Formula 1 One-Shots (I)

Mick Schumacher [6]

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Groaning I turn a bit around on the couch. Since the previous night I am not feeling well, having an aching and grumbling stomach while the fever makes me shiver. I had to throw up in the night but now it is just the cramps and a bit of a nauseous feeling. Mick has cared for me during the night and is now out to get some medicine for me.

When the door falls close, I don't even lift my head, just staying cuddled under my blanket while Mick hangs up his coat and get rid of his shoes. He looks trough the doorway, smiling softly at me but still with a bit of worry in his face.

"Hey love, still not feeling better?" Mick greets me and comes close, leaning down to give me a kiss on the forehead because I don't let him kiss me normally. He mutters some words I can't understand when he feels the still hot skin on my head. "Maybe a bit." I mumble what is a straight lie because I still feel as miserable as when he left to get the medicine.

"Give me five minutes, I make you a new hot water bottle and then cuddle with you under the blanket." Mick announces, taking the water bottle out of my hand before he disappears into the kitchen, making some new hot water. While the water gets warm, Mick makes me a tea and brings me the medication with a glass of water.

I take the medicine, grimacing a bit because of the taste but I know that it will help me to get better. Mick gets the hot water bottle out of the kitchen and then he cuddles under the blanket with me His arm wraps tightly around me, pulling close to his chest. I burry my head in his neck, breathing in deeply and relaxing beneath him. We lay here for a few minutes, doze off for a bit and not doing anything until Mick starts to move.

He slides under the blanket, making me open my eyes because I am curious what he is up to. "What are you doing Mick?" I ask him when he rolls my sweater up, not in the mood to get intimate with him now. "Shh." Mick mumbles and smiles up to me before he starts to press gentle kisses onto my warm skin. Pressing his lips closely against my stomach, let them linger there for a moment before he lifts his lips and place them a few centimetres beside the last kiss.

"You can't kiss stomach cramps away darling." I laugh softly because of his cute behaviour and let my fingers slide trough his blond hair. "I can try." Mick smiles before he continues to press kisses onto my skin. Spreading them around my belly button until he seems to be satisfied with his work.

"I hope you feel better?" Mick asks when he is up at my height again, wrapping his arms tightly around and let me cuddle close again. I have to suppress another giggle because Mick sound so seriously, really hoping that he could make it at least a bit better.

"Definitely." Is my answer for him what makes him mutter a "Good." Before we both are drifting closer and closer to a sleeping stage just loving the fact that we can be close to the other.