. You need to rest, so your not doing anything." he says pecking my lips and cheeks trying to get me to smile. "I hate my life." I groan rolling away from him, for him to only lift me bring me right back. "lovvvvvveee me babbbyyy." he pouts so cutely, hehe. "but I'm 'sick'" I quote rolling my eyes, "are you sure you had your period was last weeks and not this week?" he asks making me just glare at him. "um yes asshole!"

"I'm playing I know, trust me! I KNOW. cause every time your on your period your sprawl all out in the damn bed." he says making me giggle. "sorry cramps."

"yeahhhh uh huh, look just rest for me ok baby? tomorrow isn't gonna suck but we are staying home all day so I'm sorry.. but yeah." he whispers pecking my pouty lips, while he stands up walking  to leave the room. "can I have another kiss." I ask shyly making him chuckle, turning back around. Laying back how he was he lowers his big lips on to mine. "where are you going?" I pout.

"I'm going try to figure out what the hell we are gonna eat tomorrow." he grins. "what nasty vegan dish you want beautiful." he says making me slap his arm. "such an ass..."

"sick or not my baby still is strong as fuck with hitting me." he chuckles leaning down pecking my lips over and over. "I'll surprise you."

"sounds lovely." I mumble watching him walk out the bedroom. Shit i feel terrible, sighing softly I turn around cuddling with my puppies for now while there daddy is downstairs.