Forever Yours

| T H I R T Y |

The night we came back from our week trip, Fred mentioned something about having a sore throat. He took an Advil then fucked me to sleep.

This morning, I woke up naked to an empty bed and the faint sound of someone throwing up.

I got up and pulled on Fred's shirt as I ran out the door to the washroom where Fred was, kneeling down at the toilet face in.

Never, in the whole time I've known Fred, have I ever seen Fred sick. Starting from year one. Sure, sometimes he gets the occasional cough or sniffles, but never sore-throat-sick-in-the-toilet type of sick.

I dropped to my knees beside him and rubbed my hand against his bare back, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

Once he stopped throwing up, he stayed still for a second, then tilted his head back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then flushed the toilet. He sat back against the wall and closed his eyes.

He was all pale in the face and he had bags under his eyes. Did he not sleep last night? "I'll go get you water." I said as I pushed up to my feet and he just nodded.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass then filled it up with water and went back to the washroom. I passed it to him and he thanked me quietly and took a small sip.

He must've picked something up when we were in town those couple of times. I'm sure it wasn't the cleanest place. There's no way he has alcohol poisoning because the last time he drank was my birthday three days ago, and even then not a lot.

I ran my fingers through his hair then kissed his forehead, feeling how warm he was against lips.

I turned around and went over to the sink and grabbed his toothbrush and opened the drawer to get the toothpaste.

"What's that grin for?" I asked with a little smile, seeing his reflection in the mirror. He looks a little happy even after he just empty his stomach.

"I can see your bare cunt." He said. I gasped and looked down at my bare legs, and from the angle Fred was sitting at, he could see up my shirt and between my thighs.

"Too bad you're not touching, sicky." I looked back down at what I was doing and continued to squeeze the toothpaste into his toothbrush.

His arms wrapped around my waist not even a minute later and I looked back up in the mirror, seeing him behind me, shirtless and only in his boxers.

"Here," I reached my hand up above my head and Freddie took it. I hopped up on the counter beside him and his eyes dropped down to my lap. I can't help or if the damn shirt bunches up over my ass! "Alright, I'm going to go change."

"No- Bee. Don't be like that." He held onto my wrist as he bent over and spit the toothpaste into the sink then went back to brushing his teeth.

"Well you keep looking at me." I mumbled.

"When do I not?" He rolled his eyes. He should get in trouble for rolling his eyes.

"I need to go call your mum," I sighed as I got down to my feet and he let of me. "Lucky you don't get your parents over."

I walked out of the room and stopped by our bedroom to grab my phone then dialled Molly as I walked to the kitchen.

"Good morning sweetie," Molly answered. It still makes me feel weird how one day she is being all bitchy to me and the next she's nice again.

"Hi, I'm so sorry to do this, but we're going to have to cancel our dinner for tonight." I said. I wonder what I can make for Fred. I can't make eggs, they won't cook right.