emma's pov
i walk into my apartment and immediately fall onto my bed. my eyelids are heavy and i am fighting to keep them open. i get out my phone and press on Ethan's contact. i promised i would call him as soon as i got home from coachella.
"hey em." his voice sounds raspier than usual.
"hey e, are you ok." i ask, realizing my voice sounds pretty bad too.
"yeah, gray and i are a little sick from coachella, but it's not that bad." aw my poor babies.
"yeah i feel a little sick but it's not that bad at all." i lie a little bit. well i mean i didn't lie but i didn't tell the full truth. really i feel absolutely terrible, except for i don't want to bother him or anything. i always feel like i'm asking them to take care of me and it's never the other way around.
"oh, do you want me to come over baby?" he asks me.
"um can i go to your house instead." i ask. i don't want him to leave gray alone.
"yeah sure if you want to princess." he says nicely. a smile grows on my face.
"ok i'll see you in ten, love you e."
"bye peanut, drive safe, love you". he's always so protective of me, it's cute. i stand up and slip my shoes on. i don't bother to get changed and i'm just in shorts and ethans hoodie. i grab my phone and my coffee, of course, and head out the door. half way through the car ride my head starts pounding. maybe i'm a little more sick than i thought. i finally arrive at their house and just walk in because i'm too lazy to wait for them to answer the door for me.
"ethan." i call out. my voice is raspier than i intended it to be.
"em." he says coming around the corner as i take my shoes off. he wraps me in a tight hug and kisses me on the forehead.
"oh babygirl your burning up." he says placing a hand on my forehead. i shrug.
"why didnt you tell me you were sick baby, i could've come to your house."
"it's ok, i'm fine, and you're more sick than me and i wanna take care of you." i say reaching up and running a finger across his lip. he shakes his head at me and gives me another hug.
"cmon you wanna go upstairs to my room." he says in his baby voice he usually does when he talks to me. i swear he's the cutest person in the entire world. he holds onto my hand and leads me up the stairs.
"hey gray." i say as we pass grays room.
"hi." he says. his voice sounds terrible. i flop done on ethan's bed and sigh. a little too loud.
"you ok peanut?" ethan asks me. whenever he calls me that i always get butterflies.
"i think the real question is are you ok?"
"oh is it now." he says tickling my stomach making me squirm. he daisy down on the bed next to me and i prop myself up on my elbows.
"i've been better." he says. he places and hand on my forehead then pushes back my hair. he replaces his hand with a kiss and gets up and walks in the bathroom.
"where you going?" i ask reching out to him. he comes back with the thermometer in his hand. he runs it across my forehead and looks at it.
"hey, i thought i was supposed to be taking care of you." i say poking at his stomach.
"babygirl your at 100." he says caressing my cheek. i grab the thermometer out of his hand and rub it across his forehead. he closes his eyes and smiles letting me get my way, like always.
"haha so are you." i say showing him the number. he shakes his head and grabs the thermometer bring in back into the bathroom and coming back out with medicine for the both of us. he then lays down next to me and i rest my head on his chest. he runs his fingers through my hair taking it out of its messy bun.
"i love you." he whispers breaking the silence.
"i love you more." i say placing a kiss on his chest. we lay on silence for a little longer. my headache goes away and i feel a little bit better. i just trace little designs in ethan's chest while he plays with my hair.
"you wanna go see how grays feeling." he asks. i take my head of his chest and he helps me out of bed, leading me in to grays room. grayson is snuggled up in his bed watching a movie on his projector.
"how ya feeling gray." e says.
"he." he responds. i sit down on the bed next to him and ethan sits next to me.
"wanna watch with me." i scoot closer to yuma dance moms lay down.
"of course." i laugh. ethan lays down next to me and continues to play with my hair as we watch the movie. eventually we all fall into some much need sleep.
i had no idea how to end this sry. this was requested and i have been putting it off for i while so i hope they like it:)
i'm not quite sure where i was going with this while i was writing it so idk what this is lol
comment some requests if you want:)
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