Tu Es Ma Lumière

20 - Soup

"What are you doing?" The nineteen year old girl rasped from her place upon her boyfriend's bed. She was clothed in nothing but one of his shirts and a pair of her lacy underwear that she'd left here last month. Mary's hair fell in it's usual waves, still fluffy from her hot bath last night. Slick, chawky skin was slick with sweat from her fever, golden eyes now a dull black as she stared at her boyfriend who stood sheepishly at the other end of his large bedroom of the Valois-Angulème-De Medici manor. His pretty hair was pointing in every direction, something that would usually would have made her giggle, but because of a flu from hell with a simultaneous double ear infection -thanks to the families' anual trip to the Montanan mountain chalets- her mood was soured somewhat.

Her Francis smiled at her gently, tilting his head to the side like a little puppy dog. His pretty little pout and the fact that his curls moved with his movements. She breathed a smile and he grinned at her, walking over to the high up bed. He swooped the table across her lap, wiping away the sweat from her brow with a cold cloth.

"Mother sent for someone to make some food for you" he stated, placing down the tray he had been holding. From the table laying across her lap, Mary looked down at her food. A mug and pot full of her favourite green tea, a large bowl full of steaming hot broth, another full of porridge. A large glass is raspberry juice with a teaplate of buttery toast.

"Thanks," she wheezed, the gunk in her lungs evident in her voice. He smiled a half smile, a sympathetic one, getting on the other side of the bed.

"Babe, no." Mary insisted. "I don't wanna get you sick, too." she stated, pulling away.

"Mother's insisted we all get shots, we're good." he grinned, reaching for the spoon inside the soup. Still, she tried to lean away. "Really?" he asked, raising a blonde brow in his girlfriend's direction.

"This sucks," she pouted. "I dont want you to get sick, either." she wined, gripping the spoon. But, he took it from her.

"Mary, everything's fine." he stressed. "Now, you're gonna lay back in those pillows and rest and I'm gonna feed you this food and give you some meds and take care of you 'til you're better. Got it?" he instructed. Mary breathed a phlegmy chuckle, leaning back into the propped up pillows.

"Yes, sir." she huffed, rolling her eyes. But she smiled, and that made him smile.

He drove the spoon into the hot soup and blew on it a little, before lifting it to her lips. She flushed and giggled a little, drinking obediently.

Francis smiled at her, before going in for another dunk.

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Heyy!

Sorry this is a little short, but your girl is kinda sick right now. Anyway, if you guys have any suggestions for this oneshot book or have anything you wanna read, put it in the comments and it'll probably be written :).

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