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You groaned softly as you twisted and turned uncomfortably in your bed, weakly pulling your legs up as you'd try your best to kick the hot covers off of your half-clothed body. You were lying in bed, wearing only the hoodie of your beloved boyfriend, Bob. It was all you had for the moment since Bob was managing over at Boys n' Grills.
Normally, you and your boyfriend of 2 years had both worked there together every single day, being that that was where you had originally met him and where he ended up hiring you. So what if an employee was dating the owner of the restaurant and it was labeled unprofessional? You didn't care and neither did he really.
Anyways, you had decided to take off for the day. You were sick to put it short. Your entire body had felt like shit since the moment you woke up. You barely slept the entire night and on top of that had woken up multiple times in the night to run to the bathroom to puke. Eventually after a while, running back and forth from your bed to your bathroom grew tiresome as you eventually gave in and just lied down on the cold, tiled floor of your bathroom, the coolness of the floor feeling good against your warm body for the moment as you pushed your cheek against it and flattened your body against the floor.
You must've fallen asleep in that position because a couple of minutes later, your boyfriend was shaking you awake with a concerned expression on his face, his jet-black hair unkept and disheveled and his stomach spilling slightly out of his white wifebeater once he bent down. When you completely regained your consciousness, fluttering your eyes open to see Bob's blurry figure hovering over you, you mumbled something incoherently to him as you sat up and lazily laid your cheek into his chubby stomach. Bob sighed, holding you close to him as he sat on the floor with you, cradling you in his grasp as he ran his large hand through your hair.
"Darlin'. What're ya doin' on tha floor? Ya not feeling too well?.." He mumbled softly to you, his deep voice hinting at his own exhaustion as his eyes shut.
He continued cradling you in his grasp, his hand slowly rubbing up and down your back as he opened his eyes halfway to glance at you. You were resting your cheek against his chest as you seemed just as tired as he was. Though, you just couldn't sleep because of how uncomfortable and hot your body felt. You nodded slowly at his question, glancing up at your boyfriend with an apologetic gaze. You didn't mean to worry him. You didn't want to be the reason that he wouldn't go back to bed.
"It's okay, Bobby.. You go and get some sleep.. I'll be there in a bit." You mumbled after a couple of moments as you began to somewhat doze off, leaning more into Bob as you felt his large hand at your forehead. You couldn't help but want to fall asleep in Bob's protective grasp, lidding your eyelids as Bob was checking your temperature with the back of his hand, trying to feel if you were warm. He could definitely feel the warmness radiating off of your forehead.
"..C'mon sweet pea. I'll carry ya back in bed and getcha something cold from th' freezer to put on yer forehead." He began as he tried to stand up, only for you to shake your head in refusal and lift your head off of his chest.
"I'm fine here.. Just in case I need to throw up again. I'll be fine.. " You murmured, not realizing that you had repeated yourself.
Bob stood up in defeat as he left the room, leaving you alone on the cold bathroom floor. Due to how sensitive you had gotten when you didn't feel well, you had began to cry. Warm tears filled up your eyes, blurring your vision as you blinked and they fell down your warm cheeks. The feeling of your boyfriend being angry with you for being stubborn about leaving your position giving you a longing feeling of dread, already mixing in with the frustration you felt for feeling as horrible as you did. You stared down at the cold floor, peering back up as you heard loud footsteps approaching you and the creaking of the floorboards. You sniffled, looking up at Bob who had returned with a warm blanket drenched over his shoulders and a pillow underneath his armpit, his pleasant smile turning into a frown as he noticed the tears coming down from your cheeks. He had hated seeing his sweet pea upset.
"Oh, hunny. . whatsa matter?" He murmured, getting on one of his knees as he knelt down to you, his large hand engulfing your cheek as you sniffled and leaned into his warm touch. He gently wiped your tears from your cheeks, leaning down more and planting a soft kiss on your forehead as you spoke to him through stifled sobs.
"I-I didn't mean to make you mad.. I'm sorry Bob.." You murmured upon feeling Bob pull you into a tight hug. Bob furrowed his brows as he heard your sudden apology, chuckling a bit to himself as he'd slowly rub his large hand up and down your back, peppering soft kisses all over your face, causing your sniffling to turn into a quiet giggle as his stubble tickled your cheek.
