Authors Note; I've been a way for a while I know. I have not forgotten about my other little fics on here at all. I do plan on updating them and finishing them. However while I've been away I managed to complete a fic that I put together on my whilst out and going about my daily business as I have had a few computer issues and have been unable to upload anything. So I hope you this one. I'll try to upload the updates as an when I can. *Fingers crossed* very frequently! Let me know what you think, please constructive tips etc. I have witnessed the comments of a rather harsh "guest" reviewer recently who's just been ruining it for everyone.
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It was nearing the end of October and everyone was beginning to get into the spirit of celebrating Halloween. Jackson and Aaron had been roped into help Chas decorate the pub in the usual Halloween Festive decor. Even Paddy hadn't managed to wiggle his way out of it. Bus at least they all received a meal at the end of there hard work. Aaron had been the one climbing up the ladder, attaching Halloween cobwebs from the light fixtures while Paddy focused on the table decorations and Jackson stuck window decorations up and carved the pumpkins. Aaron thought he had been given the harder work, reaching this way and that while the other two pottered around. Chas flittered around while they were at work, giving orders and irritating her son no end. He was happy when they were finally finished, ate their meal and were able to go home to bed. He felt too run down to keep a lid on things any longer if he heard his mother's shrill voice demanding he were "a little less heavy on the distribution of cobwebs" or "more up on the left a little."
Aaron had woken the next morning with a dull ache in his stomach. It had instantly put him in a bad mood. He didn't deal well with mornings in the first place, let alone waking up with a stomach and still trying to shake off the tiredness he still had clinging to him from working a full day at the garage and last nights extra work at the pub.
Jackson had been the one to wake him up from his sleep that morning, more rested than the younger man. He had begun by pressing light kisses along his neck to rouse him to the conscious world. It had done the trick, waking him up, but hadn't put the younger man in the mood he had hoped. He had thought it would be a pleasant way to be woken rather than the alternative which was their rude alarm clock. He thought his actions may have caused Aaron to smile at the least. Instead he was greeted with a low groan, as he buried his face into his pillow and curled in on himself slightly, not at all happy.
"What's up with you this morning?" Jackson asked a little put out by the response he received. He rubbed a hand up and down Aaron's bare back as the younger man moved to rub at his stomach.
"Got stomach ache." Aaron grunted. He hoped rubbing his stomach would help ease the ache that had settled in his abdomen over night, it was the first thing he could think of.
"What did you eat last night? It's not food poisoning is it?" Jackson questioned, forgetting they had both eaten Chas's home cooked meal the previous night. "I can't de al with vomit!" It was true, the mere mention of it made his skin crawl and his stomach churn.
"I had the same as you." Aaron sighed, grimacing. "And no, it's not food poisoning, I'm not going to be sick." It was going to take a lot more than that to make him vomit.
"That's alright then." Jackson said relieved that he didn't have the prospect of clearing up sick looming close. He didn't expect the sharp elbow connecting into his side.
" Are you well enough to go to work or do you want me to call Cain and tell him you can't make it in today?" The builder asked him, stretching out his muscles, preparing to flip back the covers and leave the cosy safety of their bed so he could start getting ready for work.
Aaron shook his head, rolled onto his back and rubbed his eyes, trying to ignore the ache. "No, I'm fine." He said while Jackson clambered out of bed, dressed only in a pair of red boxers.
"Sure? I can always get you a chic flick, tissues and a massive box of chocolate?" The builder teased, dodging the T.V remote that flew his way.
"I'm not a woman."
"Are you sure though? Stomach cramps? Mood swings?" Jackson rattled on, enjoying winding his partner up.
Aaron glared at him. "I'm going for a shower."
The younger man rolled out of bed. Jackson watched as Aaron rubbed his stomach slightly as he walked out of the room and across the hall into the bathroom. Jackson listened to the water running as he pulled on a pair of jeans and the rest of his work clothes. He hated seeing his boyfriend so down and uncomfortable. He hoped it was just a little stomach ache that would pass before lunch time that day.
They both had work that morning, so they went their separate ways after breakfast. Jackson had climbed into his van and drove off to a building site in robblesfield, a job he had landed himself for a few weeks which paid really good money, while Aaron walked down the road to the garage. His stomach still ached, even after a warm shower, using most of Jackson's relaxing shower gel up, and trying to at least get some toast inside of him. The ache made him lose his appetite already, usually he would be demolishing a large bowl of sugary cereal at the breakfast table, but not today. Jackson had told him that the ache would most probably disappear before lunch time, he hoped he was right. He was grateful that Jackson hadn't said anything to Paddy or Hazel. It was nothing to bother people with. However Paddy would have gone all mother Hen mode on him and then told his mum who would be just bad. It was stomach ache, women got them all the time and manage to de al with them.
However, it didn't seem to be getting any better like Jackson had thought it would. It got worse throughout the day, It was starting to effect his mood even more and he found himself snapping at people more and more as the day progressed along with the pain.
