I walked into the dojo, exhausted. Lately, it seemed as if I had no energy. I dropped my heels and bag by the door and stood in the doorway for a moment, my hand tight on the frame. I was so tired and so nauseous.
"My love," came a soft voice at my side. Akisame came into view, his eyes concerned.
"I'm not feeling well," I said.
"My love, you haven't felt well for weeks," he said, lifting me gently into his arms. "Go to the doctor."
"I made an appointment," I said. "I see the doctor tomorrow. I was going to go to my apartment and clean, but I don't have the energy."
"My sweet angel," Akisame cooed, sitting in the main room with me in his lap. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No," I said, cuddling into him. "Just stay with me."
"Of course," he said, pressing and gentle kiss to my lips.
"I need to go home and clean," I sighed. "I just don't have the energy."
"Darling, may I ask you something?" he said.
"Anything, my love," I said.
"Would you move in?" he asked.
"You mean, live here?" I questioned.
"Yes," he said.
"Do you want me to?" I inquired.
"Of course," he said, caressing my cheek. "You practically live here anyway, why pay for an apartment that you barely use."
"I know," I sighed. "I just can't imagine moving my things in right now."
"We would all help," Akisame said. "The others would be delighted if you moved in as well."
"Okay," I said. "When would you like to do it?"
"This weekend would be fine," he said. "If you would like, I can go to your apartment while you're at work and pack things up."
"You don't have to," I said.
"I don't mind," he told me. "And with you feeling so bad, I would feel bad if you had so much to pack yourself."
"If you want," I said. Akisame smiled and cupped my cheek, kissing me tenderly.
"I love you," he sighed. I smiled at him.
"I love you, too," I replied.