It began with a cough.
Steven was worried that it was something serious. You thought differently. It was just a small cough; it will go away on its own.
“I really think we should take you to a doctor.” Steven fretted.
“Steven, It’s nothing,” you sighed fondly, “I’ll be the picture of health in no time.”
Steven hummed, unconvinced.
Two days later, you could hardly get up from the couch.
It wasn’t a dangerous disease or anything; just the regular flu. Though, of course, that didn’t stop Steven from stressing over it. He went into full nurse mode.
He did anything to make you feel comfortable.
He adjusted your pillows, making sure they were fluffy and good to use.
He frequently checked your temperature for any changes. He had an ice pack on your forehead to reduce the fever. He had a box full of tissues, ready to be used. He also cooked you some delicious vegan soup that he insisted would help.
You really loved this man.
Later, You both decided to spend the time watching some TV, and Steven wanted to cuddle. You protested.
“Steven, you’re going to end up sick if you’re too close”
“No, I won’t. In fact, I’ve never gotten sick before,” he stated boldly, “I’m made of steel.”
Obviously, you knew he was lying, but the thought of being in his arms was too tempting to resist.
Once you sat down on the couch, you watched as whatever confidence Steven had quickly vanished, and started fidgeting, not knowing what to do. You took the decision from him, and got closer to him. You took his hand, and leaned into him. You smiled when he turned to you, and he beamed linking your fingers together.
You were watching a documentary about ancient Egypt. Steven was completely engrossed in it, though the same couldn’t be said about you.
You were busy looking over him. Intently studying him; his wide brown eyes, the furrow of his eyebrows, his cute curls, the sweet smile that he gave you before concentrating on the tv again. He was beautiful.
When Steven told you about how everyone ignored him and never really bothered with him, you were stunned. How could anyone just overlook the sweetest, kindest, most genuine person there was. Whatever the case might be, you didn’t care about those ignorant people. Steven was now with you, and you were more than happy with that.
‘Their loss, my gain’, you thought to yourself.
You broke out of your thoughts, and pressed yourself closer to Steven. He wrapped an arm around you, and you could see a hint of red on his face, and suppressed a smile. You focused on the documentary again.
Few days later, Steven was coughing up his lungs on the couch.
“Never gotten sick, huh,” you teased, “Guess there's a first time for everything.”
Steven pouted at him, looking so adorable you wanted to kiss him until he was breathless. “Don’t make fun of me, I’m sick.”
He did look miserable, small coughs escaping now and again. You softened, cupping his cheek drawing circles with your thumb. He leaned into your hand, and you smiled at him affectionately.
“Don’t worry, Steven. I’ll take care of you.”