"Pumpkin.." He began.
"I was never mad at cha n' ya couldn't ever do nuthin to make me mad at cha. I jus left fer a moment to grab a blanket n' pillow fer us. Don't you cry, darlin'.." Bob replied in his slurred accent, keeping his warm arms wrapped around your smaller figure.
"Bob?. ." You spoke as you finally broke the silence between you and him.
"What did you mean when you said you bought a blanket and a pillow.. for us?"
You questioned, feeling Bob slowly pulling out of the embrace as he stared down at you, his infamous outstretched grin forming on his pale, chubby face.
" It means 'm stayin' right ere wif ya, even if it means all night. Ya don't deserve ta be sleepin' on a cold, unsanitary floor all alone just because that's th' only place ya feel comfortable."
Your heart melted at the kind gesture. You could just kiss him for being so sweet. You leaned up to do so, but hesitated. And Bob saw it.
He chuckled. "Dontcha worry about gettin' me sick, darlin. Us cannibals ain't known fer gettin' sick so easily. Now gimme some sugar." He murmured, leaning down as he planted a soft kiss on your lips. You couldn't help but melt into Bob's warmth, kissing him in return as you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his silky, smooth hair through the crevices of your fingers. You did everything in your power to prevent your tongue or saliva from connecting with his, keeping your lips shut as you were genuinely concerned about getting him sick. Bob could care less, deepening the kiss as he inched closer to you.
After all, you kind of looked forward to Bob taking care of you when you were under the weather. He'd make you his homemade soup and spoon-feed it to you, cuddle up in bed with you and watch television, and made it so you never necessarily had to move an inch. He'd even prepare a warm bath for you to help with your aches and pains and carry you to the bathroom in order to slowly lift you down into the tub. You would've felt bad making him do all this stuff for you, but he seemed like he enjoyed it. He loved seeing you enjoying his meals and you wanting nothing more but to cuddle up with him and to receive his undivided attention. He loved caring for you.
And the rare occasions Bob was sick, you had done much of the same.
Breaking from the kiss, you couldn't help but smile at Bob. Who knew a cannibalistic serial killer could be so sweet and thoughtful?
"Well, we best be gettin' some shut-eye. Ahm plumb tuckered out." He grunted, sitting up and crawling over to the wall as he flattened his back against it. He kicked his feet out in an effort to get more comfortable, leaning over as he'd pull you closer to him in order to pick you up effortlessly and place you on his lap with one hand as the other grabbed the pillow he had been previously holding and placed it on his chest for you to lay your head down.
You turned in his grasp, laying your head on the pillow on his chest as you laid across his stomach, closing you eyes as you nuzzled your cheek into the cold pillow, the coolness of it helping your fever as you instantly felt relief. Bob lifted the blanket over both you and him, placing a hand on top of your back to secure you in your position as well as to make sure the blanket wouldn't slip from your body.
"G'night sweet pea." He mumbled to you in his tired voice, lidding his eyes as he looked down at you, leaning down to give you one final kiss before he sat back up and fixed his posture. He didn't care if he was sleeping on the floor. As long as it was with you and he was able to hold you, he couldn't have a care in the world where he slept. The back of his head rested on the wall behind him, his eyes drifting down to you as he was persistent on watching your sleeping figure, watching how your body would rise and fall with his breathing as he rubbed his hand up and down your back as he hummed softly.
"You better not get sick.." You mumbled tiredly to him, interrupting his humming as a hearty laugh left him, his belly shaking slightly as he laughed.
"I'll be just fine.." He chuckled.
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"What did I tell you, Bob?" You questioned him, frowning at him disapprovingly once you heard his loud sneeze and repetitive coughing the next morning. You had felt much better from the night before, but Bob on the other hand seemed to catch your cold.
"Well I'll be damned. It was worth it though~" He grinned with a hoarse chuckle as you pulled him onto his feet, leading him back into your shared bedroom in order to lay him down to rest in a more comfortable spot.