Claire Bear (M.A.D)

Chapter Nine

A/N: 

So sorry I haven't updated in so long guys I've had so much going on and to be honest, I completely forgot about this... 

Okay, I know an apology isn't going to be enough but maybe, after reading this part, you'll be willing to forgive me? No? How about I promise to try hard to update a little more often? Not enough? Well, why don't you have a read anyway, you might like it. 

Claire

The fairground is still one of my favourite dates to look back on. It was so fun the way we ran around like small children, sticking our noses in sticky pink candyfloss and reaching dizzying heights on the brightly-lit Ferris Wheel and winning cute stuffed animals on the stalls. I loved the way Michael's eyes lit up as they reflected the colourful lights and the way his smile just never left his face. I also loved the way he was all sleepy and cute as we drove home, cuddling up to me in the back of the car and falling asleep, the stuffed lizard he'd won on 'hook-a-duck' clutched tightly in his arms like a child. 

The next day I woke up next to a very large duck. 

Okay, so it was stuffed, but it still gave me a heart attack.

I was alone in the bed apart from this large, yellow, stuffed duck which I guess Michael put there on purpose and the house was silent even though daylight was flooding in harshly through the curtains. 

I literally just rolled out of bed and dragged myself out of the room in desperate need of caffeine but as I walked past the bathroom a horrible stench hit my nose and I no longer needed waking up. I paused and gently knocked on the bathroom door. 

"Hang on." he croaked.

Oh, God.

That was Michael.

I heard the toilet flush and Michael opened the door looking like hell. 

"Michael, baby." I hugged him tightly. 

"I'm alright. Just too many sweets I guess." 

"Come on." I said and I took him back to bed. I tucked him in and he smiled.

"I'll be right back, okay?" I said and fetched a couple of glasses of water and some of this weird tasting milk stuff that settles the stomach. I took them up to the bedroom and put them on the bedside table before sitting on the edge of the bed beside Michael.

"This tastes gross, trust me. But also trust me when I say it'll help." I told him as I handed him the weird milk stuff. He sat up and drank it and then pulled a face. 

"That really is horrible." He exclaimed, his voice still quite raw.

"I know. There's water there."  I pointed to the bedside table where the glasses stood. He reached over and grabbed one, sipping it gratefully.

"Thank you baby girl." he said as he put the glass back on the bedside table.

"Anything for you sweetie." I said as I climbed into the bed and snuggled up to him. "Now get some rest." I told him as he lay down next to me and cuddled me back. 

We slept for a few hours longer before I woke up, fully rested and wriggled my way gently out of Michael's grip to grab a book and my phone. I climbed back in and let Michael wrap himself around me again just as he began to stir. 

"To; Dan: Bring me up some food?? I'm starving man" I texted. I got a reply almost instantly.

"From; Dan: Come get some yourself"

"To; Dan: Michael's ill and if I move I'll wake him up. Take pity on him and me and just bring me some toast or something man."

A few minutes later Dan came in with toast and a packet of crisps. He may joke around and take the piss a lot, but he really does care.

"Thanks, Dan." I smiled as he put the food on the empty side of the bed next to me. 

"To be fair, he really does look terrible." he whispered as he looked at Michael.

"I know. My poor baby." I said softly, mostly to myself or maybe to Michael, I don't know but as Dan closed the door softly I planted a soft kiss on Michael's forehead before turning my back to him and opening my book.