Long Way Home [Lashton bxb] ✔️

THE WINTER [CHAP.45]

I woke up at 11 and he was still passed out inside my arm. I loosen my grip around him and pull away slowly. I left the bedroom and walked to the kitchen. Greeting my parent who was in the family room and makes breakfast for myself and Ash. Scared that I might burn the house down, I just made two burgers and French fries. I brought mine to the family room and sit next to my mum. Leaning my shoulder to her as she ruffled my hair.

"How was it?" She asked I swallowed the foods inside my mouth before answering,

"It was really fun, his brother's friends isn't that bad although two of them seems like can't talk English properly. The one that can talk English quite well is nice and quite funny. I thank god that none of them trying to make a move towards Ai. We sang, we danced, and we ate while joking around."

"Where's Ash by the way?" Dad asked me.

"Still pass out. He drank one and a half glass of Moet et Chandon and three glass of cocktail. Ended up tipsy but not that bad to get drunk."

"Poor little boy. Did you make him some breakfast too?"

"Yea, it's in the microwave," I said as I put down my plate on the table. I cuddle to my mum while watching the CSI and my dad slowly massaging my shoulder.

Ai walked out of her room a half hour later and she walked toward us with an empty plate in her hand. She put it next to mine and cuddle to dad. We continue to watch the CSI just like that until it was around two and mum told me to wake Ash up.

I kiss her cheek and put my and Ai's dirty plate in the sink before I walk upstairs with Ash's breakfast in my hand. He was already sitting on the bed looking around the room and smile warmly once he noticed me.

"Afternoon, sleepyhead." I greeted him as I putting down the plate on the bedside table.

"Your head okay?"

"It's fine I guess, why?"

"You don't remember do you?" I asked as I sitting down next to him.

"I do remember you bring some Moet et Chandon and you took my last glass."

"Ohh good," I said silently thanking God that he didn't remember calling me daddy.

"And I also remember calling you bossy daddy." He said giggling like a teenage girl. Damn it. Why he has to remember that too?

"Just eat now, and forget that thing." He giggled again but took the plate. He ate there in silent but once he looks at me, he'd giggling and then continue to eat.

He put the plate back on the bedside table, hovering me on the way before he sits down and hugs me.

"Thank you, daddy." He said giggling again.

"Fuck off Ash stop being that kinky lil bitch," I said shoving him off of me. He giggled again and rolling around the bed.

"My stomach aching now." He said pouting at the pain.

"Is it because the meals?" I asked worriedly, cause well I also ate the same thing but I'm all fine.

"No, it's not that. It's just aching."

"Stop rolling around and come over here," I said opening my arms.

He rolled towards me and throw his body into my arm. I stir his body so his back was on my chest. I don't know what to do, so I just hug him and rub his stomach praying to god the pain will go away. I gave him a glass of water and he drunk them in one breath.

"Try to sleep again, who knows if it'll go soon."

"Stay here will you?"

"Yeah, I'll stay." He turns his body around so he was straddling me and hug me like I'm a big teddy.

He falls asleep not long after that as a soft snore left his mouth. My mum opens the door quietly and cooed at the sight in front of her.

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah, I guess, just stomachache. His head's fine so he doesn't need an aspirin."

"I'll make him a soup so he can eat it once he woke up."

"Thanks, Mum," I said and she just gave me that tender smile.

I played on my phone and took some pictures of his sleeping figure. He looks so cute and innocent just like a baby.

I texted my bestie and they said they were in Thomas' house just chilling around because they've just woke up, obviously, there were still like 7.30AM or something. I just scroll through my Tumblr for an hour and a half straight until he starts to stirs and yawning like a lil kitten.

He looks up at me with that big hazel eyes and smiles sleepily. He kissed my chin and then lied his head on my chest again.

"Mum make you some soup, d'ya wanna try? It's good for your belly by the way." I asked as I patted his hair, just running my hand in his hairs. He looks up again and gave me that pouty looks.

"It's still aching isn't it?" I asked and he nodded his head and nuzzling his head under my chin.

"We'll see if the soup will help or nah. C'mon I'll carry you."

"I wanna walk." He mumbles tiredly.

"I'm carrying you, and that's final," I said and carried him downstairs. I put him on the couch beside my mum and I left him to take the soup.

When I walked back to the family room, my mum was hugging him and rubbing his belly.

"Look who's back with a bowl of soup." My mum said. He pulled away from my mum and leaned into me. I feed him the soup and in the small amount of times, he's already finished.

"Where are Ai and dad?" I asked my mum who was still rubbing Ash's belly.

"Dad in the room sending and reading some e-mails and your sister is in her room taking a nap. She falls asleep on dad." I just replied with a nodded and she looks up at me.

"Can you please bring me a bowl of warm water and a cloth?" She asked me and I nodded. She pulled Ashton toward her and hug him again. I did as told and grab a little towel then give them all to her.

"Hunny, can I please lift up your shirt a little?" She asked Ash and he nodded his head.

He always looks so fragile and tired and sleepy if something happens with his belly. He can keep acted all strong and shits when he has a fever or cold, but once it comes to his stomach, he'll fall down.

Mum lift his shirt up and put the soaked cloth on his stomach. She laid it there and rubbing his arm.

"Tell me if it doesn't feel that warm anymore." Once again, he just nodded his head.

She re-soak the cloth for five more times until he falls asleep (again). She told me to bring him upstairs so I carried him bridal styles. I've never complained about carrying him everywhere, in fact, I'm happy I can carry him so so often. I count it as work out by the way, and he's not even heavy so I'm all fine.

"You can take some sleep too and if he wakes up, ask him straight after if his tummy still aching or nah."

"Thank you, mum."

"No problem dear, he was already like my other son." She kissed my forehead then leave the room. 

'Life is sweet when you're with sweet people. But life is a bitch, when you're dealing with bitchy people that keep judging your every move when in fact, they're no better but just worse than you'
-T. A. J