Chapter Twenty - Taking care of her

Brandon

I haven’t seen Skyla much the last couple of days because she has been writing. She said she was on a roll, but I think it is time she takes a break, even for a couple of hours. Staring at a screen typing, shut in one room, writing for hours on end can’t be good for you. I understand it is her job, but she needs to care of herself. I can imagine the crap she has been eating and drinking the last couple of days.

I am on my way to hers. She has no idea I am coming. I had made her a proper lunch, none of this processed, take-out food. I made it from scratch, so I know what is in it. I had made soup but also a chicken burrito bowl with fresh beg, rice and beans. It will be good for her and help with her concentration and energy.

I am not a complete asshole. I also have chocolate and ice cream for her, which she can have later. And lastly, I had some flowers for her to brighten her room up. She may be mad at me for showing up without warning, but I don’t care; someone needs to take care of her when she is in writer’s mode.

I know she is alone because Kelsey is at work, and then she is heading over to Justin’s place. It was Kelsey who told me she had barely seen her best her because she had been locked in her room. She also told me the front door was open and just to head in. I wish Skyla would lock the damn door when she is alone.

I find a parking space outside her building, grab everything and head inside. If she is mad at me, hopefully, it won’t last too long. I do knock on the front door loudly before walking in. I glance around, seeing if she has left the bedroom yet.

“SKYLA?” I call out.

I don’t hear anything back at first. I set everything down on the kitchen counter. After a moment, I hear footsteps coming towards me.

“Brandon? What the heck are you doing here?” she exclaims.

I look up and see her coming towards me. She is dressed in shorts and an oversized tee. Her hair is up in a messy bun, she has no make up on, and she looks tired.

“Hello to you, too,” I say.

“Sorry. A little warning would have been nice. I would rather you not see me like this,” she pouts, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Yes, well, tough. I am here. Someone needs to take care of you.” I reply firmly.

Skyla rolls her eyes, “I am a grown ass woman. I can take care of myself.” She protests.

“Locking yourself away for two days straight, not eating a proper meal and getting no fresh air isn’t taking care of yourself, baby girl.”

I stroll over to her, reach for her hips, and pull her close to me, “Aww, are you moody today, sweetness?” I tease.

“I am not moody,” she insists, glaring at me.

It would seem to me she is. It is probably the lack of sleep and too much caffeine.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

She opens her mouth to argue with me on it, but I don’t give her a chance. I press my lips to her, silencing her. She moans, her arms going around my neck. I felt her body relax the second I kissed her.

Skyla backs away from the kiss first, “I am a little moody, sorry. I am tired and, um, have cramps.” She blushes when she says the last part.

“Aww, I am sorry, angel. Can I get you anything?” I ask softly, stroking her face.

“It will pass but thank you.” She smiles, kissing my cheek.

“I have food, ice cream and chocolate if any of those help?” I question.

“Oh, ice cream! That always helps and cuddles.” She giggles, batting her lashes at me.

“I can give you cuddles,” I reply, “But first, I want you to eat a proper meal and take a break for a couple of hours.”

I may sound like an asshole giving orders, but I have her best interests at heart. I just want to take care of her.

“Okay, but I think I need a shower first.”

“You go shower, beautiful, and I will heat some soup up for you. Do you want some warm rolls with it?”

“Yes, please.” She grins, pecking my lips before heading off for her shower.

At least she has agreed to chill for a couple of hours.

***
Skyla and I were in her bed, with snacks, snuggling and watching movies. I had made up a hot water bottle for her stomach cramps.

Skyla kisses over my chest, “Thank you for taking care of me and not running off with my crankiness.”

She has snapped at me a couple of times, but I don’t mind.

I kiss the top of her head, “You are welcome, sweetness. Nah, I would run off because I know you don’t mean it.”

Skyla removes the hot water bottle, setting it aside, “It is cold now.”

“Do you want me to reheat it?” she shakes her head.

I slip my hand under her tee, gently rubbing her stomach. Skyla closes her eyes, “That feels nice.” She whispers.

I continue as we turn our attention back to the movie. I want to make her feel better. I will sit here, rubbing her stomach for the next hour if it would help.

“How is the book coming along, kitten?”

I realise I haven’t asked her, even though I have been here for a couple of hours.

“Good. I have written nearly twenty thousand words,” she answers brightly.

“Oh wow, that’s incredible. Well done, you, baby girl. You have been busy.” I gush proudly.

I think it is amazing what she does. It can’t be easy writing books. I couldn’t do it.

“Thank you. I have been inspired recently, some of which comes from you and us.” she sounds nervous when she speaks to me.

“Me?” I ask, surprised.

“Yes, I write steamy romance, babe. Obviously, I find inspiration in you for my male lead and not only in the steamy scenes.” Her cheeks turn bright red.

I can’t say I have ever been an inspiration for someone. It is flattering and makes me feel good because I must be doing something right if she can use our relationship to help with her writing.

I smirk, planting a kiss on her lips, “Mmm, I like I can inspire you, angel.”

“You do? You don’t think it is weird?” she giggles.

“No, not at all. Rather me than anyone else. Use me, kitten.” I wink.

Skyla flashes a sexy smile at me, “Oh, I already have and will continue to do so.”

“And I shall look forward to it,” I steal another kiss, “Does that mean you will let me read some?” she hasn’t allowed me to yet.

She snickers, shaking her head, “Hmm, I can maybe be talked into it.”

“I can be very convincing, as you know,” I say each word with confidence.

She playfully rolls her eyes at me and prods my nose, “Yes, usually, but my books are my babies, so you need to work harder when it comes to them.”

I believe she should know me well enough by now to know I always get what I want.

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll be on top form.”

Skyla laughs at me before snuggling in close again, and we watch the rest of the movie. One hand was on her stomach, and the other wrapped around her. She seems better than she was when I first arrived, so it is something.