I opened my eyes slowly and found myself staring into a darkened room…my sitting room. My first feeling was one of confusion…
Why was I on the couch? Had I fallen asleep?
But then a throbbing in my jaw - a really painful throbbing at that - reminded me about my little excursion with the troops and not to mention running into Mr broody pants
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With sodding aspirin for me.
I took them silently and snuggled up with her again. It wasn’t that I wasn’t grateful, or didn’t love her more than anything for getting them for me but I just couldn’t stand to have her worrying about me when she was bloody sick herself.
"I love you, breakfast...breakfast sounds wonderful."
I had to agree, but first things first. We needed to talk.
“Tara…look pet, I know you worry about me and I know I can’t stop you, but I’m not having you run around after me and every other sod in this house when you’re feeling so rough yourself,” I felt her stiffen in my arms a little but I kept going. She needed to hear this and she also needed to learn that it was okay for people to take care of her once and a while. “I’m not having a go at you love,” I said gently. “But we’re all big enough and ugly enough to look after ourselves and at the moment you need to take it easy.”
I lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.
“I’ll confine you to bed if I have to, pet,” I said smirking, mischievously. “You mark my words.”
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"Getting you aspirin isn't a hardship honey, neither's making breakfast for you or anything of the like. I do it because it...it makes me feel useful now. I have to be careful with my magicks now and with where I go because of this demon and me being pregnant. I just...I w-want to help as best I can and that's how I've always been..."
I signed and looked down. "You know that...I-I'm sorry, I just..." I leaned back against him and laced my fingers with his, feeling myself calm down. "Plus, I'm pregnant, not broken Spike. The sick feeling is part of everything and I can deal. I enjoy it somewhat. There's a reason for that...reminds me I'm alive." I murmured softly, knowing that every new heartbeat I had was a blessing.
Leaning up I kissed him and grinned. "Now the confining me to the bed...would that mean you'd stay too? Because that, that idea I like..."
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