"How are you feeling?" Jesus asks as he sits down on your bed. "Not better.", since three days you feeling sick, your stomach hurts and you feel powerless . He pulls up your shirt and kisses your belly. "Turn to the left side." He says. Carefully he presses his body on your back and starts to stroke your belly with his fingertips. You let out a small moan. "That feels so good." You sigh and you can feel his smile in your neck.
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"I'm so worried, (Y/N). I can't lose you. " Jesus whispers. "You will never lose me, I promise." He bites his lower lip before he kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your nose and finally your lips. He tastes like hope. A hope you didn't have before you met him. "I love you, (Y/N)." He mumbles against your lips.
