A Team (Rdj Story)

A Not So Merry Christmas

"Babe, come on. Get up" Stacey placed her hand on Robert's shoulder and shook him a little.

She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion when he let out a very congested cough as he slept, making his body vibrate from the force.

"Robert, Robert babe, wake-up" Nothing. She turned him over to face her. "Robbie..." He opened his eyes slightly to look at her. Stacey smiled. "Baby, are you okay?" she asked him, worried. He buried his face into the pillow,

"ughhh" he groaned into the pillow. He lifted his head up regretting it Immediately as the whole room started to spin. He closed his eyes. "Yeah. M'fine" he sniffled. Stacey raised an eyebrow.

"Merry Christmas..." She smiled and pecked him on the lips.

"Merry Christmas, babe" He flinched when she placed her ice cold hand onto his fore head, checking for a fever of some sort. Automatically, she pulled her hand away in shock, gasping.

"Robert, your boiling up...and when I say boiling up, I mean BOILING hot, I'm surprised your not blowing steam out of your ears"

Robert sat up, slowly in bed and looked at her. He grabbed her hands in his and looked into her eyes. "I already know that I'm hot, Stacey, no need to drool over me..." She punched his arm lightly and he smiled. "I am FINE, babe. Don't worry, I get like this in the cold weather, nothing some soup can't get rid of" He reassured her. Or better yet, tried to reassure her.

"I want you to get a long, warm shower, get dressed and get your little ass down stairs while I get you some soup" he smiled.

"Can't you join me in the shower?" he pouted and she nodded her head.

"And why would I do that?"

Robert gave his best puppy dog face, "Because you love me?"

Stacey smiled at him and pecked his lips, he done a fist bump in his head, thinking that he had her, when she pulled away and left the room, smiling at him as he sat there on the bed.

"Hurry up, don't want the soup to get cold do you?" She yelled as she literally jumped down the stairs.

"Worth a shot" he mumbled, standing up. Suddenly, he sneezed, causing him to fall back onto the bed. He sat up and rubbed his head. "Ugh...Merry fucking Christmas"

Stacey made the soup, thinking about Robert. He didn't seem to be his cheery self. She was a little worried in case he was hiding something.

Robert walked down stairs, shirtless, with a towel around his neck and a pair of sweats on. He wrapped his arms around Stacey's waist and buried his face into the crook of her neck. He planted a soft, sweet kiss there, making Stacey smile.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, as she turned around to face him, picking his face up in her hands. Robert sniffled.

"Better. After the shower" he pecked her on the lips and buried his face into her neck again. Stacey smiled at him, loving the comfort he gave her, yet, he seemed to be a little bit more clingy than normal.

"Sweetie, I do have something to tell you though" he mumbled into her neck. She widened her eyes.

"What?" she asked, worried.

He looked at her, "I need to go away for a while" he smiled sadly. She furrowed her eyebrows.

"What-Why?"

"Well, I got a job offer over in New York-"

"And you took it?" she asked him in disbelief. Robert sighed.

"I had no Choice, babe"

"Of course you did Rob!" she exclaimed, pushing him back a little. He looked at her pleadingly.