She cares

Jules winced as he came awake. His head thumped as well as his heart.
He couldn't remember the last time he had that much drink. He often kept lots of wines and liquors, but he barely drank any.
Until yesterday. The strong urge to take away the pains he had been feeling for the past two years had led him to the shelf where he often kept the liquors.
Jules snapped out of his thought and he turned as he heard a moan. Also, a slight pull on his hand. 
He stared at Janice, who curled in a fetal position. She placed a hand protectively over her bump whilst the other was used to braced her cheeks.
He watched her as she slept soundly. He couldn't help but admire the way her lips parted whilst snoring.
Moreover, he remembered everything that happened last night all too well.
But, he couldn't believe she would have come after him since everyone tends to leave him during days like that.
She hadn't thought of what he might do to her since she disobeyed him by going out despite his warning, in her condition.
Yet, he was happy she had come. He had often felt he had no one to rely on after Jane's death.
The woman he thought he would spend his life and eternity with. He had often fantasized about having little girls exactly like her as soon as he married because she was one of the beautiful women he had ever since. 
But, the fantasy vanished as soon as she died.
Jules shook his head as he recalled how heartbroken he had been the day he heard about the crash and the weeks that followed soon after.
No one knew what he was passing through because he was the kind of person that didn't like telling his emotions out to anyone.
Everyone often thought he was crazy whenever he disappeared on days like yesterday.
Although they hadn't judged him, Jeremy and his mother, he often saw the way they gaze at him weirdly.
He had told Janice just last night and she had handled him better than he would have thought.
His eyes flickered back to hers. Ge caressed her heart-shaped face as she turned towards him. Her lashes fluttered against her ruddy cheeks and she opened her eyes.
Despite the awful headache, he was feeling at the moment, he grinned as he gazed into her winter blue eyes.
Janice frowned as she stared at the smiling face of Jules. "My Lord, you seemed quite happy. I thought you should be battling with a hangover from last night."
"Are you alright? I don't understand the reason for your smile." She added and her frown deepened.
"Oh, darling!" Jules grinned, then winced. He sighed, rubbing his temple.
"I'll go get some aspirin and water for you."
"I'll do that myself," He said, halting her.
He nudged her back to the bed, placed a kiss on her lips before staggering to his feet.
Jules clutched the vanity as his head reeled. He groaned and muttered, "I feel like shit." Then, I stumbled towards the store where the medical supply was kept.
"Be careful," Janice said as she heard him groan.
Jules came back some minutes later with a clean glass of water in his hand. He slipped the pills he had popped into his mouth, before washing it down with water.
He walked towards the bed and plopped on it.
"I'm glad you are, okay. I thought something had happened to you yesterday when I didn't see you around the house."
"Thank you for coming to the Haven and I'm sorry for making you worried." He murmured.
Janice grinned. Jules had just apologized and thanked her. She couldn't remember the last time he had done both in the same sentence. 
He had told her several times she should be the one apologizing to him all the time, even if she hadn't done anything wrong.
It sounded silly and at the same time infuriating. 
He often made it look as if she owed him everything.
But now, he had broken his norms.
"Why are you laughing, Madame?" Jules asked, turning to face her.
"Did I amuse you so much last night?"
"Of course, not! I wasn't thinking about last night." Janice mumbled. "Rather, I was happy you had apologized for making me worried and appreciated my effort as well."
"Ha." He exclaimed. He did an eye roll, before shutting his eyes. "I'm tired. I feel I didn't get any ounce of sleep last night."
"You should rest," Janice stated. She brushed his hair out of his face, then kissed his cheeks.
"Stay with me," Jules mumbled.
His hand shot out to grip Janice's, halting her.
"I need to get breakfast ready before you come awake."
"Making breakfast isn't your duty. You should be in bed with me and not in the kitchen."
"I didn't see where that rule was stated in? Perhaps, you should point it out."
Jules shrugged, "You are a queen. The kitchen is strictly for the maids."
"I want to make something special for you," Janice argued, attempting to get out of his grasp.
"I appreciate that," Jules said. "But, you shouldn't be seen cooking. I can let you do the supervision only."
Janice glared at him. She knew he couldn't see her because his eyes were close, she didn't care.
She laid on the bed with him. At a point, her body began to heat up due to the warmth radiating off her body and Jules. Also, the cloth she donned didn't allow much air to penetrate her skin.
She groaned, shoving Jules' chest slightly to see if he would release his grip on her as he was holding her too tight.
Despite how hard she was shoving him, he didn't yield.
She stopped trying to leave his clutch. Her hand splayed on his chest and a smile lit up her face as she felt his steady heartbeat.
Her gaze trailed to his face, she noticed how peaceful he looked while asleep.
"I keep falling for you each day. I wonder if you would ever feel the same way." She mumbled.