Book Smart

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I don't think I've ever been so excited to wake my sweet Bean up as I am this morning, the tray I'm currently loading with a fresh French toast breakfast is complete with a serving of sugary coffee and the water to go with it, fruit, a little paper cup of vitamins and supplements that will aid my fertile little Cherub and I in the creation of our future child and a neatly folded pair of panties that had been washed before the two of us went to sleep and hung up to dry.

He had been so shy when we took our little moment together to read the tag for the care instructions for his newest underwear, and even shier when the two of us stood at the sink and hand washed them together, my kisses against his beautiful skin never stopping as he flushed so brightly for me. 

It had been absolutely adorable... Just like he's going to be when I finally slip him out from resting between our sheets and into the delicate pink panties that currently have me salivating as I grab the syrup to complete my Princess's perfect breakfast that will hopefully be exactly what he needs to have a perfect day with me.

I figure that while we eat we can go ahead and order the rest of the drywall we'll need for my study and the library, as well as look at the paint colors online before we take a break to break in his new panties before I have a conference call this afternoon.

It would be a good day indeed, and one that I'm sure will go smoothly... Or at least I was while making my way back to my beautiful boy still snuggled up safe in bed.

When I open the door a groan greets me, a quiet sniffle reaching my ears as a dull ache starts to filter its way through to my mind through the tiny mental barrier my Bean has managed to erect without me noticing.

...
Adrian
...

"Princess?" Even though Daddy whispers as he creeps inside, the combination of his voice and the light creek of the door hinges is enough to make me want to scream with how loud it seems coupled with the pounding behind my temples.

In order not to make the nauseating migraine any worse than it already is I keep my eyes shut and manage the quietest whimper I can to let Daddy know that I am awake, though if he gets any closer with what I can only imagine is our breakfast I might just dry heave.

"Baby... What's happening? What's wrong?" The concern in his voice is exactly why I tried to keep my pain to myself, a migraine not the kind of thing that Daddy needs to be bothered with after I gave him such a hard time about taking a bath with me... A bath that he had had to fold himself up like origami to soak with me in...

"I-", the sound of my own voice is enough to make me wince when I try and answer, and it takes a couple of thick swallows before I can mentally prepare myself enough to continue talking, " ...Daddy, I have a migraine.."

I have a migraine and I need him to be as quiet as he can to keep my head from being successful in its venture to try and split itself open from the pressure building up behind my eyes.

"Shit!"

...
Silas
...

It takes all of two seconds for me to process what's going on with my sweet boy... His first real migraine since being home... He's had a few headaches, but none that have made him look quite as pale as he does right now when I step up next to the bed in order to get a closer look.

My poor Pumpkin has his eyes clenched shut, his forehead and cheeks looking clammy as he tries to keep his face buried in one of our pillows, his hands tangled in the roots of his own hair as he pushes against the sides of his head, "Daddy... Please take the food away or I'm going to barf." The words are whimpered and absolutely break my heart, the perfect day that I thought we would have scattering right before my very eyes, promptly being replaced with a day of walking on eggshells to make sure I stay quiet while I try and care for my pitiful little Bean.

Normally walking away from him while he's awake results in a flood of uncontrollable tears and sobs that manage to chill my very soul... But at the moment my beautiful soulmate is too pained to even muster a sound, his only tears ones caused by the throbbing I'm starting to notice as his mental barrier grows weaker and weaker.

I try and make the trip back to the kitchen as quick as I can bringing only the glass of water I had poured for my Angel to wash down his coffee with with me, the journey still taking just a few moments too long for my liking as more and more of the tiniest whimpers start to make their way to my ears, the tears he had been trying so hard to hold back starting to soak into the pillow as they fall.

With all the stress and emotional ups and downs yesterday I shouldn't be surprised that a migraine has graced us with it's presence... I've known from the beginning that my sweet boy gets migraines... But I've never actually seen what one does up close before, and I have to say... I am not a fan of how much it's hurting my precious little Mama.

I try and be as quiet as I can as I maneuver my way into the bottom drawer of his nightstand to pull out the biggest of his prescription bottles checking the label before I open it and take out two of the oblong white pills and take a moment to press them into my Sweetheart's clenched fist. I wait for him to realize what they are and pop them into his mouth before pressing the glass of water into his shakey hand and turning to make sure all the blinds are pulled tight before I climb back into bed and settle down behind my Cupcake to cradle him as the big spoon to his little spoon, my hand finding his belly as he takes slow sips of the cool liquid to swallow his medicine before handing the glass back to me to set down.

Panties... Sex... Breakfast... Conference calls...

All of it can wait until my Princess is okay again.