Everything We Wanted

-17- ✅

I woke up the next day feeling like absolute shit. I probably caught something. Great. I felt a cold hand pressed to my forehead, groaning I stuffed my face into the pillow. Aleah lightly shook my shoulders.

"Billie baby get up I think you have a fever, I need to take your temperature love."

Reluctantly I rolled back over and opened my mouth slightly so she could stick the thermometer in.

"Okay I'll be right back, keep that under your tongue baby." she left the room and came back a few minutes later with a wet towel. She took the thermometer out of my mouth and I rolled back over to my side.

"Yep, 104.5 you got a fever bubs."

"Is that why I feel like shit?"

"Probably, come here let me put this on your forehead baby, it'll help take the fever down."

She put the cold towel on my forehead, gently pressing on it giving me the chills.

"Okay, you rest and I'm going to go to the store and buy you some things. Try not get out of bed unless you have to, understand?"

Aleah went to nursing school before she became a full time painter so this was like second nature.

"Mhm, I won't." There was no chance I was moving from this bed.

"Okay I'll be back in an hour. I love you," she gave me a kiss in my cheek. I mumbled a small "I love you too." and she left to go to the store.

(Aleah's POV)
I hate it when Billie gets sick like this. It's like she's a completely different person. She talks less, she's basically always asleep, and she almost never eats anything.

When I was out getting her some medicine a couple of girls wearing her merch came up to me.

"Oh my gosh you're Aleah! You're Billie's fiancé!" One of them said.

"Yep that's me!" Her fans are always super cute and very respectful so I was happy to chat with them.

"My mom loves your art work by the way! She purchased a piece a few days ago." The other one told me.

My heart melted, this was one of the first times I was getting recognized for my work.

"Aww well tell her I said thank you."

"Can I get a picture? If you're not in a rush." The older one asked.

"Of course."

We posed together and the younger one I'm assuming her little sister took the picture.

"Thank you so much. I love you and I love Billie of course." I smiled at them both.

"Of course I love you guys too, and I'll be sure to tell Billie I saw y'all, she's sick with a fever at home."

"Aww could you tell her we hope she feels better soon?" The younger one asked.

"Of course, I hope you two have an amazing day!"

"You too thanks again! Bye!"

I waved goodbye and they ran off giggling. It's the fans like that that make me really happy for Billie. I payed for my items and drove back home.

When I got to the room Billie was passed out, lightly snoring. I took the now lukewarm towel off her head, setting it aside.

"Baby I need you to wake up so I can give you your medicine." I gently shook her, brushing the baby hairs out of her face.

"No, it always tastes gross." she whined.

"I know bubs but it'll make you feel better, come on get up."