Mothering the Heartbreaker
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Notes: Hi all, got something new here. Its not slash. (insert all of your swooning, fainting, sweating, and screaming of disbelief here.) Don't worry, its still filled with lots of Shawny-Goodness! But I won't ruin it. Read on good readers.
"Stop mothering Bec, its just a little cold!" Shawn grumbled as his wife tried to get him to roll over so she could take his temperature.
"Shawn, stop being a baby. You know as well as I do that its more than a cold or Vince wouldn't have sent you home. No roll over so we can get this over with." She said sternly in the same voice she used on their son when he wouldn't listen.
"Becca please leave me alone, I just want to go to sleep!" Shawn moaned, pulling a pillow tightly over his head.
"Shawn, please stop being difficult. The sooner you let me do this, the sooner you can rest. Now stop acting like Cameron when he was two years old. He's seven and he behaves better than you are!" his wife exclaimed, exasperated.
Shawn groaned, cracked one eye open, and grumbled to himself as he rolled his achy body over.
"Fine." he muttered, looking blurrily at Rebecca through his exhausted, fever-glazed eyes. He allowed her to place the thermometer under his tongue reluctantly and let out a small sigh when she brushed away a few stray strands of his hair and lay a cool hand on his overly warm skin.
"I know its no fun being sick Honey but try to relax huh? Stop trying to bite my head off, I'm trying to help you." she said, stroking his fevered brow.
"Ok, I'm sorry Bec. I just hate being sick." Shawn mumbled as his wife removed the thermometer from his mouth.
"101.7 Shawn. Yes, now you can go to sleep." she whispered and helped Shawn roll back onto his stomach. He pulled the covers over his head with a muttered 'thank you' and curled into a ball beneith them.
"Do you need anything else Shawn? Water? A backrub?" she asked him, rubbing his back gently through the covers.
"No Bec, you said you would leave me alone!" he whined, his voice muffled by pillow and blankets.
"Ok, ok you're right. I'll leave you to sleep. Have a good rest." she whispered, patting his shoulder and getting up to leave. She was halfway to the door when she heard a pained moan from the bed.
"Becca." Shawn whined.
"What is it Shawn?" she asked softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside the lump that was her husband.
"I feel like I'm gonna throw up." he said, poking his head out from the blankets that he'd balled around himself. She sighed and disengaged her husband from the sheets and leading him into the bathroom.
He collapsed to his knees in front of the toilet and vomitted everything that he'd mangaged to eat that day. Becca held back his hair, rubbed his back, and whispered soothing words in his ear until he finished. She waited until he'd caught his breath, let him rinse the acidic taste from his mouth, wiped his mouth with a damp cloth, and led him back to bed.
"Better?" she whispered, tucking him in like she did for Cameron.
"Much, thank you Becca. I'm sorry I've been so sour." he apologized.
"I understand Honey. Now hush and go to sleep." Shawn nodded and turned on his side. He closed his eyes and felt his wife's hands on his back. She sang to him softly until his body started to feel heavy and sleep nearly took him.
"Thank you for putting up with me Rebecca, I know I'm not pleasant like this." he mumbled tiredly.
"Shhh its fine. Go to sleep." she urged.
"Kay." Shawn's eyes closed and he was out like a light.
"You might be a Baby when you're sick, but I wouldn't give you up for anything." Rebecca told Shawn's sleeping form. She kissed his hot forehead and smiled.
"I love you Heartbreaker."
End (or is it?)
Note: with enough review, there may be a continuation. Perhaps involving Hunter...