You've Got it Bad

Sixty Three

Ok so this one was interesting, to say the least. And something I've never written about before so bear with me lol.

⚠️ Warning: This chapter gets quite a bit 50 shades of grey x-rated. I'd say more so than any other chapter in this story so far. I'll warn you again before the part, in case that's not your thing or you want to hang on to your purity and innocence unlike some of us. 🙃😇

Look for (⚠️) to signal the beginning and end of the scene, in case you want to go all 'see no evil' 🙈 and scroll past it.

Just for funsies tho...Can you guess what this chapter is about based on these carefully selected emojis? 😏

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That was a long A/N... sorry.

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Perrie's POV

I quickly made Jade some chicken noodle soup and walked it to the room. I was expecting to see her sitting up watching TV, but she was asleep with the remote still in her hand and still on the channel it was on when I left.

My poor baby. She really is sick. That means she is about to put my patience to the ultimate test. She does every time. But I love her to death, so I can't be mad.

Plus, it doesn't ever last too long. It's usually only for a day or so. I think now I'm used to her, though. My big bad wolf turns into a whiny helpless baby. A baby who doesn't listen to me and drives me mad, but still my baby.

I walked into the room and sat the soup on the dresser.

"Wake up, J'adore." I whispered, rubbing her cheek with the back of my hand. Her eyes opened. "I made you some soup."

Another plus was that she loved soup, so it's not too hard to get her to eat it. She groaned as she sat up, seemingly in pain. I pulled the little bedside table out from the closet and put her soup on it. She picked up the spoon and I noticed her hand was shaking.

Poor thing. It's taking her down fast.

I felt her forehead again and it was now hot.

"Let me help you, baby." I said softly, taking the spoon from her. She was shivering.

I fed her the soup, hoping it would warm her up and it did. I took the bowl and walked it to the kitchen, but when I came back, she was shivering again.

"Do you want to put on warmer pajamas?" I asked and she nodded.

I went to the drawer and pulled out a flannel set. She frowned. "It's warm, J'adore."

"It's ugly. Why do we even have those? Who's are they?" She complained and I laughed.

"Come here and put them on." I helped her into the pajamas and she looked up at me with her big brown eyes. "What is it, baby?"

She made the cutest sad face. "I don't like being sick. It hurts."

"Where does it hurt?" I asked.

"Everywhere." She frowned. Poor baby. Her teeth were chattering.

"Awww, baby. I know." I frowned. "I don't like it when you're sick either. I'm gonna call mom and ask if she can keep Jaden until you're feeling better, okay? So he doesn't get sick too. And so I can focus on taking care of you and making you feel better."

She frowned again. "But I'll miss him too much."

"Me too, baby, but you don't want him feeling like you do right now, do you?" I asked and she pouted and shook her head.