"Thanks darling for today. I owe you a lot of things. There's too much. I-" Corbyn cut me off before I finish my words. "Nope. No need to thank me. It's all on me. I'm your husband. I'm gonna treat you like my queen" "aww you're so sweet" I say and we both kiss.
Corbyn starts to work on the photos that had been taken by himself. For your information, he's a really successful photographer. He's been touring with some famous celebrities such as Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello and Billie Eilish. I'm happy to see he's doing the thing that he loves.
But sometimes, I think that I'm his dream crusher. I don't know but it seems like I'm his burden. I'm the one that makes everything worse. He needs to take care of me which is super annoying while he could still do his job. I feel so guilty. If I could turn back time, I'd like to make he doesn't even know me. By that, he doesn't need to marry me. He could enjoy his works without being interrupt by me. Happy ending!
"Hey, what are you thinking?" He asks, a sweet smile plastered on his beautiful face.
"You know, just some random stuff." I reply. "Don't over thinking stuff honey. You know, it's not good for your health." He smiles and continues with his work.
I get up from our bed and get downstairs. It quite boring because there's nothing to do since I'm sick.
I look at our laundry basket in the laundry room. There's a lot of work I need to do. I decide to work on the laundry.
I'm about to work on the laundry but this headache really disturbing. I'm strong. It's not that hard. I get up and starting to sort the clothes. "Ouch my head" I groan. The laundry basket that I'm holding loosened from my grip. I'm on the floor right now.
"Honey, what are- Oh my Gosh. What are you doing. Don't do this. You can't. All works on me remember?" Corbyn comes and pick me up like a bridal style then put me on the couch in the living room.
I can't even see the world. It turns black. All I see is darkness. Darkness. Like my life.
20 minutes later
Oh. I'm not die yet. I still can see the life. "Hey, did I wake you up?" A soothing voice which belongs to my lovely husband sounds. I'm not in the living room anymore. Corbyn must had carried me into our room.
"No. It just me. Umm. I don't know" I reply. "Here, I made you a chicken soup. You'll going to love this" he says and hands me a bowl of chicken soup.
"Ayye. Nope. It's all on me" Corbyn cut me off before I want to grab the spoon. He takes the spoon full of chicken soup and feed me like a baby.
"Here we go. The other train's coming. Chew chew" he says and feed me another spoon of chicken soup. He's so cute. I'm giggling so did he.
"Okay, now let mommy feed her daddy" I say and feed him with the same spoon. He's too cute. He put the bowl asides. We stare into each other eyes.
"You know what, you look so beautiful" he says while cupping me face. "So are you" I say and squeeze his face. We both kiss and pull away after 30 seconds.
"I love you" I say. "I love you too" he reply. "Are you sure? Cause I think I'm just your burden. I'm your dream crusher" I exclaims. "What? You really think of that? No. Never!" He exclaims and smashes his lip on mine.
We cuddle a little until he says "Okay, so tell me why did you do that?" "Did what?" I ask innocently.
"The laundry. How many times I need to tell you that you don't need to do the house chores?" He sounds disappointed. "That's my responsibility. That's why I need to do it" I reply.
"No, you're sick. You just need to rest" he speaks.
"That's why I think that you don't love me. I'm sick. I can do nothing. You regret married to me. I'm sorr-"
"No, honey. I love you so so much Christina Marie Harris Besson. You just need to rest. It's all on me. I'm the one that need to take care of you. I'm your husband. I need to protect you. I don't even regret married to you. I love you so freaking much. No one can replace you" He gives me a warm smile.
"Okay, so my honey bunny, you need to take your medicine. Here we go" he gives me a white tablet and a glass of water. I swallow it and lean on his chest.
Out of the nowhere, I feel something coming out my throat. I change the position to the sitting position. I cough a couple time.
"Honey, are you okay?" Corbyn asks while patting my back and hands me a glass of water. "Here, have some"
I grab the water and start to drink them. I feel relieved but then I vomit. Then, I run to our bathroom. I vomit again and again in the toilet bowl. I feel a warm hand caresses my back.
"Let all out. Everything will be fine" he soothes me.
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