comforting an adorably pathetic boyfriend with an upset tummy
Maybe he just ate way too much of something that disagreed with him... maybe the poor guy is lactose intolerant and just had to dig into some cheesecake. One slice would have had him regretting, but the three slices he ate already have him on the verge of tears when you find him looking up from his plate guiltily.
His cheeks are pink and he’s panting and gripping his tummy while looking at you, all sheepish and pleading for you to comfort him, to do something while the churning gets worse.
All you can do is help him back to bed and soothe him while he whines and his tummy gets all busy and puffy, pushing his t-shirt up and his waistband down...
Rubbing every inch of his belly as it keeps bloating up from the built up gas, calling him your poor baby, tutting and cooing to him about not doing this to himself again while he whimpers and says I know, I know, I’m sorry babe... encouraging him and calling him your good boy when he pushes out the gas that’s causing him to get so huge, despite how embarrassed he is to be doing it in front of you... and then helping him out of bed and waddle to the bathroom when what he ate wants out...
