Moments of Vulnerability!

 

        I entered home after attending an event, wearing a wine-red sleeveless gown, left my heels at the entrance, lay down on the couch, and drifted off to sleep as I was feeling tired. 

After almost an hour, I woke up due to the guilt of sleeping in makeup and went to the bathroom to remove it. 

I placed my hands on the edges of the basin, looked in the mirror, and saw that the makeup was still intact, the blow-dried hair was looking great, the red lipstick was still in place, and the Smokey eyes were a little watery. I looked like a heroine who's depressed over her career. Too tired to bother, I decided to leave the makeup on.

Meanwhile, he arrived home, I turned to exit the bathroom, and as I stepped out, he entered the room, his eyes fixed on me. 

He was stunned, and said, "You look breathtakingly gorgeous." 

As he moved forward, he offered his hand for me to take. I placed my hands in his, and he pulled me close. 

As I blushed while looking at him, I placed my forehead on his shoulder, and my cheek almost touched his. 

He felt the warmth and placed his hand on my forehead, saying, "You're burning with fever." 

"Maybe, I've been feeling tired", I replied. 

He picked me into his arms, carried me to the car, and drove me to the doctor.

        The next morning, he placed the thermometer on my forehead to check my temperature. I opened my eyes slightly as I woke up. 

He was sitting beside me, smiling, and said, "Your body temperature is normal now," while placing the thermometer on the side table. 

"Take some rest; you'll recover soon. I've alerted the house-help, they'll take care of you," he continued.

"Are you going?" I asked, while getting up to sit.

 "Yeah, I have a meeting at the office. I'll be back in a couple of hours," he said, getting up from the bed. 

"Call me if you need anything," he added.

I hummed softly in response. He kissed my forehead and went outside the room.

As he was walking out of the house for his office, but then he stopped, turned, and came to me as I was still sitting on the bed. I turned back to see him, my eyebrows furrowed and my eyes fixed on him, thinking about what he might have forgotten. 

Instead, he said, "I wanted to say something to you last night, but I couldn't find the time". 

"You were looking breathtakingly beautiful yesterday. You know you're so beautiful. I don't know how I got you", he continued.

The furrows on my eyebrows smoothed out in an instant, my cheeks blushed, and my lips curled into a sweet smile. 

        In the evening, as the door unlocked, he walked in, and I smiled as he kissed me hello on the head while passing behind the sofa. But his gaze lingered, and he sensed the tiredness on my face. 

He sat down beside me, and I rested my head onto his chest, feeling the warmth of his body envelop me. His arm wrapped around my waist, and I slid his hand from my waist to my lower abdomen and placed my hand on his. 

I closed my eyes, hoping the gentle pressure would ease my cramps. He sensed that I wasn't feeling well. He kissed my head, wrapped a blanket around me, and with very light pressure, his hands moved in a circular motion from left to right, massaging my lower abdomen. 

After a while, he got up and fetched a heating pad, warming it up while reheating some chicken broth. He returned with a mug of steaming broth and the heating pad. 

I looked up at him, my eyes filled with gratitude, my lips curled into a sweet smile. 

He whispered, "anything for you, my lady!"