Chapter 32


I woke up laying on Justin's hard, bare chest as it rose and fell softly. He had his arms wrapped tightly around me and quiet snores escaped from his slightly parted lips. He used his other arm under his pillow which he thought was more comfortable. I gently wriggled out of his grip not waking him as I make my way downstairs. I decided to let Justin sleep since we hadn't got much on vacation. And since there was no going back to sleep for me I just got up. I went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water, hydrating myself. I guess you could say I wasn't feeling to good. I had no appetite and just wanted to lay down all day. I felt like I could throw up any minute. That's not a good thing. I walked out to the living room and threw myself down on the couch, wrapping myself in a blanket that was previously there. I rested my head on the back of the couch and shut my eyes, relaxing myself until Justin would wake up.

I sat there for what seemed like forever before I finally felt my sickness coming up. I shot up and ran for the bathroom down the hall, getting sick into the toilet. There wasn't much to come up, but I felt it keep coming. When I had finally finished my little sickness outburst, I sat on the floor and caught my breath. I felt tears roll down my cheeks because I absolutely hate being sick. Suddenly, Justin appeared in the doorway, making me jump. His eyes widened when he saw me in the state was in and rushed to my side.

"Babe, don't cry. You're fine. You can't help it." He comforted sitting right next to me. He wrapped his arms around me and stroked my hair in a comforting way. I sobbed into his chest for a few minutes until he had finally got me to calm down. "Brush your teeth. I'm gonna go make you some breakfast. Maybe that might help you feel better." He told me helping me off the floor. I nodded and did as I was told as he left me to myself. I grabbed a spare toothbrush from the cup on the counter and quickly brushed my teeth. I then grabbed another cup and drank some water, making sure the horrible taste was out of my mouth. I heard into the kitchen where Justin was cooking me some chicken noodle soup.

"J you said breakfast. Not lunch." I teased him, sitting down at the island in the kitchen.

"But soup always helps right?" He smirked at me and kissed my forehead. I giggled weakly and nodded my head.

"I love you," I said to him before He turned around to continue making the soup.

"I love you too." He replied blowing me an air kiss. I giggled again and sat there watching his every move. He was still shirtless and wearing his sweats, just the way he always is. But hey, I ain't complaining. Surprisingly, he knew just what he was doing. I'm sure he's watched his mom make her delicious soup many times.

After a short while, he poured some soup into a bowl and handed it to me. "Thanks baby." I mumbled ready to eat it, even though I didn't have my appetite. I savored the flavor, which was actually very good as Justin sat down and watched me.

"Good?" He asked referring to the soup. I nodded my head and watched him smile his million dollar smile. His perfect teeth were the first things I noticed.

"How did I get so lucky with you?" I asked him seeing him laugh cutely.

"Because we were made for each other." He said standing up. "I'm gonna take a shower and then go get Penny from Ryan and Stephanie's." He said kissing my cheek in the way by.

"I'm going with you." I said before he left the room.

"Hails you're sick." He protested. "I don't want you out."

"Justin I want to go though. Besides, I'm starting to feel better. Your soup really hits the spot." I told him. Honestly, I was oddly feeling better. Maybe I'm just readjusting to out altitude. Or maybe I ate something bad.

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