Sure thing.
March 19, 2010I’m in the bathtub and he’s wiping a cool washcloth on my slightly feverish skin. I only have boxers and a tank on. He’s wearing an apron. He ties my hair up with a toothbrush. I laugh but it ends with a cough and he urges me to sit still as he reaches under my top to wipe my back.
Me: I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.
Him: Hey it’s not like I haven’t seen you–
Me: Oh, hush! This is embarrassing. I’m not a kid.
Him: Yes, but you’re a princess. A sick princess. I have to take care of you.
Pause. He’s wiping my arm with the washcloth.
Me: You’re going to make your wife feel so loved one day.
Him: Yeah… I’m just sorry I couldn’t make her feel loved when we were still together.
Where the hell has the silent, brooding, BAMF old Brian gone?
Now he cooks me breakfast, takes care of me when I’m sick and he plays a sissy game like Cooking Mama with me.
I’m glad I found him again. For real this time <3
Previous Comments
how sweet… like drinking tanduay after the iced tea. le sigh.
Posted by ashleytannnn at March 27, 2010, 2:49 pm
ayee! you’re both so right for each other! same style and same temper ;p
Posted by Nicki:) at March 26, 2010, 1:04 pm