Reason #1 I love the end of the semester: Getting to sleep in while professors slowly realize that not even they want to be in class and decide to assign work and let us stay at home.
Reason #2: I get to wake up late.
Well, for me it's late. This morning I woke up at 9:45. I would be doing something, but right now I'm watching some random show on TV because I feel TERRIBLE. Not completely miserable, but bad enough to want to stay in bed all day.
Cat doesn't know yet. I got out of the shower about a half hour ago and she left a note in the kitchen saying she went to go TV shopping since the projector in the theater room died in the middle of 'The Vow'. Which surprised both of us because Tori said it was "so so sad" and that she cried the whole time and awhile afterward. And neither of us cried. Cat simply snuggled me and hugged me the whole time.
It is brutal, but I would definitely say go see it. Pretty good considering the sad premise of the whole thing.
Sorry, I got off topic. The TV died last Friday and Cat is shopping for a new one while I try to will myself to make soup and pick out a marathon to watch before Cat gets home.
I have no idea how she will react once I tell her I'm sick. She's never seen me sick. I've seen her sick, and she isn't very fun. No hugging on touching or anything. I slept in the guest room and took care of her and everything. She snapped at me a couple of times, but later she said that was only because her head hurt, and that she was sorry.
If I had to bet…she'll probably be like Mom. She might even call my mom to see what I like when I'm sick. Cat always does sweet stuff when I feel fine. Knowing her, she'll do everything in her power to get me better.
I just hope she doesn't set her 'No affection' rule on me. I'll take the kisses and hugs, thank you very much.
Ok…time to pick out soup.
…
WHOA!
I stumble back to bed and lie right back down.
Great. I'm getting worse. Now I feel dizzy.
I'm just going to stay right here until Cat comes back.
Good gravy I feel terrible.
I gingerly try to relax and concentrate on TV, but I end up just closing my eyes and hoping Cat comes soon.
What time is it I wonder, and where's my phone…
Just as I start to turn for my phone, I hear—
"Clink…clink. Plop plop plop…"
Cat's here.
YAY!
"Robbie?" She called out, sounding like she was in the living room. "I think you're here…you left the OJ out!"
Crap. My one escapade before lying here. I've barely even drunk my glass, which I brought in here.
I turn over, and ignore the world while it does a complete 180. I spot my phone and snatch it up before returning to my position, looking towards the TV.
"I'm in our room. Sorry about the OJ." –Robbie
I hear the sound of the refrigerator open right before the 'Ding Ding!' of her phone, saying she has a new message.
"Plop plop plop. Slam!"
Fridge is closed.
"Hey Robbie…how are you? Why'd you text me?" Cat asked softly, walking into the room and smiling at me once she saw me.
"I feel terrible baby. I really didn't want to call out." I explained, voice coming out weaker than I expected.
Her face quickly fell and she darted to my side. "It's ok…" She said softly, grabbing my hand. "What hurts?"
"Dizzy, stuffed up…that's really it. Just no energy." I said, as she ran her thumb over my hand.
"Oh. You stay here, I'm getting the thermometer." She said, smiling softly then pacing quickly to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.
Neither of us have really been in there since she moved in. Last time she was sick, it was our senior year at Hollywood Arts. We don't really get sick much, which I guess is good.
Yay! She got the one touch!
"Hold still." She dictated as she ran it over my head quickly.
Beep.
"99.4. Not too high. Hmph." She frowned, stalking back to the bathroom, not looking pleased. "It's just your head?" She called back to me. "Not stomach?"
"Uh uh. Just head." I called back.
Wait…
"And throat!" I said, just as she entered the room. She smirked, shook her head and turned back to the closet.
"What am I going to do with you?" She asked, coming back with a decongestant and tea bags.
"Hang me over the kitchen island? And why tea sweetie?" I asked.
"Sore throat. At least that's what it sounds like to me. Hang on, I'll make some." She smiled, looking ready to cry while heading out of the room.
"Ok…why are you about to cry sweetie?" I asked.
