#32
"Feeling any better yet?" Beau asks, standing over you as you lay on the couch under a blanket. You look up at him and weakly shake your head as he sighs and crosses his arms. "Well what are we gonna do with you? I can't deal with my girly being so ill." he sighs, getting down on to his knees and stroking the side of your head and hair. You just look at him with your big eyes, too tired to reply. He sighs and stands up, walking towards the TV. He takes your favourite Disney film and puts it in the DVD player, turning around just to see your grin as he hits play. He walks back over to you as the opening credits begin to run and lifts your legs up, sitting down and then resting them on his lap. "I'm taking care of you until you're feeling better, baby." he says sweetly, massaging your feet. You try and sit up but he stops you. "No, rest!" he laughs, gently pushing you back down on to the couch and fixing the blanket. You grab his hand and hold it as tightly as you can.
"I love you." you whisper weakly, looking into his eyes.
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