~Fragments~ Lippa One Shots

You are a Noodle

Request by: darkdisrepair (hope this is what you wanted)

    Phillipa woke up at 1am with a dry throat, then woke up again at 3am naseous. Then one more time at 7am to vomit.

    There was no way in hell she was doing a show with singing, dancing and spinning...so much spinning. She reached out for her phone, finding a contact easily.

    'Lin, I'm sick. Sore throat, Naseous, sneezing. If my understudy can't come in I'll be there just let me know Xoxo- Pippa'

   She sent before running up from the couch again, into the bathroom, onto her knees over the toilet. "What did I eat?" She whispers.

   'Don't worry about it. I'm taking tonight off to come see you. It doesn't feel right that my stage wife is sick and I'm not there for her. I'll be there soon. Xoxo- Lin'

   She read. She couldn't help but smile yet frown, seeing the word "stage" in front of wife and she was mad that it did. She wasn't suppose to fall for him no she was only suppose to act like it. But to act as such and act like you're in love with someone a part of you really does need to have love and admiration for the other. A quality both possessed arguably to much of...

    He opened the door softly. "Pippa?" He calls quietly. "Couch" he hears back and then a sneeze so kitten like he chuckles. "I brought noodle soup" he says walking over, she reaches greatfully. "I feel like a noodle" she states, as we walks to the kitchen to grab a spoon. As he comes back handing her the spoon he says "you are a noodle" before kissing her forehead. "Don't I'm sick" she says swatting away his face as she sits up. He only chuckles at a clearly very tired Phillipa.

    "I don't really care" he says, she gives him a look of "well I do" and returns to her soup. "Lin" she says, he turns to her. "Yes?" He asks, she smiles putting her soup on the coffee table and hugging him. "I love you" she speaks into his chest. "I love you too" he returns kissing the top of her head. "And also from earlier" she starts pulling put of the hug. She presses a finger to his chest. "You're the noodle!" She says sticking out her tounge but sneezes. "Bless you noodle" he says with a smirk. "Oh shut up and let me enjoy my soup" she says, he just smiles and shakes his head....