I woke up in his arms again this morning, his soft snoring filling the room. I can't help but smile to myself. He swears up and down that he doesn't snore. I love this dork with all my heart. He stirs slightly, mumbling something in his sleep. "No.. no Ashley, not the hairspray..." he mumbles and rolls over.
I bite my lip, holding in a giggle. He must be having a really weird dream.. Poor thing... his band mates are crazy. They must've tormented him during this last little tour they went on.
Crowe jumps up on the bed and nudges me, purring softly. I reach down and pet his head, scratching his ears. "Are you guys hungry too?" I whisper, trying not to wake Andy.
Crowe purrs and nuzzles against my neck. "Mama.." he mews.
"Okay bud.. Let's go make daddy some breakfast..." I say as I carefully get out of bed, searching for something to wear. I pick up one of Andy's shirts, putting it on and walking with Crowe out to the kitchen.
After I fed the cats, I cut up some fruit and made Andy and I each a plate of food. I grab the tray from the counter and carry it to the bedroom. Andy is no longer in bed. "Babe?" I call out, setting the tray down on the end table.
A groan comes from the en suite. "Andy? You okay?" I ask as I knock on the door.
"No.." He calls back after a few moments. I open the door slowly, finding him sitting on the floor near the toilet. He was pale as a ghost and sweating.
"Babe, what's wrong?" I ask as I bend down beside him.
"The room is spinning.. Make it stop.. Please..." he whined.
I carefully helped him up and back to the bedroom, laying him in bed.
"You stay here..." I say softly, kissing his cheek. He nods slowly and curled up under the covers.
I walked into the bathroom, grabbing the thermometer. If one of the guys from the band got him sick again, I swear I'll kick their asses myself. When Andy gets something, I usually end up with it afterwards. Ugh..
I know this is really short, but I got writers block. So shhhh.... please comment and tell me your thoughts so far. :) don't be afraid to say something, I don't bite.. hard.
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FanfictionAndy and Juliet have been trying for children for years. They were ready to give up until one morning Andy wakes up violently ill, what could be wrong with him? Andy never gets sick.