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Nikolai
I'm attempting to make some chicken soup while the sweetest distraction clings to me like a Koala. He is covered in a blanket while hugging my back. His lips occassionally brush against my bare back and neck in the gentlest of kisses. I try to bite back a smile at how adorable this whole situation is.
"Baby, why don't you lie down on the bed while this simmers?"
I point towards the pot while looking at him over my shoulder.
"I can't see you from there"
He scrunches up his nose and flattens his warm cheek against my back.
He is so goddamn cute.
My heart might just burst at this point.
This morning, I've woken up to a sick looking Bran. I checked his temperature and turned out he had a fever. I frantically called my parents for their help, who told me a warm bowl of soup, medicine and a good amount of rest works wonders.
So that's exactly what I'm doing. I'm making some soup for us.
Or trying to is a more accurate description.
It looks nothing like the online images I searched, but dad told me to trust the process and let it simmer.
That's what I was doing when this little cuteness walked out and demanded attention.
I nudge him from my back to make him sit on the kitchen stool. He protests but hugs me again as soon as he's comfortable.
I love that only I can see him like this.
Only fucking me.
I turn the stove off and pour the soup in a bowl. Not gonna lie it looks really unappetising. But I don't really have any other option right now.
I really need to learn how to cook.
I slide the bowl and spoon in Bran's direction.
"Here you go lotus flower, eat this"
He looks at the bowl then back at me and opens his mouth.
I look at him, amused.
"You want me to feed you?"
He nods his head like an obedient child.
"You're so full of surprises"
I'm really, really loving this version of him.
The only con of this, is the fact that he is sick, I'd rather he be perfectly healthy.
Drunk Bran on the other hand is my absolute favourite. He is needy, unbothered and wild as fuck, I cherish those times when he comes home drunk.
I'm brought out of my thoughts by a kiss on my stomach and Bran nuzzling his face in.
I inwardly groan at that.
"Baby, please don't"
To distract him, I take a spoonful of the soup and bring it near his lips, he eats it without any complaints.
"It's good" he says with a smile.
"Yeah?"
"Yes"
He takes my palm in his hands and kisses my knuckles.
"Thank you for making this for me. You are the best"
My heart thuds louder in my chest as he gazes at me with the softest of smiles.
What is he doing to me?
I gulp nervously.
I'm never nervous, damn it.
Unconsciously I bring a spoonful of the soup towards my own mouth. Bran panics slightly and I don't have time to react when the salty and slightly weird taste hits my tongue.
I immediately drop the spoon.
What the hell?
I reach for water and gulp it down. I glance at Bran to see a slightly apologetic expression on his face.
I fill up the glass again and nudge him lightly to drink it, he does.
"I'm so sorry, lotus flower. Why didn't you say anything?"
"It was good"
"It's bad. It's inedible"
"It's not. Just a little extra salt. Besides you made it for me. That matters more"
My heart crawls up to my throat, threatening to spill between us so I hug him tightly to my chest.
"I'll order something for us"
"I can finish that"
he says pointing towards the big bowl.
"No, I won't let you. Let's cuddle till the food arrives, okay?"
He smiles widely at the idea, I can't help but smile back.
We cuddle till the food arrives, then eat the food, I give him the medicine and order him to go to bed. He refuses,
"But I can't sleep without you, Niko" is what he says.
And I really, really want to show him, how much I love him, but I can't right now.
I take him to the bed and he instantly snuggles like a cat.
"Such a needy baby" I whisper against his forehead.
"Your needy baby" his reply his smothered by my chest.
"All mine"
I can't help myself. I lower my head to capture his lips when he covers my mouth with his palm.
"What?" I mumble against his hand.
"No kisses today. Or you'll catch a cold just like me"
"Baby, your boyfriend has an immunity of an ox, nothing's going to happen to me"
He starts to protest but I just lean down and kiss him, telling him everything I can't with words.
The next morning
I feel groggy when I wake up, my throat is scratchy and my nose is runny. I grumble and turn around to find Bran placing the medicine on my bedside table.
"Good morning" he greets happily.
"Morning"
I can see his lips twitching into a small smile.
"You really want to say, 'I told you so' don't you?
I question him raising my eyebrows.
"Actually no. I want to say, so much for having 'immunity of an ox"
I don't have an answer to that. He laughs as I groan and fall back on to the bed.