When toi close the front door shut after you, the first thing toi hear is faint sounds. toi think nothing of it and walk into the cuisine to put the groceries away. For all toi know, it could be Justin watching a movie ou your chiot snoring. While humming Small Bump par Ed Sheeran to yourself, toi put the last bit of today’s shopping away into the refrigerator. “Babe?” toi call quietly as toi take of your red flats. When toi don’t get an answer, toi peak into the living room only to find it empty. Your brows meet on your forehead as toi make your way upstairs, still looking for your boyfriend. “Justin?” toi call again while your eyes trace the empty bedroom. Where could he be? The silence is broken when toi suddenly hear groans and small whimpers from the bathroom. toi slowly follow the sound and spot Justin hunched over the toilet, vomiting. Immediately, toi fall to your knees beside him and draw comforting circles on his back. When he is done, toi help him back to the lit and tuck him into the covers.
“Justin, what’s wrong?” toi ask worriedly, not liking the idea of your boyfriend being sick. toi hated seeing him like that. Justin closes his eyes for a brief seconde before re-opening them. “I have a stomach ache. I think I ate something bad,” he explains weakly and toi nod. “Do toi want anything?” Justin shakes his head and buries himself into the warmth of the covers around him. “I don’t think I can keep it down. Lay with me, please?” Justin pouts and with that irresistible face - toi can’t say no. Nodding, toi silently pull off your black cardigan and climb into lit beside him. He’s lying on his back, staring at the ceiling while you’re lying on your side as toi look at him. He whimpers softly and once again his eyes fall shut. Feeling your cœur, coeur swell at his condition, toi scoot closer to him. toi gently sneak your hand under the covers and déplacer it around until toi find the hem of Justin’s t-shirt. A sigh slips out between his lips as toi slowly begin to make soothing circles on his lower stomach. toi smile as toi look at him, happy that toi could help. It doesn’t take long until Justin is sound asleep beside toi but toi still continue with your gentle massage.
“Justin, what’s wrong?” toi ask worriedly, not liking the idea of your boyfriend being sick. toi hated seeing him like that. Justin closes his eyes for a brief seconde before re-opening them. “I have a stomach ache. I think I ate something bad,” he explains weakly and toi nod. “Do toi want anything?” Justin shakes his head and buries himself into the warmth of the covers around him. “I don’t think I can keep it down. Lay with me, please?” Justin pouts and with that irresistible face - toi can’t say no. Nodding, toi silently pull off your black cardigan and climb into lit beside him. He’s lying on his back, staring at the ceiling while you’re lying on your side as toi look at him. He whimpers softly and once again his eyes fall shut. Feeling your cœur, coeur swell at his condition, toi scoot closer to him. toi gently sneak your hand under the covers and déplacer it around until toi find the hem of Justin’s t-shirt. A sigh slips out between his lips as toi slowly begin to make soothing circles on his lower stomach. toi smile as toi look at him, happy that toi could help. It doesn’t take long until Justin is sound asleep beside toi but toi still continue with your gentle massage.
