When Two Become One

31- Care

//Aisha

My hand went up to trace the scar Aneel had on his chest. I let out a sigh and then moved that little bit closer to him.

"Always touching me, aren't you?" he asked. I rolled my eyes. Why did he always do that? Couldn't he just let me touch him without him knowing? "You okay?"

"I'm good. Still feel like shit but a lot, lot better than yesterday." He sighed as he ran a hand down my back. His hand then went to my cheek and I looked up at him. "What's up?"

"Nothing." He gave me a small smile but I knew he was hiding something.

"Stop keeping secrets." He shook his head, pulling me in closer. "Aneel, what's wrong?"

"I don't want to go to work and leave you here. I'm meant to be looking after you-"

"I'm a grown woman, I can look after myself. You're going to work, Aneel and that's that."

"No. I want to stay here with you." Aneel smiled at me, patting over my hair. "Because I love you. A lot."

"Aneel, come on." He groaned and buried his face in my neck. I felt his fingers running up and down my back again. I tried my best to straighten up but my stomach was still killing me. Aneel's hand softly rubbed against my stomach, putting the slightest pressure on it. Soon the pain reduced.

He lifted his head up as he kissed the bottom of my jaw. "Better?" I smiled at him and slowly sat up. He dropped his head onto my lap, hugging my thighs. "Have I told you how much I love your thighs?"

"Yes you have. Expressed it in quite explicit terms actually." I heard his laugh. I looked down at him and shook my head. "I love you." Within seconds his lips were on mine. I pulled away with a laugh to which he only smiled.

"I'm so glad I met you. If someone told me I could ever feel this much happiness I would have told them they were lying. But with you...I'm so sorry for hurting you."

His hand ran through my hair until it got stuck in the knots. He cursed under his breath and I giggled. So much for the romantic gesture. He kissed me again, this time pulling me up from the bed. "Breakfast."

"I'll go-"

"No. I'm gonna make some porridge. And no you are not making it because you can't do it." I smiled at him innocently. I really couldn't blame him for saying that. There was this one time he came over and I was making porridge...didn't end that well. So he ended up making it for the family. "Don't look so innocent, my love. Come, I'll teach you." I wrinkled my nose as he dragged me to the bathroom. He handed me my toothbrush and I gently took it off him. I watched as his focus went on trying to squeeze the toothpaste onto his own brush. His eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed. When he finally put the perfect amount on, he smiled and handed it over to me.

It's so strange how once you're in love with someone you start to fall in love with the smallest things to do. I mean come on, how is putting toothpaste on a toothbrush even beautiful? But he makes it so special, as though he has to give it all his attention because if he doesn't then something will go wrong.

//

Breakfast went by quietly but Aneel kept on leaning over and kissing the top of my head every few minutes. I couldn't hide the smile as he did so. He was so sweet and loving that made me so happy.

"Your throat okay?"

I nodded my head. He kissed my hand and I smiled again. "Thank you for asking. It's just a little sore but nothing I can't handle." He sighed.

"Your stomach-"

"Again, a little bit of pain but nothing I can't handle. And yes, I will call you if I get worse or if I start vomiting again." I looked across at him as he slouched in his grey suit.