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Simon felt like a horrible boyfriend at the moment. In front of him, Wille, his boyfriend and also the crown prince of Sweden was standing in front of him looking like a disheveled, hot mess.
Amber hair sticking up all over the place, his polyester sweater stained with sprays of yellow mustard, and.....he had one sock on, a singular sock.....
Wille, his sweet, dear, darling, Wille had been taking on not only his duties as crown prince very seriously but also been taking on the title as house husband while he went to university.
Whenever Wille wasn't practicing speeches or delegating his people, he was cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, and all around taking care of all of Simon's needs.
He'd always have breakfast, a lunch packed, and dinner ready for him. Clothes for the next day hung or folded, cleaned and sometimes ironed, fucking ironed. At dinner while Wille's food would go cold and he would eat, his wonderful boyfriend would test him with flash cards or study material Simon had prepared for upcoming test or exams. Wilhelm would tuck him into bed with a kiss and say goodnight before retreating to his office to rehearse on his own or complete awaiting paperwork.
Sometimes Wille would come back to be bed to cuddle around past one or two in the morning but most mornings Simon found Wille's side freezing cold. The smell of expresso potent in their modest apartment.
Now, Simon felt like shit, because clearly, Wille had fallen asleep at his desk last night, slept pass his four am alarm and had rushed to have Simon ready for school. Dark circles bleaching pass the under eye concealer Wille's team puts on him everyday.
Wille smiled through it all and never complains that he is definitely being stretched impossibility thin. He loves taking care of Simon and Simon in turn appreciates Wille's acts if service but... he doesn't know how tell him to stop. Simon being the one to deny any form of maid, chef, or assistants. The only thing he couldn't get out of was having a bodyguard.
His stomach twisted with guilt.
"The car is waiting. You can’t be late älskling." Wille pulls him into a tender hug and kisses his boyfriend on his temple before retreating to kiss him on his perfect lips.
Simon’s deep brown eyes pour into Wille's with concern and hurt.
"What's wrong darling? Are you feeling sick?"
Wille places the back of his hand to Simon's forehead and Simon leans into the touch with closed eyes.
No. No love. Just-
Simon shakes his head, "I love you." He tells Wille and the prince's hand moves to cup his lovers cheek. "I love you too."
They kiss again and Wille once again worries, "are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah." He lies and falls deeper into the pale warm hand cupping his face. A thumb coming to sooth anything Wille can't seem to see or reach inside his darling.
I just miss you.... us....
"I'll be late home tonight with another ridiculous dinner. But I have chicken soup in the crock-pot. It should be ready and warm when you get home from school, so should the laundry. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask. Okay love?"
Can we stay home today? Just the to of us?
"Okay..."
This give each other a few more goodbye kisses and I love yous before a officially parting.
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Simon decided he'd just stay late after classes in the libary since Wille wouldn't be home anyway. He quietly listens to his shared playlist with Wille and reading his boring ass book for English. A hand taps him on his shoulder and it startles him out of his concentration. Whipping around he takes out one ear bud to listen to whatever this random girl had to say.
"Umm....you don’t happen to be crown prince's boyfriend, Simon, are you?" She nervously asks and Simon spots Joakim reading in the corner.
Wille would be piss if he saw how easily this girl could've murdered him just now.
"Uh yeah? Why?" He was defensive, not many cone up to him to praise his relationship with Wille. She gives her phone to him and reads a headline staring up at him.
CROWN PRINCE COLLAPSES FROM EXHAUSTION GUEST AT CHARITY GALA REPORT
Ambulances show up at Fotografiska Stockholm after Crown Prince Wilhelm collapses during his speech to open charity gala, sources say.......
"I thought since you weren't there with him...you haven't seen it yet."
There was a rock in Simon's stomach and he had to give the girls phone back before his quacking fingers dropped it.
"I've got to go." He mutters under his shaking breath and shoves everything into his backpack.
Joakim speeds through the city while on the phone with Malin. Simon usually in the front with him had preferred the back to quietly cry himself with the crushing guilt he felt upon him.
They pull up to the palace and Joakim helps Simon speedwalk down the winding maze of hallways until they made it to Wille's room. Joakim ushers him inside quietly and Simon catches Malins eyes once inside. She stands from Wille's bedside and comes to his side. Her brows knitted together at his probably scorched red eyes.
"This isn't your fualt." She whispers to him in sympathy and leaves to give him space with Wille.
Simon weakly drops his bag at the door off his shoulder and sits where Malin had once occupied. His eyes drop at the IV running from Wille's forearm to a clear bag.
He did this.
He pushed him until he broke.
Tears fall down his face and he tries to hold back his hurt but can't.
It's too much.
A hand comes to soothe his shoulder and he looks up to see Kristina looking at her son with pressed thin lips.
Oh god-
"My dear idoit of a son." She starts with a disapproval shake of her head. Though the words harsh the motherly concern was there to soften the blow of them. "I told him to slow down and he didn't listen. I told him to eat, he said he would, he didn't. I told him...."
She sighs with closed eyes of frustration and turns to finally give Simon a glance, "I told him to go home to you, many, many, times."
What?
"He's just as stubborn as his brother was once he got comfortable in his role. Work. Work. Work." She lets go of Simon's shoulder to sit on the bed and fiddle with Wilhelm's amber bangs. "Don't get me wrong, I love that he is taking his responsibilities seriously but I knew he was pushing it too far."
Simon felt the tears pour more, "No, it's my fault. He-" he has to cover his mouth from whaling out and possibility waking Wille.
"Simon." He's never heard Kristina say his name with so much softness and endearment before. "I've come to terms a long time ago that my son loves you more than anything. He'd never blame for this, neither will I, it was his stupidity that did this."
He can on stare at her in shock and wonder when this shift in her approval in him happen. He tends to avoid her so maybe he just hasn't gotten a chance to hear her change.
"I will force him to take two weeks off at the very least and lighten his workload when he resumes." She gets up and straightens her clothes. "Simon, I suggest you do the same. University is tough and I'm also afraid of what Wille will get up to if you're not there to keep an eye on him." She confesses and when she is at the door, she addresses him again, "Simon, I want you to know.... I want you to know I trust you more than anyone to take care of him. So please, stop him, if he gets this bad again. Thank you." Then she's gone and the door shuts.
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"See....she likes you...."
Wille croaks from the bed, eyes still closed, and limbs definitely heavy.
"Estúpido!" Simon starts angrily and Wille gives a rough chuckle. "Don't you ever do something like this again!"
The sleeping beauty peaks his brown eyes up at Simon and weakly nods.
"I'm sorry."
"You mean it!?"
"Yes. I'm sorry, Älskling."
Simon sighs and whips the crust from his eyes. Then kisses Wille lightly.
"Cuddle?" Wille asks and Simon nudges his nose with his. "I don’t know, do you deserve it?"
"Yes....?" He attempts to charm and his latino lover peeks the tip of his nose. "Fine. I suppose...."
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Malin knocks quietly a few hours later and opens the door to find the two cuddling peacefully. Gently she removes the IV from Wille and leaves water for them.
Silly boys.
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For two weeks straight they either stayed inside cuddling or being spotted shopping, going on dates, or kissing in public. Hand holding always a must and never an inch apart.
Heaven to be with the one you cherish most.