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I can’t believe it.
Today was supposed to be perfect, neither me or Matthia had any matches scheduled. We were gonna spend the whole afternoon romantically painting each other! Um, after convincing Edgar to let us use some of her supplies of course.. then, hang out in the manors garden after baking together, I wrote down so many recipes just for what!
Mike huffs disappointedly, annoyance creeping up on her face after the internal monologue.
Her head is banging and heat clings on to her skin, but worst of all, her throat. My God, it itches and burns all at once. Dang it, she caught a cold. The realization makes Mike groan.
Fuck, I should’ve listened to Matthia yesterday when she offered the cup of salt water to gargle. But can you blame me? It tastes horrible, it’s like I’m tasting ocean water or something! It makes me gag every time. Of course I said I did before we went to bed last night, but in reality, I just threw the concoction down the drain. Goodness, she’s gonna be so mad when she finds out.
As if on cue, Mike feels the arms around her tighten as her brown haired lover pulls her closer against her chest. A blush dusts her freckled cheeks at the action, oh Matthia.. She's always so sweet to me in the morning. I could almost feel my worries melting away as lips pressed gently against my nape. “Moje láska..” she whispers softly into my ear, with her nose grazing against it making me shiver and lean into her loving touch. Lost in the haze of warmth and morning affection, Mike almost forgets she’s sick at all. That is until Matthia shifts, tilting her chin, leaning in to kiss her. The blonde reacts almost immediately, slapping her palms against the other’s mouth in a panic.
“No-!”
Guilt creeps on Mike's face when she sees the reaction of her lover, confused and worried. “Mike?” Matthia mutters against her palm. This makes the blonde sigh, kissing the hand that separates their lips from touching as a quiet apology before lowering them away from her face. “Mike..” She tries again “…Is everything okay?” The brunette questions, cautiously intertwining her fingers with the blonde. Mike shakes her head, and she can’t bring herself to talk, as her strained voice would be a dead giveaway that she’s sick! She avoids her gaze. Her eyes darting around the shared room in hopes to stall this ridiculous confession. The blonde can already envision Matthia’s disappointed face when she breaks the news!
But her girlfriend can read her like a book, and after a moment of silence Matthia’s brows furrow in realization.
“…You’re sick, aren’t you.”
Mike's head snaps towards her, wide eyed. “Hehe…” she laughs nervously before slumping against the bed in defeat, staring up at the ceiling as Matthia exhales. It’s soft, not angry nor disappointed like the freckled girl expected. And that just makes the guilt add tenfold, of course Matthia isn’t angry. Why would she be angry that her girlfriend’s sick?
A soft hand guides Mike to face the brunette, another rests atop her forehead. Matthia winces at the temperature.
“Goodness, you’re burning up.”
The freckled blonde frowns at her girlfriend‘s expression, only if I wasn’t so stubborn she thought.
“Mm sorry..” Mike murmurs, voice coming out hoarse and uneven.
“Don’t be, it can’t be helped.” Matthia brushes some strays behind her ear in an attempt to comfort but the other just huffs in response, turning her face slightly away as frustration bubbles up.
“But today was supposed to be just for us! We had so much planned out and I just had to ruin it,.” Mike finally gets out, tears swell up making her periwinkle hues shimmer. How embarrassing, she always gets so emotional when she’s sick.
“Oh moje láska..” Matthia carefully cups her cheeks, wiping away any fallen tears from her lover. “You didn’t ruin a thing.”
Mike sniffles, unconvinced, and her brows knitting together. “It feels like I let you down…”
“Let me down?” Matthia giggles, pressing her forehead against the blonde’s with closed eyes before continuing. “You could never.”
Mike can feel her chest tightening at that, face heating up more than it already is.
“But..” She murmurs, “our plans..” Mike continues to whine. The brunette hums, seemingly lost in thought. “We could always change them.” She leans back.
Mike tilts her head, “How so?”
“Well first of all we could still paint together.” Matthia suggests with a smile.
Mike groans loudly, throwing the blanket over her face. “But I’m all sick and sweaty! I probably look horrible right now.”
“Please,” The brunette's remaining eye rolls at her dramatic lover. “You look beautiful no matter what state you’re in.” The freckled blonde lowers the sheet down to where their eyes meet, and Matthia huffs a laugh, noticing the telling squint whenever she’s smiling wide.
“Then when we’re done, we could make some soup if you have enough energy for it.” The blonde hums, “Soup…” She brings a hand to her throat, massaging it. “That would be nice right about now..”
Matthia pulls the rest of the cover down so she could see her lovely girl, “Mhmm.” She smiles, “And after allll of that,” she drags out, “we could take a nice long bath and take a nap. I’ll even massage you.”
“A massage? Oh how you spoil me!” The girl exaggerates, making the other giggle, “I just enjoy taking care of you.”
Mike smiles warmly, how in the world did she get so lucky with this girl?
“So, you’re not mad at me?” She raises a brow.
Matthia sighs, “The only thing I’m mad about is you lying to me.”
“Oh, right..” The blonde blinks, mind wandering back to last night. “I’m sorry Mattie..”
“It’s alright, knowing how stubborn you are I knew you never really took it in the first place.”
Mike stays silent at that, until a cough breaks through the silence. It’s sharp and sudden, forcing her to curl in on herself. Her throat burns worse after, eyes watering as she presses the back of her hand to her lips.
Matthia jumps to her aid, moving to rub her lovers back with care. “Ugh…” Mike grunts, “Is there any way I can make it up to you Mattie?” The freckled blonde looks up, hues big and pleading. And almost as if the brunette has been waiting for this question, her gaze switches from worry to mischief immediately. “Oh, I know exactly how.” Mike's startled, face twisting into horror when she realizes.
“Oh no..” Mike gulps.
“Oh yes.” She snickers.
Matthia is on the move, and she rushes off the bed as the other scrambles to grab her arm. But, the brunette is too fast for the acrobat's sickly body.
“You can’t make me gargle that!” Mike desperately begs, but to no avail, “I’ll do anything! Matthia pleaseeee!”
-Is the last thing Matthia hears before rushing out the door from their shared bedroom, and the brunette's distant laughter causes Mike to whine and flop back down on the bed, stuffing her face into the soft sheets in defeat. Her lips curl to a smile after a beat, turning to face her girlfriend's side of the bed, and her heart feels like it’s about to jump out of her chest.
Her Matthia.. her beautiful girl who’s gonna spend the whole day stuck to her side.
I guess today is perfect after all.