She stopped in the doorframe and crawled back onto the bed. "I…it hurts me to see you feeling bad. I just want my Robbie back." She sounded morose.
"I'm here…I just feel bad." I replied, as Cat plopped next to me, still looking on the verge of tears.
"But you aren't really you. This is you when you don't feel good. You want some food?"
"I'm not really hungry sweetie."
"Ok. Mind if I call your mom? She might know what is wrong."
"Sure."
"Ok. Love you." She said softly, kissing my cheek before getting up and heading out of the room.
I grabbed my phone and messaged back "Love you too. Sorry I'm no fun today."
I heard the sound of her phone going off and what must be the water pot at the same time.
"You're fine Robbie!" She called back, sounding like she was stifling a smile.
Good lord, daytime TV stinks. Ugh.
Quickly, Cat came back, holding a tea cup and balancing her phone between her head and ear.
"—just stuffed up, sore throat and a little headache…no, he hasn't mentioned ear pain." Cat said, presenting the tea to me and giving me a odd look.
"Ok…no we don't have that…ok! Sure. You know where we are. Ok…bye!" Cat replied, clicking off the call and putting it on the bedside table.
"Your mom has some medicine that might help. Apparently you caught something that's been going around. She said your dad felt like this last week, and that what she's bringing helped him."
"Sounds good. But now what?" I asked, reaching for my tea.
"Well, I'm going to lay right here and watch TV with you until she gets here."
"Sounds even better." I smiled, as she followed thru and turned the volume up a little while making herself comfy on me.
…
…
"All this stuff is boring." She frowned, changing the channel again.
"Uh huh. Right with ya sunshine."
"Movie?"
"Nah…do we have anything recorded?"
"I don't think so…I haven't been watching much TV. Ooh! Definitely, Maybe!"
She hurriedly clicked it on, and I quickly got immersed in it. This is one of my favorite movies, Romantic Comedy or not.
I didn't even notice when my mom walked in, 20 or so minutes in, carrying her purse. Cat pausing it and getting up caused me to notice.
"Hey mom." I smiled.
"Hey sweetheart…sorry you feel bad." Mom said, hugging Cat and moving to hug me, with a slight smile on her face.
"I'm ok. I'll be fine." I replied, as Cat dug in Mom's purse and came up with a yellow box.
"This it?" Cat asked.
"That's it." She replied. "You probably aren't hungry are you?"
I shook my head as Cat opened the pill bottle and got three yellow pills out.
"I didn't think so." Mom shook her head ruefully.
"What does he usually like when he starts to eat?" Cat asked as she went to the kitchen, presumably to get water for the pills.
"Well, he usually likes a baked potato." Mom smiled at me, ruffling my hair as an extra gesture.
"That actually sounds good. Not now, but later."
Cat quickly poked her head back inside. "Did I hear you right? A baked potato?" She asked, looking very confused.
"Uh huh." Mom smiled.
Cat finished entering the room and handed me the pills and water.
"You look sad, you ok sweetheart?" Mom asked Cat, as Cat frowned at me.
"I'm fine, just wish Robbie felt better." Cat sighed, as I downed pill number one.
"Wait, this is the first time you've seen him sick isn't it? He's usually really healthy."
Cat nodded.
Pill two is down.
"Oh, don't worry sweetheart. He always bounces back quickly." Mom said reassuringly, hugging Cat as a extra measure.
"Thanks Mrs. Shapiro." Cat smiled at her as I put the glass on the bedside table closest to me.
"Of course sweetheart. You're practically family after all. Just make sure his temp stays down, the doctor said—…" She stopped, looking at Cat's arm.
"…the doctor said…"
"What did the doctor say?" Cat asked, as mom grabbed Cat's hand and looked at—
Oh crap.
"OH MY GOSH!AAHHH!" Mom yelped, hugging Cat quickly as I cringed at her voice.
She saw the ring.
"What?" Cat asked, looking surprised.
"Your ring! You're getting MARRIED!"
