you woke up at precisely 5 o'clock in the morning, which is unusual for you considering you love to sleep in whenever you have the chance to do so.
The reason you're awake this early is simply because of Brandon.
But, you don't quite think he realizes.
Which is totally fine with you because, you know he wouldn't wake you on purpose unless absolutely necessary.
Today for instance, was an accident.
Once your eyes are locked on his sleeping face you realize that he's slowly kicking the blanket off and turning over with his back facing you.
He lets out a soft groan as if he's in pain and you raise a brow in utter perplexity.
You rub his back and he groans again but a little louder this time which lets you know that something isn't quite right with him.
"Hey...B? You okay?"
You lean over to see if he's heard you or not and when you do, his eyes flutter open gently until he's looking you dead in the face.
"Hiii...sorry, I know I'm probably not the first thing you wanna see when you open your eyes but, You sounded like you were having some pain." You utter softly.
"You're the only thing I wanna see when I open my eyes." He whispers in a raspy voice as if he has to clear his throat and you smile at his compliment but then frown at his tone.
"How are you feeling? You sound absolutely beaten." You ask as he sits up to talk to you properly.
"...kinda tired. I have a headache. I think I'm sick." He tries to sniff but, his nose is clogged and now he's starting to feel like he has to sneeze but, it won't come out.
You gently brush his hair out of his face before resting your hand on his forehead and checking his temperature.
He feels a lot warmer than you expected which worries you a bit and you figured he could tell by the look on your face when you pull away.
"What?"
"Brandon you're heating up. Why are you so hot?"
"... actually, I don't know... I've always assumed I was pretty good looking but-"
You smack his arm in jest and he begins cackling loudly.
"You're obviously not that sick." You grin.
"But that's not what I meant. You're burning up baby. Your temperature feels really high."
"I'm just a little sick... it's probably just a small head cold. I'll be fine."
"... I don't know. Maybe you should stay home today. It's way too hot outside and you're already on fire, I don't want you to pass out or-"
"Y/N.. I'm gonna be okay. Alright? I'm gonna take a shower and get ready and then by then I'll be feeling better already."
"I don't think you should be out of the house if you're feeling off Brandon you should stay home where it's cooler."
"Is this your excuse to keep me home with you all day? I mean, not that there's anywhere I'd rather be... it's just that I wanted to make sure we're good and-"
"We are good. we're so good. Baby, please don't go outside when you're in bad health. It's not good for you."
"I'll be fine."
"No, you'll pass out and be in the hospital and I'll feel guilty for letting you leave when I knew that you were sick. Please for the sake of me, stay home?"
He lets out a sigh and drops his towel back on the dresser where he first had it and sits back on your shared bed.
"Fine. I'll stay home. But only because, you still have to model those three lingerie sets for me that you bought last week"
You grin brightly and kiss his forehead.
"When you're all better I'll model whatever set you want in any color you want."
"Is that a promise?" He smiles whilst pulling you into his lap and you nod as he leans in and tries to plant a kiss to your lips. But, you dodge him effortlessly.
"No, you're sick."
"Wha- it's not even that bad! I feel fine."
"No kisses until you're better."
"I'm better now! I feel like a champ." He speaks in his raspy voice again which doesn't really cause him to sound very convincing.
You raise a brow
"Please?"
"Nope."
"Please?"
"No."
"Baby, please? Why not?"
"I refuse to let you get me sick too. no-"
"Just one? A little one, it'll be quick-"
"I'm gonna go find you something healthy for breakfast."
"Y/N? .....Y/N?!" He calls frustratedly as you casually walk away leaving him alone and in need of an affectionate kiss.
•••
He eats slowly and you can tell he's not pleased by your previous actions.
Also considering his breakfast of orange slices and other healthy fruits.
You smile at him as he tears a slice from it's peel and chews leisurely.
"Good?"
"Absolutely not." He mumbles.
"Why?" You raise a brow.
"....Wanted to kiss you and you walked away from me." He mumbles with a pout and you let out a breathy sigh.
"Do you want me to get sick too?"
"...in sickness and in health."
"Brandon, that is no where near what that means and we're not even married."
He glares at you briefly before finishing your statement with an angry quip of "yet."
"Sorry , yet. Right. Listen, baby...I don't think it's smart to let you get me sick and then we both be stuck in bed all day with no one to help us out. Does that make sense?"
He nods.
"Good. Now finish your fruit. I wanna take care of you.
•••
He takes a bath instead of a shower so that you can sit next to him outside of the tub and chat with him the entire time.
He used to hate taking baths because they made him feel "less of a man" but, you managed to assure him that they're way more relaxing than a shower and definitely not just for the enjoyment of women.
Which got him used to them.
His favorite thing though, is to bathe with you.
Shower or bath. He always offers for you to come along, but today you refuse.
You know he'll try to arouse you and get you all riled up but, that'll jeopardize what you're trying to do for him and you really don't need him to make you forget your duty for him tonight.
