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I wake up in the middle of the night to my stomach aching and a wave of nausea washes over me and I scoot out of grip of Kennedy's arm that is wrapped around my waist before jogging to the bathroom connected to our shared bedroom

I kneel in front of the toilet throwing up all of my dinner that I had made for us hours ago, I hear some shuffling around me and feel my hair gently being held back away from my face

Tears now rolling down my face because of how almost embarrassed I was for waking her up "baby are you ok?" She says kneeling beside me rubbing small circles in my back

I rip a small amount of toilet paper from the roll and wipe my chin off with it before wrapping her in a hug resting my head on her shoulder "yeah I think it's over with, I'm just really light headed" I mumble against her neck

She hugs my lightly and helps me to my feet and whispers "tells move you to bed and I'll get you some water, crackers, and some medicine"she says squeezing my hip as we shuffle to the bed

I lay down and cuddle into my pillow groaning at how sore my throat was already

Kennedy shortly returns with a water bottle, a pack of crackers, and a bottle of anti nausea medicine making me smile as I try to sit up, failing from how weak I am

"hey hey hey, lay down I don't want you to hurt yourself baby" she says sitting on my bedside table handing me the medicine and water

I put the pills in my mouth and swollow them down with some water showing Ken a sad smile as a thank you "eat these if you feel up to it later, I'm going to put them here" she says laying them down on the table beside me

After that Kennedy walks around the bed to her side and crawls under the blanket beside me curling up next to me cuddling up to my side "ken I don't want to get you sick" I say trying to scoot away

"It's probably from something you ate y/n it won't get me sick" she says kissing my cheek wrapping her arm back around me like we always sleep, I scoot closer to her and rest my head on her chest falling asleep shortly after

*THE NEXT MORNING*

I was woken up to the sound of music singing coming from the bathroom "Kennedy?" I croak out through a sore throat just loud enough for her to hear me

She walks over to me and sits on the bed next to me and smiles "you look a little better, do you feel any better?" She asks rubbing my hip making me relax into her touch

"I feel a little better and I'm hungry but I don't want to throw up again" I explain sitting up against the pillows "do you want me to make some toast and eggs?" She asks brushing the hair away from my face

"If it isn't too much trouble, that actually sounds great" I say with a weak smile "if you walk with me I want to sit on the counter and watch" I say pushing myself off the bed, my feet meeting the cold flooring

Ken helps me to my feet and wraps one of her arms around my waist and walks with me to the kitchen and over to the corner of the counter I always sit when we have our late night ice cream dates in sweats

I push myself up on to the counter and sit with my legs crossed resting my head against the cabinets behind me

"Comfortable?" She asks rubbing my hip smiling up at me "comfortable" I say smiling back at her as she walks over to the refrigerator

She opens the door and just stares with a questioning look on her face "where are the eggs?" She asks me making me laugh "bottom drawer to the right" I say with a smile

"Do you want scrambled eggs?" She asks while pulling out a bowl and a fork then looking at me, I nod "thank you again for offering to make food, I know it isn't your strong suit" I say hopping off the counter

I walk up behind her wrapping my arms around her waist as she adds the beaten eggs to the hot pan

She turns around in my grip and looks into my eyes then kisses my nose "do you feel better?" She asks pushing some hair out of my face

"Yes a lot better actually" I say in almost a whisper "I'm glad baby, we can watch movies and cuddle after we eat" she says turning back around to the eggs so they don't burn

I let go of her waist and make my way to the bread box and pull out two pieces of bread and popping them into the toaster

"Hey I'm supposed to be making the food" Kennedy pouts making me laugh "gets the plates out and I won't tell anyone you didn't make the toast" I say walking past her to the refrigerator grabbing her butt on my way past her making her laugh

"Do you know if we have Sprite?" I ask opening the refrigerator door looking in "um I don't think so, I can postmate some if you want me to" she says pulling the toast out of the toaster and onto the plates spreading some butter on them

"That would be great, thank you" I say placing a kiss on her cheek, she flashes a big smile and pulls her phone out of her bra and hands it to me to put what I want

I add a six pack if Sprite and a pack of gum and submit the order "it will be here in 10 minutes" I say putting her phone on to the counter beside her

She puts the eggs on the plate next to the toast and puts some salt over them then puts the plates on the bar and pours two glasses of orange juice

She looks at me with a huge smile on her face, she is so proud of how good it looks, and I gotta give it to her it looks amazing

We sit down on the bar stools, I pull my phone out and take a video of my food " I was sick last night so this morning ken made me my favorite breakfast" I turn the camera on her as she has a big smile still "it looks amazing, thank you again baby" I say kissing her lips quickly

I end the video and post it to my Instagram story as I hear a ring at our door and get up walking over to the door looking through the peep hole, it was the postmates man, I open it with a smile "thank you" I say taking the bag from him and close the door before he could comment on my white cropped tank top and black booty shorts

I sit back down on the bar stool after putting the bag on the counter and grabbing a can of Sprite

We spend the rest of the day enjoying disney movies and random chick flicks as we cuddle on the couch appreciating each others presents

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