Thank you so much for the support! Love you guys to bits. I'm writing this during the time that Rosie is very ill and I got a tad bit inspired to do this part. If you guys want longer ones let me know. Also if you have any ideas let me know.
Rose's P.O.V
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I didn't expect what came next.
Rosie lay in bed, still and warm. Her blonde hair shaped her face so nicely I couldn't help but smile. But I had to wake my sleeping beauty.
"Rosie. Baby, I hate to wake you, you look so comfortable. But...you need to get up."
"No." Rosie mumbled, twisting to me, almost daring me to touch her.
"Rosie." I put my hand on her soft head. "No." Rosie pulled the covers over her face.
"Rosie, get the fuck up." I impatiently spat at her.
"But I-" Rosie started but I cut her off "Rosie, I don't want to hear excuses, now get your pretty ass out of bed." I walked out the room, my messy bun moved with me.
I trotted down the stairs to finish making her tea. It was half past 9 and I hoped she would be awake by now. It was one of our days off and I had planned a day for us to spend together. Maybe Rosie didn't want to. I really didn't know.
It was 10 now. I trotted back up the stairs, my hair down now. I said her name a few times, heck I even sang it. When I walked in the bedroom she was sat up at the end of the bed, her head in her hands. Her face looked pale and sick. Her blonde hair lost it's energy and there was no smile.
"Rosie?" I quickly sat next to her and lifted her head up.
"My head, it feels like there is a knife stabbing into it." She said leaning her head on my shoulder, squeezing my hand.
"Awe, baby lay down and i'll bring your tea." I said standing up, still holding her hand.
"No, Rose. I can't drink anything right now. I just want to lay down." She said standing now. her head on my shoulder once again.
"You sure?" I whispered in her ear then kissed it. "Yes, please." She let go of my hand and got back in bed. I shut the light off and closed the window. I remembered quickly how much she hated the dark and I plugged her nightlight in. I quickly bolted downstairs to grab her tea anyway. Wilma ran behind me, she looked confused yet interested in my where-abouts.
I quietly placed the tea on her bedside table and slowly got in bed next to her. I sat up next to her and stared at the wall, my thoughts turned into just a blank stare. I wasn't sad, just out of thoughts. I forgot about the plan for today and instead planned to take care of Rosie. My thoughts went blank again. I felt Rosie turn over and put her head on my thigh, I got excited then remembered she's sick. Dammit. I stroked her hair and I could feel her head get heavier until she fell asleep. I wasn't as sleepy so I went back to the amazing game of staring at the wall, how fun.
Rosie stayed asleep, her breath soft and warming. Her face was warm to the touch, weirdly enough her head wasn't hot at all, in fact, it was quite normal. I ignored that and moved Rosie's head to her pillow and got up. I changed into a different pair of PJ's, the room felt cold when I took my shirt off. I searched for a new shirt, perfectly folding everyone I touched.
"You look nice babe." Rosie quietly said, still tired and sick. "Go back to sleep baby." I found a shirt and slid it on. Wilma walked with me as I walked out to get my laptop from the downstairs bathroom, don't ask why it was in there. I grabbed it, it's cold case making my fingers tingle a little. I sprinted up the stairs to Rosie. I once again sat next to her and realized that I wouldn't have time for the laptop so I put it down and bolted back down the stares, damn, I better loose weight from this.
I went back to the kitchen and grabbed the medicine for Rosie's head. I looked around for it but it wasn't there. I found my self shouting and pounding my fist on the bathroom counter. I kept looking until I heard Rosie come up behind me. She touched my shoulder and I twisted back around.
"Rosie, you should be in bed!" I said walking out of the bathroom.
"I want'ed to make sure you were okay, I heard you scream and I worried...." Rosie was serious and looked fucking amazing in her PJ's. Stop it Rose.
"Thank you, now get back to bed." I was out of breath at this point, running up and down the stairs for Rosie.
"Alright then." Rosie walked off, I swear I heard her crackle a laugh but I think it was just my head. I forgot about the medicine and went to make her a soft breakfast. I grabbed the bread and her boring not actual food butter (Author's note: I love Rosie but I feel like that was a Rose thing to say, no hate please).
As I brought it up I swear I could hear talking, i'm going crazy at 30, fun. I put the toast on the table next to her and she smiled. I stroked her hair and placed a kiss on the top of her head. I ran back downstairs to get her a few more blankets and pillows.
I came back up, really out of breath now. I threw the pillow at Rosie's face. I snickered as it hit her face. She rubbed her face and pouted. "Rose." She sternly stared me down as I placed the other blankets on her. I, still holding back my laughter, finally sat down. It was now 1, holy shit. It's 1? Time flies bye. By now I was starting to get sleepy. I laid myself down next to Rosie and snuggled next to her, she snuggled me as well. I fell asleep not remembering much of the rest of the day, I just remember telling Rosie as I was falling asleep, "Rosie, you smell nice."
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