"Oi, talk to me with a little more respect, yeah?" Cain growled, sick of his nephews behaviour that day.
"Or what?" Aaron back fired.
"Aaron I don't think you want to go there." Cain warned, glaring the younger man down. It was at that point that Ryan stepped in, sensing things weren't going to end well with the moods they were in and he wasn't prepared to take shelter when rounds started to be fired between them.
"I don't think he meant that Cain." Ryan assured. He knew that if the younger man riled his Uncle up anymore than it would lead to him losing his job that day. Both of them could get wound up too easily, they were too much a like.
"Don't I?" Aaron snapped, the ache in his stomach still getting worse.
"You know what, just take the rest of the day off. Its not as if you're much use to us today." Cain ordered. He had noticed the lack of work that Aaron had achieved that day.
"Aaron glared at the older man.
". . . Fine."
He wasn't going to argue on that one. Ever since he had gotten into work he had wanted to go home. Aaron ditched his tools in the tool chest by the garage doors and marched down the forecourt, heading home. He still had his overalls on, not bothered that he left Ryan ad Cain to deal with the busy workload they had on that day. He wasn't going to admit to feeling horrible but he had been wishing all day to just lie down at home and curl up, easing his stomach ache. If he'd have asked his uncle if he could home because he wasn't feeling well, he would never of heard the end of it. Cain and Ryan would have ribbed him constantly about it, poor little Aaron.
As soon as he unlocked the door to Smithy Cottage, he trudged up the stairs, an arm wrapped protectively across his stomach as he hunched over slightly. He ditched his boots and overalls just inside of his bedroom door and crawled onto the bed. Not bothering to get beneath the covers, just grateful to be lying down and not hunched over a car. He curled up on top of the duvet, keeping his arm round his stomach.
"Aaron is that you?". He heard Paddy call up the stairs. "Aaron?"
"Leave me alone Paddy!" Aaron groaned, he thought nobody was home.
"What's wrong? Did you comeback for something?" Or has Cain sent you home?" Paddy began to question getting a little worried. He knew things had been running to smoothly. It was unusual to find Aaron home this time of the day when he was meant to be at work.
The older man began to climb the stairs, up towards Aaron's room, ignoring his order to leave home alone. He knocked on the door and walked in.
"Leave me alone Paddy!" Aaron grumbled, his back to the older man as he laid on the bed.
"Nothing's happened has it?" He asked, alarm bells ringing. He walked around the bed so he could get a better look at the younger man.
"No , nothing has happened. Can you leave me along please? I just want to sleep." The younger man asked.
"Are you feeling okay?"
"Paddy! Just go!" Aaron snapped, sick already of Paddy lurking around.
Paddy immediately raised his hands in mock surrender and began to edge his way out the bedroom. "Okay, okay. Now going, do shout if you need anything." Paddy told him as he left.
A couple of hours later a tired Jackson returned home from work. He ditched his dusty, muddy boots by the front door, knowing Hazel would kill him if he stepped another foot further into the house with them on. Just as he was about to make his way upstairs to get changed and showered, Paddy called to him as he rushed through from the living room into the kitchen.
"Alright Paddy?" Jackson greeted with a grin as the older vet weaved ungracefully round the kitchen table.
"Yeah, yeah. Just thought I would let you know that I don't think Aaron's feeling too good. He's asleep upstairs so you might not want to wake him." Paddy told him.
"Still?"
"Still? What do you mean?" Paddy questioned.
"He had stomach ache this morning." Jackson informed him. "I thought it would be better before this afternoon. He seemed alright this morning though."
"Apparently not."
"I'll go up and check on him."
Once up the stairs, he pushed open the first door on the right and walked over to the bed. He could see his boyfriend curled up on his side, sleeping soundly. Jackson carefully crawled into the bed and laid himself down beside Aaron, slotting himself against his back. He ran a hand down Aaron's face, loving the feel of his stubble against his skin, before sliding a hand round Aaron's waist, resting a hand on his stomach. He began to press kisses against the back of Aaron's neck, trying his perfect wake up strategy once again.
"Aaron, Aaron." Jackson called to him.
"Mmmmhm!" Aaron grumbled rousing from the depths of sleep, not aware of his surrounding a hundred percent.
"Aaron."
"What?" Aaron groaned beginning to stretch before deciding against it and curling further round his stomach as he was reminded of the ache.
"How are you feeling?" The builder asked, beginning to rub circles on his boyfriends stomach. "Paddy told me that you cam home early."
"Bad."
"Babe." Jackson sighed sympathetically, he lifted Aaron's shirt and continued to rub his stomach, skin on skin. "£Does that help?"
"Don't know." Aaron grumbled.
"Have you taken anything for it?"
"No."
"I think you should. It shouldn't last all day. I'll go get some painkillers for you." Jackson said. He pressed a kiss to Aaron's forehead as he scrambled off of the bed and left the room.