Two Parts Of One [ BxB ]

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Brian

"Baby, wake up." Aaron said, gently shaking me awake.

"Five more minuets." I whined, pulling the blankets closer to me. I felt as tired as I felt yesterday if not worse. I had a dull ache in my head and throat, my body feeling more heavy than it should.

"It's already noon. Sleeping this much isn't good for your body." He said, sitting at the edge of the bed and gently caressing my back.

"Don't you want some fresh air?" He asked. "You can even meet some of the pack members." I shook my head. "I don't want to be around people right now." I said, peeking at him.

"You can wash up and I'll feed you then." He said. I sat up and stretched my aching limbs, staring at him blankly as I blinked sleep away from my eyes.

"I have important guests so I won't be with you the whole day." He said, earning an absentminded nod from me. "When will you be back?" I asked as he intertwined our fingers together.

"Later on." He said, I nodded again. "Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" He asked as he carried me out of bed and went to the bathroom with me. He set me on the toilet seat, kneeling in front of me.

"Are you feeling better than yesterday?" He asked earning a shake of my head from me. "No, I don't think." I replied, biting my lip.

This was nice. It felt nice having someone fuss over me and care for me as gently as Aaron did. It almost made me forget that he was the reason I was sick to begin with. Almost.

It also proved the trend that people in my life babied me whenever I was sick. "Take a bath and I will go make you some food." He said, earning a lazy nod from me as I began undressing myself.

"Would you like a change of clothes?" He asked. "No, thank you." I replied, entering the bathtub. I was most likely going to spend another day sleeping, I didn't see the need to wear anything besides that hoodie.

I was growing attached to the hoodie. A thanks owed to my attachment issues. It was big, warm and soft. It provided safety and protection, carrying Aaron's cool peppermint scent.

I was also growing attached to Aaron. Could this be considered a form of Stockholm Syndrome or was I just warming up to my mate? I sighed, finishing up my washing up.

After finishing up with everything, I went back to the room and slipped back into the covers.

Aaron came in moments later, carrying a bowl of steaming soup. "Do you want me to feed you?" He asked, sitting next to me. "Mmh." I hummed, parting my lips so he could feed me spoonfuls.

"Are you full?" Aaron asked as soon as the bowl was empty. "Yeah, I think." I said, biting my lip in thought. He intertwined our fingers, bring my hand up to his lips before planting a soft kiss on my knuckles.

"Aaron?" I begun softly. I swallowed hard, I was threading on thin ice but I needed to speak to Greg. I didn't know whether this would anger Aaron or not. I guess I would have to find out.

"Yeah?" He asked, flashing me a soft smile. It reassured me, the worst he could he had already done right?

"Can I speak to Greg over the phone?" I asked gingerly, batting my eyelashes with a soft smile sat on my face. If I was going to do this, might as well use all my charms.

"I think my being sick has something to do with the distance between us." I added with a whisper, lacing our fingers together. He sighed, tightening his grip on my hand.

"Danny will bring you the phone." He said, his tone resigned. "I have to go now." He said. "Goodbye kiss?" I asked cutely, pointing to my lips. That should seal the deal.