Young Love

Chapter Fifty

Julianna's POV:

I knocked on Andrews door before walking in.

I heard a low 'Come in'.

I walked in & saw him sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

"Um, Andrew is sleep so I'm about to leave.", I said.

"Alright. See ya'.", he said before sniffling.

"Are you crying?", I asked.

"No.", he mumbled.

I walked & stood in front of him, between his legs & removed his hands from his face only to see tears heavily streaming down his face.

"Yes you are. Why are you crying?", I asked before wiping his face.

"I just lost the smartest, most beautiful girl in my life, I'm entitled to cry. Feels like my life us falling completely apart.", he said quietly.

"Andrew, don't start this. Please.", I said.

"No. Not until you take me back. Babe, I'm sorry. It was the biggest mistake I've ever made & it won't happen again.", he cried.

I went to walk away but he grabbed my hand, pulling me closer to him & crying on my stomach.

"Please, don't leave. I need you. My own son won't listen to me.", he cried, hugging my waist tightly.

"Andrew, when is the last time you ate something?", I asked changing the subject.

"Almost 3-5 days ago.", he said, snuggling closer into my chest.

"Wow, Andrew, baby. You're burning up!", I said removing his head from my stomach. I placed the back of my hand to his forehead & it literally felt like I stuck my hand on a stove.

"I'm fine.", he mumbled.

"No you're not. Lay back. I'm going to get a thermometer.", I said.

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"102.5", I read off the thermometer.

"I'm not sick.", Andrew said.

"Yes you are. You have a temperature of 102 & you're sweating buckets.", I said.

"I feel fine.", he said, wiping sweat off his forehead.

"If you're fine then go put on your winter jacket & go to sleep in it.", I said, folding my arms across my chest.

"No way.", he complained.

"Well then, shut up & just accept the fact that you're sick.", I said before walking out the room.

I made him some chicken noodle soup, grabbed a bottle of water, a glass of orange juice & some medicine before taking it all back upstairs.

I walked in the room & saw Andrew stuck in his t-shirt trying to take it off.

"What are you doing?", I asked, trying to contain my laughter but failed miserably.

"Don't laugh at me. Please help me.", he said.

I sat the tray on his dresser before helping Andrew untangle himself. I took the shirt off him & he fell back on the bed & sighed in relief.

"Now can you eat your soup please?", I asked.

He nodded his head & sat up so he could eat his soup.

A couple minutes later I looked over & saw Andrew was completely finished with his food.

"Since you're finished you can take your medicine.", I said.

"You know what, I feel perfectly fine after I ate the soup.", he said.

"Andrew, take the medicine.", I said.

"I don't wannaaaa! It's nastyyyy!", he whined like a 3 year old.

"Take the medicine or I'll call your Mom.", I said sternly.

"Don't tell Mama.", he said.

"Well then take the medicine.", I said.

He let out a loud frustrated grunt before taking his medicine.

I always win!

I sat on the foot of the bed & watched as Andrew's eyes became droopy.

"Julie?", he said.

"Yes?"

"Can we cuddle?", he said sluggishly.

"Andrew-"

"Just until I fall asleep. Then you can leave.", he said.

I guess I don't always win.

I laid down only to have Andrew bury his warm face in my chest.

"Andrew, I don't think a face full of breast is going to make you feel better.", I chuckled.

"I beg to differ. I feel my fever going down as we speak.", he said with his head still in my chest.

When Andrew fell asleep, I felt my eyes start to close & not to long after I fell asleep too.