The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia.

Seven weeks later and I was feeling homesick but I was at home, all cuddled up in my blankets with a bad cold while Charlie decided to take it upon himself to play my evil little nurse— I had begged him to never pick that career.

Because this boy, he was torturous.

I could take care of myself while I was sick and asked him to stay away for a bit until I get better anyway because I didn't want him to get sick either but he never listens.

I had been burnt with extremely hot water and I've been given— forced to gulp a spoonful of lemon juice, just today and I didn't know whether to laugh or cry about it yet.

“Charlie please, for the love of all things holy, just please please please stop cuddling me!” I almost choke while gently pushing him away from my body and then the doorbell buzzes and he jumps up. “Yes! Go see who that is but don't let them in. I'm sick remember?” I remind him.

He nods his head and jumps off the bed much too eagerly and is quick to disappear from my sight which is good.

At least I'll have some peace and quiet.

He can talk, like a lot and never stops to pause.

My head throbbed and my throat ached and I buried my head into the soft pillows, blocking out the sunlight that entered the room through the widely opened curtains and that I can only blame one person— yes, it's the little boy.

I sighed.

I quickly sit up as another wave of nausea hit me on full blast. I knew what that meant, I have literally seconds before my empty stomach emptys once again so I too jump off the bed and bolt straight to the bathroom.

A warm gentle hand slowly rubs up and down my back.

I turn my head and glance up at Percy crouched down beside me, smiling weakly and sadly at my sick face.

“hi, I'm sick.” I quietly sigh.

He chuckles, nodding and picks me up, carefully closing the toilet lid, he places me on the lid before pulling off his shirt from my ice body and the he goes to the shower.

“I can see that, amante.” He says while turning the water on, he glances back at me. “Have you been to the doctor?”

I shrug and look away, obviously not but I didn't say it because he would make me go nonetheless, I was scared. I knew that they would fucking inject me instead of giving me tablets or liquid medicine— and I didn't want that happening and anyway, this was just a passing by cold. I think that much is certain from my cold shivering body.

“Did you sort through your work in London?” I ask.

Percy walks back to me, lifting me up and carrying me to the shower where he stubbornly insists on bathing me and then he takes me out and dresses me up in warmer clothes that smell like him which is great, so so great.

“The clubs are alright but yeah. I've sorted myself out.” He states and places me back down on my spot on the bed.

I nod my head and move back when he too gets on the bed and wants to start cuddling, just like his brother I push him away and shake my head no but he doesn't listen.

“You're going to ge—”

“Shh. I don't care.”

Charlie number two.

“Where's my kid?” I mumble into his shoulder.

He chuckles and hugs me tighter to his heat. “Playing one of his new games, maybe, or eating. Not sure.” He says.

I wish I wasn't feeling so weak right now so I could beat this man's ass! I've said his spoiling him way too much and his much too lenient with him which only adds to his mischief but does the brother care for my silly advice?

Uhmm. . .

No.

His been gone for the last three days, to London, again, for the third time since his officially been back in my arms.

First was for my annoying aunt who isn't that annoying any more but he went over there and sorted that whole marriage arrangement thing out, thank god for that.

Second was to check up on things.

Third was to finalize some things up there.

The days always vary too, sometimes it could be a whole week but I knew that's how it was going to be for a long long time until one of us makes a decision to move and really that wouldn't be me. I still won't let go of my café, it holds a very close place to my heart and I always feel so connected to mum when I'm in there. It's like, that's where she is and maybe will always be after death, she lives in that because I swear, she loved that place so fucking much and maybe it was because dad bought it for her.

Percy places a kiss on my temple and I huff, this man does not know how to practice social distancing when someone is sick— all this cuddling and kissing has to holt for a bit.

“Sleep, my love.” He whispers.

I shift my body against him and glance up at him. “I am going to sleep now but if I wake up in a doctor's office. . .”

He grins at me and nudges our noses together. “I know. I know. I would like to keep my balls, thank you, amante.”

Someone jumps hard on the bed and Percy groans, turning his head to glare at the child. “I told you come in later, after she falls asleep.” He mutters, shaking his head.

Charlie huffs loudly and I chuckle. “Well I'm not a mind reader. How am I supposed to know?” He fires right back.

“Come sleep with us baby.” I call.

“But you said—”

“And did you listen?”

“No. . .”

“Then come here.”

I feel his little body wiggle in between us and then I see his grinning face smiling at me as he pushes his brother further away from me and takes his place to cuddle.

His small hand reaches out and flutters down my face, like he always does and he smiles. “My Phia.” He murmurs.

Percy snickers and throws his hand across us, pulling the two of us closer to him, his fingers tap my back. “This woman is mine, brother, go find your own.” He states.

The two boys start bickering with each other and I slowly start to fall back asleep, their fighting fading away.

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What do you guys think is wrong with Sophia?

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