I wasn't woken up by my alarm clock this time...instead it was tremendous wheezing and hacking...and also the bed shaking, but that's besides the point.
"Brendon?" I weerily woke up next to him. He stopped, slowly peering over at me with his face in a Kleenex. "What the fuck?"
"I'm not okay." He giggled and then proceeded to finish wiping his nose.
"Lovely." I rolled my eyes and slightly giggled with him.
"Fix me." He whined. I sighed, annoyed, and rolled out of bed.
Brendon followed me to the kitchen as I fixed up some tea to warm and ease his sore throat. He sat at the island, waiting. I leaned on the counter and watched him hesitantly start sipping on the hot mug.
"I wanted coffee..." He mumbled, staring into the steaming liquid.
"I don't think that'll fix you." I informed him.
"How about a bearclaw?" He looked up at me pathetically, his head had fallen on his arm, hair staying perfect as always.
"I don't think that'd hurt." I smiled down at him and grabbed one out of the box.
"Thanks, babe." He blushed up at me, taking a huge bite.
"Sucks." I sighed. I prayed I didn't get sick.
"I have a cold." His thick lips mumbled out as his hand held up his head.
"Yup." I answered him, munching on a bearclaw myself. He sat up and gave me an annoyed look and then looked up at the television above the fridge. That television was frozen on Palladia...his favorite music channel.
"What are we going to do with you?" I stared dreamily at him. He still managed to be sexy sick.
"Let me be lazy and call the studio to stay home." He tried to persuade me.
"Fine." I smiled at him crookedly. "Only because I love your rare presence in this house." I gave in as usual. If it meant more time with him...yes.
After calling the studio, I climbed back in bed with him, snuggling up on his chest as we watched television. It was a pajama kind of day. I felt him kiss my hair.
"You're the best, sexiest nurse ever." His deep voice was scratchy.
"You got it, babe." I chuckled, wrapping my arms around him and easily drifting off to sleep.
