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