Snow Season [COMPLETE]

Chapter 36

Another four days pass by and it's the day before Christmas eve. You leave for San Diego tomorrow.

You've been in bed for two days. You're feeling like crap, throwing up, your whole body hurts, head pounding. Elijah made you an appointment at the doctor's office at noon.

"I can't believe I'm gonna have the flu on Christmas. This sucks! The doctor better give me something strong to get through the day cause I'm not spending Christmas in bed or with my head down the toilet. Ugh, fucking flu. I hate the flu!"

"I know, it sucks, babe. But they'll give you something to make you feel better. And if not, I'll be taking care of you. Bringing you tea and kisses."

"And my nose is stuffed, too. Like puking my guts out isn't enough. No...why don't we add 'not being able to breathe' in to the mix as well. And now I'm bitching about it like a little whiny bitch and I hate that part even more than the actual being sick part!" You scoff. "I hate it when people act like a whiny little baby when they're sick. So I'm not going to do that. Okay. It's out of my system. I'm sorry. I'll stop whining now."

"You're not being a whiny little bitch, babe. You're sick. You're allowed to feel like crap. Wanna take a shower and get ready to go to the doctor."

You just stare at him with sad puppy eyes.

"You don't need to shower, sweetheart, I just thought it might make you feel a bit better."

"You're right. It will. But only if you join me."

"Of course."

You get into the shower and the hot water feels like heaven against your skin. But what feels even better are Elijah's arms around you.

He massages your sore shoulders and you let out the longest moan.

"Even when you're sick you manage to turn me on."

He chuckles against your skin and kisses your shoulder.

"If I wasn't scared of throwing up all over you, I would jump your bones in a heartbeat. But yeah... throwing up while having an orgasm...not my idea of sexy."

"Everything will be fine tomorrow. We'll all help out in the kitchen. Matt is actually doing a good job thanks to your cooking classes. Penelope and Nate can help your dad with decorations and setting the table and I'll shift between helping in the kitchen and taking care of you. Don't worry, sweetheart." He kisses your shoulder again. "Want me to wash your hair so you don't have to lift your arms?"

You start crying like a baby when he says that and nod. "Yes."

"Aww, baby, come here. It's okay."

Why is he so perfect?

You weep against his chest and he just holds you, knowing that's all you need right now.

"I love you so much," you say between your sobs.

"I love you, too, sweetheart. It's okay, everything will be okay. You'll feel better soon, baby. And for now, I'll wash your hair and I've already put your clothes on the heater so they'll be nice and warm when you put them on."

Aaaand here come the waterworks.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you!"

"You didn't. I just...you're...I don't know what I ever did to deserve you. How are you so perfect?"

"You make me wanna be perfect. You deserve nothing less than perfection, so I try to give you that."

"I love you so much. You deserve the best, too. I mean it. You are and deserve nothing less than perfection."