Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing. Not even the computer I’m Schreiben this on. All you’d get out of me is a weird DVD collection.
AN: It takes place in Munich and she is not single. Don’t ask me where her BF is, I neither know nor care :)
“Achoo.” Sounded from the bett for the thirty-seventh time since their return from the screening.
“Bless you.” Came for the thirty-seventh time this time from the door.
“Thanks.” She murmured as she grabbed another tissue from the box and blew her nose.
“Not to sound conceited oder anything, “ she snorted at his words as he wheeled the trolley with her abendessen to the bed, “ but I do distinctly remember telling Du that it wasn’t the best idea to wear that dress.”
“That’s exactly what I need right now, your smart-ass comments.”
“And a chicken noodle soup.” He took of the lid with a flourish and the air was instantly filled with the enticing aroma.
She perked up a little and propped herself on the kissen while he put the bowl on a tray and put it in her lap.
He smirked as she sneezed again. He offered her the spoon but she didn’t take it since she was too preoccupied with her running nose.
“Should I feed you?”
She glared at him but then her expression softened and she nodded. He hid his surprise fast as he set down on the bett Weiter to her. He scooped a spoon-full carefully and she opened her mouth in exaggerated anticipation.
“Is it good?” he asked as she swallowed.
“Great.” She beamed and opened her mouth for the Weiter one. They didn’t speak again until the bowl was emptied.
“Do Du feel better?”
“Yeah, it was great.”
“The lady in the küche sagte it was a family recipe. And she also sent some tea. She sagte it was good for the cold.”
She raised an eyebrow as he put the bowl and the tray back on the trolley and poured her a cup if tea.
“Another fan? oder was she just unable to resist your charm?”
He shook his head with a resigned smile as he wheeled the trolley out of the room while she sipped the warm brew.
“She was a lovely older lady who could have been my mother. And she was Mehr concerned with your cold that my non-existent charms.” He sagte as he plopped down into an arm-chair Von her bed.
She finished her tee and buried herself deeper into the blankets.
“Your charm is pretty existent. The hoards of screaming Fans we faced today are a breathing proof of it.” And she sneezed again.
“Serves Du right. Weiter time Du will think twice before wearing such a tiny dress when it’s hardly above zero outside.”
“Don’t say Du didn’t like the dress. I saw Du staring at my legs.”
“I would think that your health is Mehr important then me admiring your legs.”
“No, its not.” She mumbled.
He heard it but decided to ignore her comment. Again.
“Are Du OK? Do Du need anything else?”
“Could Du sing to me?” her request caught him off guard. He could have sagte no. If it were an alternative universe where he was an Australian rancher and she was a Canadian teacher and they have never met. But since it wasn’t he just sighed and asked.
“Any special requests?”
“Something yours.”
He made himself Mehr comfortable and started to hum his lullaby not taking his eyes off of her. When he was sure she was asleep he stood up to leave.
“Stay.” Came from the bundle of blankets she buried herself into. “Please.”
“You are a really demanding patient.” He scowled as he made his way to the other side of the king-sized bed.
“But Du Liebe me anyway.” And he did. It wasn’t the smartest thing he has ever done but when has the herz ever listened to reason. “Love Du too.” She breathed out and a few Sekunden later her breath evened out.
“I know.” He whispered and then went to bathroom before stripping down to his underwear and crawling under the sheets. He settled down facing her and she turned and scooted closer to him as if in Suchen for something though there was still some Weltraum between them.
That’s why her relaxed doll-like face was the last thing he saw before closing his own eyes and letting sleep claim him. He only hoped she would be better tomorrow. Because he liked where he was right now too much for his own sanity.
