“I think you make an amazing lawyer.” He murmured, curling up in the sheets as Jackson kissed over him. Everytime the other boy touched him his soul settled more and more, like only his presence would be able to help him in any situation. Beck let’s Jackson pull him closer, smirking softly as his eyes fluttered shut. “The two best foods in the entire world, obviously. I think they could cure any illness.” He murmured softly, one hand coming to brush gently against his neck, fingers moving up to curl into his hair. He laughs, letting Jackson kiss him as much as he wanted to. “It’s your health, babe. I’ll just have to take care of you when you inevitably get sick.” He said, stretching out and interlacing their fingers. His hand rubbed over his stomach, shocked at just how full it felt despite his lack of keeping any food down the last few mornings. A thought nagged at the back of his head that caused him to start worrying, but he decided to put that off until Jackson went back to work. It wasn’t something he was prepared to deal with at all, anyways. “I love you.” He randomly stated, looking up and kissing his jaw softly. “So much.”
"Mmm...but it’s pretty useless at home,” he comments and cuddles Beck close to his chest and plays with his hair. “Alright, baby, then we’ll get those,” he assures. Jackson giggles and says, “I’ll be fine with that. A few days pent up in bed with you caring for me, sounds pretty damn good,” he says and tightens his arms around Beck before kissing him again for good measure. “I love you too baby, really hope you feel better soon. Never like you feeling less than well,” Jackson comments, running his fingers across Beck’s forehead.
