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One of the quirks of being in a relationship with a defense attorney is the constant soirees taking place regularly. Whether it be after the winning of a case, a get-together, or even an event between the attorneys and prosecutors of Los Angeles.
One such occasion occured previous evening, and you went along with Kristoph Gavin as a plus one. Despite the fact that the two forms of lawyers present were, in the technical sense, enemies, everyone was seemingly having a great evening.
Around eleven at night, Kristoph dropped you off at your apartment in his car, and you swiftly changed from your formal clothing into something a lot more comfortable, and did your nightly rituals before heading off to rest.
You and Kristoph always ensured to message each other pleasantries, so right before you went to sleep, you sent him a message saying to have a lovely night; after a few moments, he replied back. Satisfied, you set an alarm for ten in the morning—tomorrow being a Sunday allowed you to sleep for a lot longer—and you finally decided to shed off all of your exhaustion by taking a deep slumber.
Hearing the nearby tune of your alarm made you open your eyes in frustration. The previous day was certainly taking a toll on you, but nonetheless you groggily got up and turned off your alarm. Pulling the curtains aside, you peered at the awakened and alive city from the view of your window.
You went into your restroom and began preparing yourself for the new day—you didn't exactly have plans, but you at least wished to look presentable should an opportunity come your way. You brushed your teeth, took a quick shower and dressed yourself.
Finally, you went up to your nightstand and picked up your phone. In your notifications rested a message from Kristoph.
[Krissy <3] - 6:00 a.m.
‘Good morning, dear. Are you well from last night?’
Six in the morning?! Well, you admired his sleep ethics, that's for sure.
[You] - 10:40 a.m.
‘gm!!! srry i planned to wake up late today’
After a few moments, you received a reply.
[Krissy <3] - 10:40 a.m.
'No worries, dear. You haven't answered my question, though.'
You rolled your eyes.
[You] - 10:40 a.m.
‘yes yes im fine. u?’
[Krissy <3] - 10:41 a.m.
‘Could be better.”
At this, you raised an eyebrow.
[You] - 10:41 a.m.
‘huh??’
You attempted to call Kristoph to have an idea on what was going on, but he denied on the first ring.
[Krissy <3] - 10:41 a.m.
‘As much as I would love to hear your voice, I can't speak quite well at the moment.’
[You] - 10:41 a.m.
‘what happened?? why cant you speak rn??’
[Krissy <3] - 10:41 a.m.
‘Just sick, is all.’
As you read the messages, you frowned. How did Kristoph manage to get sick?
[You] - 10:42 a.m.
‘we dont have to, but can we call? i want to see whats up with ur voice’
After a couple seconds, an incoming call appeared on your phone, prompting you to immediately answer.
“Hello,” Came from the caller. An extremely hoarse and low voice.
“Geez, it really is that bad…” You thought out loud. “Is the voice your only symptom?”
“No, dear. I.. have also had quite the headache since morning.”
You slowly nodded, as if he could see you. “Is it a hangover?”
You heard Kristoph sigh. “I'm not hungover, darling.”
You pouted. “You were drinking a lot of wine yesterday,” You attempted to reason.
“I have a high tolerance, and either way, I'm incredibly careful with my alcohol,” Argued Kristoph like a true lawyer. You supposed you couldn't argue against that; he did have a high tolerance.
“Have you taken pain killers yet?” You asked, and followed up to clarify, “For your headache?”
“I drank tea alongside toast some hours back to take the medicine,” He explained.
You paused; had he only eaten toast for the entire morning?
“Did you have breakfast afterwards..?” You questioned.
“Didn't require,” He simply answered.
You scoffed. “What do you mean ‘didn't require’? Especially when you’re sick, you can't miss out on food!”
Kristoph hummed dismissively. “I really didn't, dear.”
You swiftly headed to the entrance of your apartment keys in hand while the call was still on.
“What's with the shifting?” Kristoph enquired, to only receive the sound of a door locking in return.
“I'm going to your place.”
“...why?”
“To make you breakfast, obviously.” You answered. “And.. to make sure you're alright.”
Kristoph chuckled. “If it puts your mind at ease.”
You rang the doorbell and patiently waited for its opening. Bit of shuffling followed behind the closed doors, and then they opened, showing Kristoph in such a disheveled state that you had never seen before.
His usually well-kept hair was tied up in a low-ponytail, with several strands of hair peeking out. His face screamed exhaustion—perhaps he couldn't sleep at all the past night. He was draped in a loose nightsuit, so it didn't look as if he were having plans today either.
You entered and Kristoph closed the door behind you, heading straight to the kitchen to prepare him a meal. Kristoph chuckled as he watched you go.
“No water or tea? You had to go through quite the journey to come here.”
You waved your hand. “No thanks—just take a seat on the dining table.”
Kristoph nodded. “Need my assistance?”
You turned around and crossed your arms. “Kristoph, I'm here because you're sick.”
“Ah fine, I understand,” He said, doing as he was told, and pulled out a chair placed under the dining table, taking a seat.
Now that you were in his kitchen, you weren't sure on what to prepare. Pancakes? Waffles? Kristoph wasn't that much of a picky eater, so you settled for the former. You also decided to take out maple syrup—his favorite to add onto a pancake—from one of the shelves and began cooking.
You brought two plates into the dining room—you hadn't eaten anything since you had woken up, so you also had made some for yourself—and placed them onto the dining table. Kristoph watched you attentively as you sat yourself opposite to him, and gave a soft smile.
“Let me know how they are,” You told him, gesturing to the plates.
“So kind you are,” Kristoph replied, taking a bite. “Just as sweet as this maple syrup.”
You scoffed, taking a bite. It was pretty good, so you were definitely proud of yourself. Along with the pancake, you bit back a sarcastic reply.
You two engaged in some small talk while finishing the breakfast, speaking of yesterday's event, Kristoph's cases, and your work.
“I'll take these to the sink,” Kristoph spoke, once the two of you finished. You stood up to protest, but with a glare you sat back down. He chuckled, heading to your side and giving a gentle kiss to your temple as he picked up your plate, and then his, and headed back into the kitchen.
All you could do was smile sheepishly.