Your Love Is King
"Go back to sleep…" Charlie checked her reflection, glancing back at where Smithy lay curled up in the corner of the settee.
"I'm dying." Smithy scratched the stubble growing on his chin, blinking pathetically up at her.
"My poor baby," Charlie pouted, leaning forward, softly kissing his forehead. "You are warm."
"Dying…" Smithy wheezed again, pulling Charlie into his lap, hiding his face in her neck.
Charlie curled one arm around his neck, slowly and affectionately running her hand through his hair. "I have to go sweetheart…" She sighed, hating leaving him when he was ill. "I'll try and get back as soon as possible, see if Marilyn'll come in."
"Becca asleep?" Smithy yawned, shifting so his head was working its way down towards Charlie's cleavage.
Charlie chuckled softly and glanced down, "I'll take her to mums." She said, resting her head on his. "That way you can get some rest, there's some soup in the fridge if you get hungry, and I've made you some drinks up, there's a flask of coffee on the table." She pointed over at the coffee table, "A bottle of lucosade and there's some coke too." She kissed the top of his head. "Can you think of anything else you might want."
"Stay here…" Smithy frowned, both arms locking around Charlie's waist, feeling thoroughly sorry for himself.
"I can't, baby." She sighed, gently untangling herself from him, before helping him spread out on the settee, pulling the duvet over him. "Just close your eyes…" she knelt on the floor, lightly stroking his hair and cheek, her free hand holding one of his. "I'll be back before you know it…" She soothed, kissing his cheek, standing up as his grip eventually loosened and he started breathing heavily. "My poor boy…" She sighed, looking him over, before going upstairs to get Rebecca, gathering her bag before leaving the house.
"Nice of you to make an appearance." Gina was already stood behind the Front Desk, sorting a pile of paperwork as a member of the public left.
"Sorry Ma'am." Charlie squeezed her a tired smile, "Smithy's still not well, couldn't leave till he was settled. Had to take Rebecca to mum's." She smiled apologetically, releasing a relieved sigh as she finally sank into her chair.
Gina sighed and glanced around the room, before looking back at Charlie. "How is he?"
"Better than yesterday." She chuckled. "But still certain he's going to die." She stifled a yawn, coughing herself.
"And you?"
"Tired." Charlie admitted, resting a hand on her stomach, slowly rubbing the small bump. "I'll be alright, soon as he is."
Gina pursed her lips slightly and nodded. "Just take care."
"Ma'am." Charlie smiled at her, before turning back, switching her computer on.
"Dale?" Charlie called out softly as she opened the front door, walking through.
"In 'ere!" Smithy called back throatily, coughing.
Charlie smiled on hearing the soft music of the playstation firing back at her. "Go find daddy, sweetheart." Charlie lowered Rebecca to the floor, watching her toddle through, attempting not to laugh at Smithy's grunt as she landed in his lap, pulling on the keypad.
Smithy scowled as Charlie walked back through, having given in and handed Rebecca the keypad, cringing as the car he'd been 'driving' crashed into a wall. "You're back early."
"Told you I'd try to be." Charlie smiled and gently kissed his forehead, slumping into the chair beside them, watching Rebecca purposely crash into buildings. "You look better."
"Feel it." Smithy lifted Rebecca onto the floor, shifting over to the arm of Charlie's chair, "You look like shit."
"…Thanks."
He smirked and shrugged lightly. "Honest."
"You can be too honest y'know."
"We can't stay here all day…" Charlie whispered, dipping her head slightly as she stretched her hand out to Smithy's, closing her eyes as his hand dipped inside her top, gently stroking her swollen stomach.
"Can." Smithy turned his head, pressing soft kisses down the back of her neck. "I'm your sergeant; you gotta do as I say."
"At work." Charlie bit her lip gently, pushing her leg back through his, shuffling further back so he was completely wrapped around her. "Not here…"
"At work and here." He smirked, gently slapping her backside. "And whilst you've got my kid inside there." He nodded at her stomach. "You don't move."
Charlie shifted so she could roll on her other side to face him, pouting. "I can't do nothing." She scowled up at him. "I'll go mad."
"Go?"
"Piss off." She sulked, pushing her head into his chest, instantly melting as he ran his hand along her back, running his hand gently through her hair. She grinned to herself, shifting slightly so her hips were against his, pushing forward gently, batting her eyes up at him.
"Again?" He blinked. "Already?"
Charlie smirked and nodded, lightly kissing along his jaw. "Want you…" She whispered, slowly rocking her hips against his, as best she could with her extended stomach.
"I know women are meant to be rampant when they get up the duff, but ain't this pushing it?"
"No..." Charlie closed her eyes, and rolled onto her back, pulling him down with her, kissing him hungrily, scowling as Smithy backed off slightly.
"Don't wanna squash - Chaz!" He blinked, cut off as she grabbed hold of his collar, pulling her back down. "Down girl!" He smirked, batting her roaming hands down. "Lemme go!"
"No…" She whined softly, sliding one hand down his back to his bum, squeezing it gently.
"Oi." Smithy pulled back, sitting at the end of the bed. "I could arrest you for that."
Charlie scowled up at him from under her fringe, her arms folded across her chest.
Smithy rolled his eyes, grinned and crawled under the duvet. He kissed Charlie's knee and made his way slowly up her leg, just as the doorbell rang. "Bollocks," he muttered.
"Le-eave it…" Charlie whimpered through a fold of the duvet, tilting her head back against the pillows. "Ignore it…"
"Better see who it is."
"Oh but..." Charlie pouted. "But you, you can't."
He grinned at her as he left the room and padded his way downstairs.
"Bastard!" Charlie sat up, throwing a pillow after him, laying back against the cool sheets, pouting for all she was worth.
She all but jumped to her feet as a sound like a car backfiring was heard echoing through the house, causing her run down the stairs, "Smithy?" She called out, looking round for him. "Dale?" She turned, her whole expression body paling as she stared at the door, hurrying through, dropping to her knees beside Smithy's lifeless body.