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I was not sure if I made any sense to Justin, but looking at his face, I could tell he had a lot of questions brewing in his head. I jumped to another topic before he could ask questions about what I just said.
"Please get me some water, my head really hurts. And maybe some food too.” Justin had been cooking often these days probably out of sympathy for my down mood.
"Alright, I'll be right back" he stood up to get me some food from the kitchen, and some water. He set them at the dining table and invited me to come and eat. I dragged myself to the tablelike a zombie in training. The food smelled good and I smiled at Justin.
"What?" He asked, laughing because he knew what I was about to say.
"Oh, nothing. Just that you're really good at cooking. You should do it more often".
"Don't you dare! I am extra nice to you this time because you are sick. Once you're well, you're doing the cooking for a whole month!"
I laughed, almost choking on my food. He passed a glass of water to me.
"Thank you, you almost choked on your food and died.” The statement got him laughing.
"I will have my own place by then.” I stuck my tongue out to his face.
"Ohhhhh... Is that the excuse you’ll use?"
"Of course not Justin. Don’t mind me. I'm just kidding. Speaking of which, has your agent found me a place?" He was giving me the ‘I know what you're doing’ look.
"Oh my God. Come on now!" He knew what he needed to say next.
"Alright, fine. I'll cook for you again, satisfied?" Justin continued," What kind of asshole will that make me if I don’t cook for you when you are not feeling well?"
We paused for a moment, then I said, “I want pasta.” I tried to control my laughter, but I was getting nauseous again.
I got up from the dining table and rushed into the restroom. I stayed there throwing up for what seemed like a very long time. Justin was standing by the door watching me. He came in to be closer to me. He supported my body with his hands and helped me clean up.
"Was my food that bad?" He teased me as he led me back to the living room. I tried to control my laughter again.
"You're a clown. And yes, your food was that terrible. It always is! I do not know how you live with yourself.” I winked to Justin.
"You're a crazy woman. Wait till you get your own place. I bet you'll always come running back to have a taste of my terrible cooking. The agent already found you a place. I was going to go with you to check it out this weekend".
"Aww, thanks so much, my darling hubby!” I leaned towards him to give him a fake smooch.
"Get lost silly!" He pushed me off with a laugh.
He walked up to the dining table and packed up the leftover dishes and plates. I just laughed and relaxed on the sofa, feeling lighter and trying to fix my eyes on the TV screen.
Eventually I fell asleep on the sofa as I was too tired to go up to my bedroom or do anything else the rest of the evening.
The next morning, Justin woke me up. He had the shower already running, ready for me to jump in.
"Get up, go and shower. I already called work and informed them that you're not feeling well and I will be taking you to the hospital today. We got the day off."
I smiled and got up from the sofa. I woke up with a blanket over my body. Justin must have covered me up in the middle of the night. From what I can see, he had also slept in the living room to keep an eye on me. His own blanket was lying on the other sofa.
"Did you sleep on the sofa too?"
" Of course. What if you get nauseous in the middle of the night and start throwing up all over my living room? " I grabbed a garbage bin next to the couch before I lie down on this sofa.
"You didn’t think I could walk to the bathroom to throw up?"
"Don't argue with me Missy. Get into the shower. Let me go get you something to wear".
"Aww how sweet!"
