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Brimwave had advantages and disadvantages because it was an island and a small community, one of which was that some things were never stayed hidden for long. Everyone talks or raise expectations when they notice something. It was no different for Sam when his acquaintances and friends found out what they already knew before he and Mark got officially together. Not that he was hiding it either, never did, his interest shows were far beyond of a simple undercover, so officially being with Mark, a policeman he had met in a case solved a while ago in that place, was no big deal. Although for some it was still a surprise that he was even lucky about it.
Luck. Something he didn't seem to have. But patience and personal insistence got him where was now, after all, Mark wasn't a really bad-man either for rejecting him a few times before or asking him to take it easy, he understood his motives and Mark understood him later much later, they both ended up going too fast together sometimes, naturally as much as the waves on the beach. Their relationship had been full of many things, from experiences with disagreements to kisses and caresses exchanged whenever they could to intense intimate moments of love and trust. Then he blinked and there they were together in the same house, engaged. This is where new life really begins again, funny you should say.
Mark asked Sam to marry him, not that Sam wasn't planning it too, but his boyfriend was quicker, he didn't complain, it was cute and very relieving, better that than thinking he was going too fast again with Mark. It happened when they were having a moment together, almost a date, only indoors? Something like that. Sam was very focused on finishing the rest of the snack they had while the movie they were watching finished, and it was then that Mark decided to speak, speak not, to do and the dark-haired man got up only to kneel down and ask for his hand.
Sam remembers it, how amazed and happy had been afterwards. The memory ran fresh in mind causing him smile, and just like that, opened the door of their house. His house with his fiancé. Speaking of him, where was he? Curiously not in the living room, perhaps in the kitchen? Sleeping? I'd appreciate it, Mark sometimes needs to stop working a little.
Walking slowly through, the blue-eyed man decided not mind the silence, Mark was home he was sure of it, after all, it was he who had called before arrived to say he had left job early. Taking a short shower and changing into something more comfortable, he finally went to make himself something light to eat, yawning from a tiring routine that day. However, worry hit just after had told the situation that everything was fine. This was because remembered that Mark hardly ever left job early for no reason. In other words, something had happened and that's why the house was silent and he wasn't even greeted by the same.
-Mark? - Sam's voice echoed as he looked for the other in their bedroom, opening the door to see his fiancé in bed just waking up from perhaps a nap looking at him.
-Sam? You're here, I overslept. Sorry. - Mark replied in a groggy voice. Sam thought it was strange, but he must have just been tired.
-You left early? Why? This isn't normal, unfortunately - he didn't hesitate to ask at that moment, approaching of bed to kiss him on forehead. Mark replied with an affectionate murmur and a kiss back.
-Nothing much, Sam. I just had a bad stomach time so they sent me home. - He said it like being sent home was awful.
-How nice, huh? Were you planning to keep working? And you were sick? God Mark! -Sam muttered worriedly, he was always like that.
-In my defense, I'm busy with an important investigation! I can't keep stopping like this, it'll slow me down! - His fiancé objected, indignant that he would be taking a few days off to rest.
-Of course. As if I'm going to fall for that, have you eaten? - He asked, looking around at the small mess in the room.
-No, I was too tired for that. I went straight to sleep. - Mark mumbled, turning over in bed causing Sam to worry more, but he was sick, so it made sense.
-I'll make some food then, something light and nice, soup maybe. Get some more rest or if you can get a bath it might help too, angel - Sam said and stoped at bedroom door to take one last look at him.
- Mmph... I'll be in in a few minutes, thank you, my love. - Mark replied with voice still tired.
Sam left the bedroom then and went into the kitchen to prepare a nice soup for both, it was always good to cook that when you were ill, it was rich and made your appetite open up. But thought, Mark got sick so easily and quickly, he was fine a few days ago. Man, it must be the stress, he warned Mark but he hardly listened and sometimes wanted to lock him in the house and make take a vacation. Anyways, Sam prepared everything with a lot of patience and care, cutting the food as small as possible to put in the boiling water, potatoes, chayote, meat, broccolis, light spices just for a taste to make anyone hungry, while he stirred the freshly cooked pasta, Mark had come out of his bath and into the kitchen finally to check on his fiancé and what he was cooking but when he smelled the food something made his stomach just turn over.
-Lov- Mark? - Sam said as turned and saw the other man's ugly face, not ugly of disgust but nauseated, and when he went to help Mark left for the bathroom. Quickly Sam followed, the two found themselves in the bathroom soon. Without protest, he bent down to stroke the brown's back and support him while poured almost nothing out of his stomach. When had finished, he breathed heavily with his throat poorly treated, whimpered as he lay against Sam on the bathroom floor.
-I'm sorry, you're making soup and it must be delicious, but the smell made me vomit for no reason. The same thing happened at work, but was the smell of other things. - He explained himself in a low, hoarse voice and Sam just gave him a 'shhh', patting him on the back and brushing strands of hair out of his eyes with a finger.
-It's okay, my darling. You've caught a illnesses and it's normal to feel sensitive and bad about everything, don't worry. - He assured.
-Hmm... I hate this, I shouldn't had, I have things to finish. I hate being stuck - Mark was then cut off by his fiancé's voice.
-You're sick because you work too much, that's for sure, Mark. You're stressed and that makes it easier for you to get sick. I'll tell the police station that you'll be resting and that's that. You need to rest. - Sam said, getting up and Mark was about to open his mouth in protest, but he didn't and was helped up by Sam after. -Let's try to eat a little at least.
-Ok, thanks.
So they both went back to the kitchen, Sam closed the pressure cooker and then after a few minutes the soup was finished, he gave some in a deep dish to Mark who took a while to eat but slowly filled his stomach. Satisfied, he ate too, thinking that maybe it was just the flu or a just a really bad stomach? Mark thought so until then. After cleaned up the kitchen, the couple went to their bedroom and lay down on bed cuddled together, Mark was feeling a bit sentimental after the whole thing. He fell asleep quickly, hugging Samuel, who stayed awake longer just patting his back until fell asleep too. The next day would be hell in a way, after all, it was like keeping a cat caged when it came to preventing Mark from doing anything and resting for a whole day.