We went to lunch after the gym and I noticed he just picked at his food.
"Are you ok, baby?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm just really tired I think. Not much of an appetite."
"That's not like you. I can barely keep enough food in the house for you."
He pushed his plate away. "Tummy doesn't feel good."
Immediately I switched into action mode. Called for the check, piled into the car over his protests -"I can drive, baby, my feet still work!"- and started some ginger tea when we got home. I watched him to be sure he drank it.
"Hey, whose the Dom here?" he half joked as I rummaged through the medicine cabinet.
"You are. But tell me what you do when I'm sick."
"I cuddle you. Make sure you took your medicine. Shower you. Snuggle up in bed and make sure you slept and drank enough fluids." His voice was drained but there was nothing wrong with his mind.
"Ok," I said, leading him to the bathtub. "Let's do all that. Remember, it's all your ideas."
In a few minutes steam billowed up as I washed and rinsed him repeatedly. I stood up in the tub and he knelt so I could wash his hair. I gently guided the water over him while he clung to me, burying his face into my breasts as I whispered to him. It wasn't sexual. It was slow, comforting, soothing touches.
"Feel better, darling?"
"Yeah," he muttered against my skin. "Could you...hold me like this in bed?"
I kissed his forehead again.
"It would be my pleasure to do so."
He lifted his head and I saw his eyes. Tired, but completely naked. Searching my face, looking for something.
"Thank you for letting me be myself," I said softly. "I need to take care of you as much you do me."
The water shushed around our feet as I wrapped him in my arms again with more kisses.
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