Invisible String

Chicken Soup

When their food arrives she asks him if he could eat by himself and he nods. He eats only two spoons and then whines about how bad it tastes. Taylor doesn't listen to any excuse though. He needs to eat because he'll have to take the medicines. She suddenly pulls up the strict boss lady from office and makes Joe eat the whole thing. Then she gives him the tablets.

Joe feels devastated realizing how soon she went from being a sweet wife to a strict mom in the span of a day. He knows that deep down she's scared and she's hiding it with her cold stares.

"Get ready, our flight is in two hours," She places his clothes on the bed. Then she goes to the bathroom to change her clothes as well. She goes for a makeup free look today and ties her hair into a messy bun. When she comes out of the bathroom she finds Joe still being in his old clothes.

"You haven't changed yet?" Taylor sighs looking at him.

"I feel like shit."

"I'm sorry, Do you need help?" She asks him and he nods.

Taylor makes him sit up at the edge of the bed and takes off his shirt. If it was for another moment both of them would've done something else for sure but right now? No way. She makes him wear a black tshirt and brings out his jeans.

"Now do you want me to help with this one too?" She frowns lifting up the jeans in front of him. She sighs when he nods in agreement. She pulls his pants down revealing his black trunks. So he was saying the truth last night, about wearing black underwear. She gulps down looking away and helps him to put on the jeans. After they're done getting ready she starts fixing his hair with her fingers. It feels like she's taking care of her child right now, a giant baby. On the other hand, Joe finds it extremely sexy the way Taylor is taking care of him. Her intimate parts have brushed his neck and hands and cheeks when she was fixing his hair. He just wants to pin her down in this bed but he knows about the poor condition of his weak body. Even Taylor has more strength than him right now and she'll hit him again if he doesn't stop thinking about this. Too bad he can't even kiss her anymore.

After a while the concierge enters the room and takes their luggages. Taylor holds Joe's hand and leads them to the elevator saying goodbye to this room. The room that has witnessed too much. No more waking up next to each other anymore, she sighs at the thought.

When they enter the jet, they're greeted with Joe's favorite hostess once again. But this time Taylor doesn't feel jealous at all. Because she knows Joe is her. Her husband, her responsibility, she takes care of him when he's sick. And somehow she feels superior for it. God why's she acting like Karlie suddenly.

Joe falls asleep as soon as their flight takes off. It's because of the medicines. Taylor keeps her hand intertwined with his because she knows he needs her. He's being vulnerable to her and she likes it. She loves it actually. It gives her comfort knowing that someone trusts her. She places a kiss on his forehead and then starts the screen to watch a movie.

After three hours of flight, they reach home. Sweet home. It hasn't been more than a week here for Taylor yet it feels like a home to her. Their home. They make the rules here. She leads Joe to his room. He goes inside the bathroom to get freshen up and change the clothes. He then comes back to the bed but Taylor is gone. He starts feeling nervous at her absence. He already feels so dependent on her. He sits down on the mattress with a groan. His condition is getting worse and he can't breathe properly because of the nausea. His head hurts. His whole body hurts because of his sleeping position earlier today.

Few minutes later Taylor comes back holding a tray with soup and medicines. She has already gotten changed into comfortable clothes. She fixes Joe's pillows and helps him get into a comfortable position. She smiles at him but he looks like shit. Red nose, messy hair, bloodshot eyes and dry lips. She somehow finds it extremely funny and cute and she doesn't know why. Still, she manages to keep a straight face to take care of him. Laughing in serious situations is a bad habit.

"How are you feeling now?" She puts her hand on his forehead. He's still burning. He doesn't say anything just whimpers.

She puts the thermometer inside his mouth to check the temperature. It's 101°F God. She needs to call the doctor if it doesn't go down anytime soon. Joe looks at her with a helpless stare and Taylor's cold heart melts down. She puts the thermometer down and kisses his forehead.

"You'll get better soon. Let's eat now," She places a cloth on his chest.

"I don't want to eat," Joe whimpers.

"You'll have to eat bab- Joe...Joe. You need energy," She smiles holding the spoon in front of his mouth. He looks at her with puppy eyes to get rid of this situation but one stare from Taylor is enough for him to gulp down the entire bowl. She wipes off his mouth with the cloth and makes him drink the water along with the medicines. Joe can't help but be thankful for this woman in front of him. She's so caring, she's so beautiful. Inside and out. None of his previous girlfriends would've ever taken care of him like this when he's this gross. But she doesn't care. She takes care of him like a mom. Her personality makes him fall in love with her more and more. Each passing day his love for her is growing. How is it possible to love someone this much?

Taylor tucks Joe into the bed and turns the lights off.

"Good night," She kisses his forehead one last time before turning to go to her room.

"Taylor," He speaks up with a thin voice as she's about to leave, "Stay with me, please" He coos holding her hand from behind.