Birthday- Joe and Dianne One Shots

Joe- Thirty Three

"... woah we're halfway there, woah living on a prayer," Chippy was filled with the best music on Joe's 33rd birthday, as he, Dianne and her brother and sister-in-law drove down to Cornwall to stay in a cottage on the beach.

"Got any water Joe?" Dianne asked, leaning her head against the van window, not feeling the best.

"Erm yeah, in that cool bag, er can you reach it?" Joe said, having tried to reach it himself, whilst still driving.

"Andy, could you pass me a water please," Dianne asked, barely sitting up, worried that suddenly moving would crap on her chances of not throwing up.

"Sure," he passed her one forward, "you alright Dot, you look a bit pale?"

"I thought that, you feeling okay?" Joe said, squeezing the hand that had appeared on her knee.

" 'm fine, don't worry," she said, after she had taken a few sips of water that did absolutely nothing.

"Open the window, Di," Mel said, clocking on to the fact Dianne was feeling car sick.

The redhead reached a hand forward and pushed open Chippy's weird window, glad for the cornish air that was rushing in.

"Here, we'll pull over soon for some food, I've got olives and solam..."

"Nah sorry, I'm not feeling, can you pull over now, I think I'm, yeah I'm going to be sick?" Dianne asked, unbuckling her seatbelt at the feeling rised in her chest, hand flying to her mouth.

"Crap er yeah, hold tight," Joe said, thankful that he could see a layby just up the road.

The minute Joe pulled over Dianne jumped out and he followed quickly. She barely had enough time to get off the hard shoulder and in front of the campervan before she was bent double expelling the breakfast Joe had made them all. Joe had been quick enough to grab her hair and was now holding it whilst rubbing her back.

"Easy," Joe said, as she straightened up quickly, his hand went from her hair to her front to steady her.

"Maybe don't press on someone's stomach who's just been sick," Dianne moved his hand up so it was closer to her ribs.

"Sorry, all good?" He asked, still circling a palm on her back.

"Mm, gonna say no, there's probably more." Dianne said, putting a hand on Chippy's bonnet to steady herself.

"Here Joe," Mel passed him Dianne's water and some other useful items.

"Thanks," he said, as Dianne lurched forward again, holding her hair.

"Oh, my dear, you poor thing," he soothed, collecting her hair into a bun with the bobble Mel passed him.

"Everything okay, you're not broken down are you?" A man in a converted transit van asked, pulling over, as Dianne tried to straightened up again.

"No, we're fine, she's just not feeling very well, thanks anyway," Joe twisted, to smile at him.

"No worries," he said and sped off as Dianne bent down once more and threw up again.

"This is some mightly car sickness bub, bless you," Joe said, passing her the water when she had been still for a minute or so.

"I was feeling crap this morning, I wonder if I've eaten something," she told him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Oh, right, do you want to head back home in case?" Joe asked, wiping her mouth with a tissue.

"No, I think I'm okay, I'll just lie down in Chip, with a sick bag," Dianne said, she was feeling marginally better.

"Okay, you good to move or is there any more?" He asked, as she swilled her mouth out.

"Yeah I can move, I'll just rince this away." She pointed to the puddle.

"Nonsense, I'll do it, come on," he lead her back to the side door of the van.

"Wowza Dot that was quite something, you've never had it that bad," Andrew said, as Joe helped her in.

"She thinks it could be food poisoning, is there anyway she could lie down, and one of you jumps in the front and one here?" He asked pointing to the seat that faces backwards.

"Yeah, Buzz?" Mel looked at him to ask which seat he wanted.

"I'll grab the front," he said and stood, patting Dianne.

"Come on then love, you lay down, I'll grab the camper blanket," Joe said, kissing her head. He left her getting comfortable and grabbed the blanket that was in the back as well as one of the many shopping bags he and Dianne kept in the van.

"Thanks," she said quietly as he covered her.

"No worries, right, if you're good, I'll just go and clean up and then we'll get on the way, it's only about 40 minutes or so." Joe explained, crouching in front of her. She nodded and soon they were on their way, much slower than before in an attempt not to make Dianne feel any more sick.

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"So that's the house, are you waiting on one, the email said 4?" The owner asked, having shown Andrew, Mel and Joe around.

"She's asleep in the van, my wife," Joe explained, taking the keys.

"Ah, well enjoy your stay, and happy birthday," he said, shaking Joe's hand.

"Thank you," Joe said and when the man was out of shot turned to Mel and Andrew, "do you two want to go in and claim a room and get settled and stuff and I'll check on Dianne?"

"Yeah, what room do you two want, if she's not feeling well you two decide."

"Take the en suite on, that way if she's sick again it's close by." Mel suggested.

"Cool, okay, smart thinking, right, see you in a few." He passed them the key and walked back to the van. He opened the door as quiet as he could and climbed in. She was thankfully still asleep and hadn't been sick.

"I think I'll just carry you," Joe said, not really wanting to wake her up to move her, for her to have to try and fall back asleep. He put the sick bag on her, just in case, and carefully lifted her up. Still, after all these years, she was easy for him to carry and, it was with minimal effort, he got her up to the bed in the master bedroom.

"Joe?" She whimpered, as he tried to pull the covers over her.

"Shh, shh, I'm here, you're in bed in the cottage." He said, stopping what he was doing to stroke her hair, Dianne's hand having found his in her panic.

"I feel like crap," she cried, turning her head into the nearest bit of him she could find which happened to be his stomach.

"I know, are you going to be sick again?" He asked her, sick bag ready.

"No I just feel shit, can you hug me?"

"Course," he got in behind her, willing to do anything to alleviate her symptoms.

"I'm sorry, this is such a crappy way to spend your birthday," Dianne sniffed, turning so her head was on his chest, pulling the covers up.

"I don't mind, as long as it's with you then I love it. Now, you, my beautiful wife, need to try and sleep whatever this is off."

"Kay, happy birthday love, sorry" Dianne said as the tension rushed from her body and she fell into a welcomed sleep, Joe still tightly holding her.