You wanted to be his nurse.
Aid him back into better health.
So that his nose isn't stuffed and his head doesn't feel like a jackhammer is being plunged into his skull.
"Here. Pills for your headache. And I think they'll help with your nose too."
"Thank you."
He swallows the pills in an unhurried manner before chasing them down with a glass of water and then handing the cup back to you.
"You're welcome. Massage?"
He smiles and tries to make it seem as if you don't have to do that for him but, you know he needs it.
Your hands work against his tense muscles as you attempt and succeed to loosen him up a bit.
He mumbles something about how much he loves you and you smile but, allow him to be washed over with relaxation as you continue working his muscles.
Once he's out of the bath, he dresses in warm clothing and goes to lay down,
You kiss his forehead and promise him that once he wakes up from his nap dinner will be done, to which he nods and floats into a deep sleep.
•••
He slept the entire rest of the night and once he wakes up the next morning he feels much better and also notices that he completely slept through dinner.
After he freshens up, he's looking for you all over the small apartment and when he peeks up at the clock on the wall it reads 6:35AM and he now realizes that you're at work.
He frowns and decides that he should probably eat something before he attempts to call you.
And his heart swells in his chest when he stops at the fridge and notices that you've written a little message for him in neat, yet also incredibly terrible handwriting.
'made you some eggs, they're in the microwave. Please eat some more fruit today. I love you so much Xx -Y/N'
He smiles to himself and warms up his food before sitting at the dining room table to eat.
At about 1PM he eats a bowl of grapes and strawberries and he's surprised when he sees you walk through the door with an armful of bags.
"Hiii" he jumps up and kisses your cheeks as you try to swat him away but, he won't allow it.
"M'not sick anymore, look!" He sniffs freely and he doesn't sound stuffy which precipitates a sweet smile to form on your lips.
"Headache?"
"Gone."
"Did you cough today...At all?"
"Nope."
Which wasn't a complete lie, the only time he coughed today was merely because he had tried one of your sour gumballs earlier and nearly choked at how severely sour it truly was. But he'd never say it out loud.
"Good. Then I can do this."
You press your lips to his lovingly and he whimpers quietly at the feeling.
You kind of forgot how amazing his lips are and how much you missed them.
He tastes like strawberries and cream and you really don't want to pull away but the grocery bags you're carrying are growing heavier and heavier by the minute.
And you guessed that it was probably quite noticeable because, Brandon pulls away and takes them from your grasp.
"Mm, sorry. Let me take those." He mumbles as you smile politely.
"Thanks baby."
He gives you a wink and casually unpacks the groceries.
He raises a brow when he notices that your items don't really quite match.
"Not really sure if I want whipped cream and chocolate covered ribs for dinner Y/N"
You cackle loudly and he smiles at your beautiful face before allowing you to elaborate.
"Whipped cream and chocolate are for the strawberries. I hope you didn't eat them all."
"Lucky for you, I didn't."
"What'd you get for sides?"
"Mashed potatoes and green beans"
He frowns at the words "green beans" and you giggle.
"I'll make you some rice or something, I know you're not a veggie boy."
He laughs loudly and you kiss his lips before getting started on dinner.
•••
You're in the living room together after dinner and you've fed him and made him absolutely stuffed with ribs and mashed potatoes with red wine as your choice drink.
and for dessert; chocolate covered strawberries.
He feels so lucky to have someone like you in his life and he's so grateful for you and everything you have done for him.
Not even just when he was sick.
Just in general.
There isn't a waking moment in his life that he doesn't want to spend next to you and he tries to show you that attention as much as he can.
"Y/N?"
"Mm?" You bite into a particularly large strawberry with both eyes still glued to your television.
"Can you look at me please?"
"Sorry, yeah. Hi." You grin and he smiles back.
"Wanna ask you something important."
"Okay, go ahead."
"I've been thinking...you and I have lived together for a few months now and...I still haven't met your mother so-"
"You wanna meet my mom?" You interject and he lets out a hesitant breath before continuing.
"...yeah. I mean, you've met mine and she adores you. I want that same admiration from your mom too. I want her trust."
"...oh."
"Is that...a problem?"
"No! No no...not at all it's just...uhm- no one's ever...wanted that...before. at least not with me."
He grins widely and presses his lips to your affectionately.
His heart is replete with euphoria and he's never felt this way about a woman ever in his life which is making this moment even better than it already was.
You immediately arrange a date for you all to get-together and have dinner and once you hang up the phone Brandon hauls you over his shoulder and carries you down the hall to your bedroom.
When you ask what he's doing, he mumbles something about making a baby but, you hear and smack his back whilst smiling like an idiot.
"BRANDON!?" You shout a little louder than necessary.
"There has to be a topic of conversation right?" He grins before tossing you down on the bed with a hearty bounce.
This was literal TRASH I'm sorry but i had no idea what to do ahh I'm sorry
Also aaaaaahhhh!?!?! Not proofread aaahhhh