"Bridget, you awake?" Brad asked one morning, a hand over his mouth when he heard a faint snort coming from the mouth of his girlfriend. "Apparently not. Guess I'll be getting breakfast on my own this morning." He added and I immediately cracked open my eyes to find him leaning over me.
"Did you say something?" I mumbled and he sniggered, unable to contain his laughter as I pushed myself up. "Hey, I'm not a morning person okay?" I grumbled, rubbing at my eyes and he chuckled, kissing the tip of my nose before he slipped from the bed. With his help, I staggered towards the bathroom first knowing that I wouldn't be able to concentrate on my breakfast until I relieved myself.
Once I finished with the toilet I washed my hands as Brad leaned against the sink, keeping a close eye on me. "I know you mean well, Brad but I can use the toilet without any help," I told him, my cheeks red and he sighed lightly patting my left shoulder when I lifted my head.
"Bridget, I know you're getting stronger but I just want to be sure you're alright. Besides I've seen every inch of you." Brad replied, giving me a tiny grin which I eventually echoed. With an arm around his shoulders, I allowed Brad to walk me back to the makeshift kitchen and once he had me settled into a desk chair of all things Brad walked away, returning to my side with two bottles of water and something covered in plastic wrap.
"What is that?" I asked once he set it down on the table and Brad snorted when I nudged the plastic, screwing up my nose.
"It's a cookie, Bridget, not a biological weapon. I thought it would make you feel better after everything." Brad explained, pushing it towards me, and after I picked it up he grinned at me. "Don't you like chocolate chip?"
"Yeah, I do I was...just thinking," I muttered, taking a bite and as I chewed I could feel Brad's eyes on me. Swallowing I looked up to find him giving me a faint smile. "I was thinking about everything you've done for me," I explained and Brad chuckled, leaning close enough to pat my shoulder.
"You looked pretty serious just now, Bridget but don't worry. I don't plan on going anywhere and neither do you...I hope so anyway." Brad answered and I nodded, raising my hand enough to rest it over his.
"I'm not going anywhere unless it's with you, Brad. I promise that." I answered after a pause and Brad smiled at me shifting close enough to brush his lips over mine. Seeing how red my cheeks were he chuckled softly his face moving close to the base of my neck and I tilted my head back, lightly brushing his lips over my throat. "Especially when you do things like that."
"Then I should keep doing that." Brad agreed, guiding me back onto the bed and as I smiled up at him he helped me out of my shirt. "You look better after that rest." He pointed out, giving me a tiny smile as I draped my arms around his neck.
"I feel better but my head still feels like it's in a fog. Not sure why." I answered and he just shrugged, kissing the tip of my nose. When his lips moved to mine I tightened my grip on his neck and Brad lifted his head, giving me a slow smile. A moment later I found myself lying on my back and Brad chuckled as my face started to take on a brilliant red as he leaned over me.
"How do you feel now?" Brad asked and I blinked at him, unable to form words once I realized that his hand had slipped under the blanket draped over my waist. "Better right?" He added when I closed my eyes, settling my head on the pillow close to me once I felt Brad tugging down my underpants.