[10:38am] 01/01/22
Charles: fuck
Eric: Aspirin and a glass of water on your bedside cabinet
Charles: You are honestly a life saver
Eric: I try
Charles: thank you, I definitely drank too much
Eric: No need to be sorry Schatz, you were having fun
Charles: I don't have the best alcohol tolerance level
Eric: I know, remember when you called me in the middle of the night
Charles: Ok that was worse
Eric: Personally I think you're an adorable drunk
Charles: I didn't do anything particularly bad did I?
Eric: Other than drunkenly flirting with me, no
Charles: What did I say...
Eric: you said that my heterochromia was a very groovy mutation
Charles: Um...
Eric: I believe James said "who in earth says groovy these days"
Charles: of course he did
Eric: Eleanor responded with "Charles because he's a fucking Grampa"
Charles: of course she did
Eric: and Logan called you a fuckboy
Charles: I was
Charles: while I was in secondary school and uni
Charles: not anymore though
Eric: haha
Charles: You know I'm not a fuckboy any more, right?
Eric: Are you asking me if I know that you won't leave me?
Charles: ...yes
Eric: I know you won't leave me, you're marrying me after all
Charles: And I'm completely obsessed with you
Eric: that too
Eric: I'm obsessed with you too
Charles: good good
Eric: Hannah said that the only fuckboy was me
Eric: as I'm the only one fucking a boy
Charles: Very true
Eric: Your sister - Eleanor - tried to give everyone a lesson
Charles: oh dear god
Charles: what on...
Eric: prostates
Charles: She fucking what?
Eric: you heard me
Charles: oh my god
Charles: fuck me
Eric: happily
Charles: that little twat
Eric: haha, it was very entertaining
Charles: How much did you have to drink last night?
Eric: a couple of beers
Charles: how much did I have?
Eric: A couple more beers
Charles: descriptive
Eric: yep
Charles: how drunk was Eleanor?
Eric: she had more to drink than you...
Eric: and you were more drunk
Charles: ...
Eric: how do you feel?
Charles: like shit
Charles: my head is pounding
Eric: have you drunk all that water?
Charles: yes
Eric: I'll bring you in some more
Charles: thank you
Eric: Did you want some food, or some tea?
Charles: both please
Eric: scrambled eggs on toast?
Charles: yes please, that's about as much as I'll be able to keep down
Charles: I need to run to the bathroom, I'm gonna puke
[11:11am]
Erik: I'll be there in a second
Charles: thx
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Erik's POV
I walked into mine and Charles' room and placed the tray of breakfast on the bed before rushing into the bathroom. My fiancé was slumped on the floor, throwing up into the toilet. Dropping to my knees, I brushed my hand through Charles' hair and held it back, keeping it out of his face.
"Thanks." He mumbled.
I rubbed his back soothingly and whispered "it's alright, I'm here."
Charles finished puking then with some difficulty, hauled himself to his feet. I wrapped my arm around his waist, keeping him upright. He quickly brushed his teeth then we slowly walked back into the bedroom.
"Sorry about this." Charles whispered, his voice slightly hoarse.
Rolling my eyes, I chuckled "Charles you don't need to be sorry. I'd do anything for you, I love you."
Charles stared up at me, his astonishingly blue eyes and adorable round face making him look like an innocent child.
"You'd do anything for me?" He asked, not quite believing what he heard.
I looked down at him, smiling softly, "yes, anything for mein Liebling."
Charles wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in my chest. I hugged him tightly as he mumbled "I love you so much, I don't deserve you."
"You deserve the world." I whispered lovingly.
"If I deserve the world then continue letting me hug you as you are my world."
My eyes welled up slightly as I held Charles as tightly as I could without hurting him. Honestly, he's the sweetest person ever. He says that he doesn't deserve me, but I'm the one who doesn't deserve him.
"I love you too Charles." I responded, sniffing discretely (well I tried to sniff discreetly but it didn't work).
Charles looked up at me and used his thumb to gently wipe away a tear I didn't realise that had fallen. I bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to his soft, red lips.
"Don't cry," He whispered "I don't like it when you cry."
He sounded like a small child, so innocent and so vulnerable. Clearing my throat I murmured, "you should eat your breakfast before it gets cold."
He nodded then dragged me (for someone so short he is surprisingly strong) into our bed. He put the tray on his lap and asked "have you eaten?"
I nodded, "I had some toast."
Charles smiled "good good, I can't have you not eating."
I rolled my eyes, he could be such a mother hen at times. I pressed a small kiss to his temple before instructing him to eat. He scoffed his breakfast and downed his tea before nestling himself in my arms, his face pressed against my chest. Wrapping my arms around him protectively I asked "are you alright Leibe?"
"Headache." Came the muffled response.
I chuckled "you have what is called a hangover mein Liebster, that is to be expected."
"Fuck off Erik." He mumbled, making no effort to move out of my embrace.
"If you say so." I responded before trying to get out of bed.
Charles clung to me like a limpet "where do you think you're going, get your arse back here."
I rolled my eyes then settled back under the covers, allowing Charles to practically climb on top of me, his head resting in the crook of my neck.
"You told me to fuck off so I was going to fuck off."
"I didn't want you to go." My incredibly sappy fiancé pouted.
I chuckled then wrapped my arms around him "I wasn't actually going to go."
"Good good." He mumbled sleepily.
I pressed a kiss to the side of his head then murmured, "sleep Liebling."
I felt him smile against my neck "I love you Eric."
"I love you too."