The Only One
Almost one year after my fic "Almost Perfect Summer". During spring break, Bee and Eric are playing soccer with their respective teams.
Eric had been back on the soccer field for just under a week. Bee watched with a smile on her face. It was almost time for them to go to lunch, and Eric's team was scrimmaging. Eric had gotten back to his game rather quickly. He made his first scrimmage goal since the injury. Eric put his hands above his head and spun around in pure ecstasy. The whistle blew and the guys ran to the sideline. Eric stumbled dizzily. Bee and the coach laughed at the same time.
Bee was still laughing when Eric came over to her, "I've never seen anyone look so dumb before!"
"Yeah, but I still turn you on," he gave her a seductive look.
"Of course," she replied to his comment, and then went on to her real purpose there, "I have a great night planned for us," it was Eric's birthday, "We'll have dinner, then go out to the club."
"Great," he replied, giving her a kiss.
Bridget had been of drinking age for less than a year, and she had not perfected how much she could drink. Overly zealous about her wonderful party plans, in true Bee fashion, she got sick right as they walked into the hotel room. Eric, being the perfect man he was, spent the last half hour of his birthday caring for Bee. He held her hair back as she got sick, then steered her to the bed and gave her a big glass of ice water. Eric got into bed and wrapped his arms around Bee just as her had in Pennsylvania nearly four years ago.
Bee opened one of her eyes slightly. She winced as the morning sun came in, and gave her an excruciating headache. Eric was not in bed. Bee groaned. Hearing this, Eric came into the room with Tylenol and water in hand. Bee sat up in bed and took them from him.
"You're the only one who would do this for me," she commented faintly, "You're the only one who would hold my hair back when I'm drunk and get sick. You still do things I don't expect after all these years."
"Its nothing," he took the glass away from her.
"You are the only man who always knows exactly what I need, and exactly what I mean to say."
"Its easy when I love you this much."
"You're the only man who knows how to handle me."
"You're such a great kisser," he countered.
"You know that I'd say the same for you. You are the only one for me."
Despite the fact that Bee had morning breath combined with alcohol and sick breath, Eric kissed her a long kiss. How could any guy be more perfect?