"Oh, umm yeah…" Cat blushed quickly, stepping away as Mom dove to me and hugged me.
"Easy mom, don't want you getting sick too. And it's not gonna be anytime soon I don't think. Maybe a year or so."
"Ok…but it is happening?" She asked, grabbing Cat's arm again. However, Cat beat her to the punch and handed her the ring.
"It is."
"Oh wow…it's gorgeous! And great! Can I tell your father?"
"Go ahead, just keep it quiet for right now." I said, as I noticed Cat smiling from ear to ear almost.
"Where'd you get it?"
"I…I don't remember." I said quietly.
I did buy it…three years ago almost. Cat and I were still at HA.
Man, Hollywood Arts has come up a lot today I swear!
"Robbie…" Mom frowned.
"Sorry, Cat doesn't care, do you sunshine?"
Cat shook her head.
That's my girl.
"That doesn't matter anyway…you must have spent a pretty penny. This is beautiful!" Mom continued to gush.
"Uh huh. 3 grand."
"Shut up." Mom looked shocked.
"Yeah…and now I remember, I bought it at one of those specialty diamond stores down in the city."
"That doesn't matter. It's the thought and meaning that count." Cat said, frowning at me slightly.
I don't think she wanted that part mentioned.
"True…here, didn't mean to snatch it from you. My bad." Mom handed it back to Cat.
"No problem, I understand why!" Cat smiled softly. "What did the doctor say?"
"Doctor…oh yeah! Just check his temp often, if it gets near 101, call a doctor, I can get the name of the one I took your father too if you want."
"Sounds good." Cat said, moving to get the thermometer.
"Uh huh…Cat, can I see you before I go really quickly?" Mom asked, as Cat grabbed the thermometer.
"Sure!" Cat replied, smiling.
"I'll see you later on today, your father is going to want to come I guarantee it!" Mom smiled, kissing my cheek.
"Ok, bye mom. Love you!" I smiled, as she and Cat went out.
…
Hope mom isn't worried about anything. Probably about our surprise.
…
"Hey, I'm back, let's check that temp." Cat said briskly, grabbing the thermometer.
"What did Mom want?" I asked, keeping still.
"Just how happy she was about the ring stuff, that we looked cute today, and asked if I was pregnant actually."
Oh god.
"Mom…" I groan. "Sorry baby."
"It's ok." She giggled. "It's a good thing. She said I was gonna be a good mom. And she loved how I was treating you." She smiled at me. "99.7."
"No real change."
"But going up." She sighed, tossing it aside and grabbing the remote.
"She's right…you will be an awesome mom." I smiled at her.
"And you'll be a cool dad, I know it."
"Thanks…movie?"
"Sure, let me know when you want to eat. And this is fun."
"Fun? Not for me!" I protested, even though I think I know what she means.
"Oh Robbie…I meant that snuggling with you and watching a movie is fun. I wanna do it more. Not the sick part."
"Ok. I guess."
"Yay." She smiled, kissing me on the cheek for effect.
(A/N: Hi everyone! Hope you liked this chapter. School ended last week, and this story should be done in the next week or two. I would write more today…but I feel like Robbie today. I don't wanna do anymore other than watch TV. By the way, I have changed course for my next story, thanks to iCarly's 'iOpen A Restaurant' , "Is it too late for you to love me?' and…someone special. But the iCarly part really fast. I was truly planning on the Creddie story…until Freddie said that and…I think we all know where this will end up. And part of the fun in the Creddie story was the lack of interest to that point since iOMG. With that now gone…I'm going to attack another Cabbie story, titled tentatively right now 'Cabbie 2.0'. It's gonna be VERY different from this 4 part story, and not as long winded lol. I do have to quickly thank Miss or Ms. Terra, or on twitter ArianaArmy4evr. She is worth a follow, I forget her fanfiction handle, but I'm betting she'll review after this chapter…so keep your eyes open. I'll catch you guys later, I'm gonna collapse and watch old Zoey 101 episodes. Peace.)