Chapter 14: Best husband

Blake's POV

I Broke the speed limit. An enforcer tried to stop me but good thing Mason followed me home and he cut off the tailing police car.

I'll deal with that later.

I hazardously parked my car in front of my house and leave the car running. One of my security will park it for me. I don't have time.

My Cara needs me.

I bound the stairs in big leaps to reach our room. I barged inside our room and saw Cara lying down on our bed unconcious.

Oh my soul.

Charlie is standing beside Cara and greets me.

"What did the doctor say?" I murmured while gently sitting beside Cara on the bed.

I gently carress her face and hair while Charlie gave me the run down on what the doctor said.

"The doctor said that it is a combination of stress and early sign of flu. He prescribed some tablet for her fever and multivitamins since I told him that Miss Cara doesn't have enough sleep. He advised that she should rest for 3 to 5 days and she can comeback to work once her appetite comes back to normal."

"Thank you Charlie. Please serve all our meals at our room for now."

"Certainly Master Blake." Then he silently went out of the room.

"We are not even married for a month Amore and you are sick. I am failing miserably in taking care of you."

I sigh and change out of my suit.

Charlie served my dinner to my room as instructed. As I was eating I call James.

"What?" My bestfriend always answer my calls with tons of affection.

"Cara's sick." I muttered.

"Good Job Blake." See what I mean? James doesn't know the word comfort.

"I know okay. You don't need to remind me."

"Did you at least call a doctor to check her?"

"Of course! I am not that dumb." I replied defensively.

"How's she now? What did the doctor say?"

"She has a flu and stressed out."

"Of course she'll be stressed out. I am only talking to you on the phone and I am already feeling stressed. How much more living with you everyday?! Poor Cara."

I roll my eyes and starting to reconsider continuing this friendship.

"Don't tempt me James. I might come and live with you in your house. Or is this your roundabout way of inviting me to sleep in your house?"

"Fuck no. My security will kill you on site. That's a fucking promise."

"Whatever. Can you do me a favor?"

I remember my speeding ticket.

"For the right price." The smartass replied.

"It is not a favor James if you are asking for a payment."

"I know but I should ask for a payment already since all your favors are involving crimes and bails."

I gasp and said "Crimes and bails? What the? When?"

"Remember when you shop lifted a whole pack of hershey's kisses and Milk chocolate bar?"

"No! I simply forgot to pay for it because when I reached the cashier I already finish the whole thing!"

"Uhuh. Sure. What about the time that you call me when you almost got jailed because of assault? By the way I paid $1,000 for the damage you have caused."

"Not true! It's not my fault that the pizza delivery man fell on his bike when he saw me approaching him. I did not even touch him! I saved my 4 boxes of Pizza and accidentally hit him. He call that assault? Unfuckingbelievable."

James sigh on the other line. "What have you done this time?"

"Just a speeding ticket. I just want to reach my house faster so I ignore all the traffic rules."

"Understandable. Okay fine consider it done. Tell Cara to get well soon okay?"

"Okay thanks. Bye." James did not even respond he just end the call.

I shake my head and finish my food. I checked Cara's temperature ans she  still has a fever.

I got a basin with lukewarm water and several wash cloths. I start some TSB (Tepid Sponge Bath) to at least lower down her temperature.

The whole time Cara was unconcious. I got so nervous because she was not moving  that I regularly check her pulse and place a mirror under her nose to see if she is breathing.

After 30 minutes of continuous TSB her temperature lowered.

I took a nap but in the middle of the night I woke up because Cara shift. She suddenly sat up and vomited all over the bed.

"Don't mind the mess sweetheart." I soothe her as she throw all her guts out.

She slump on the bed from exhaustion.

I did not call the staff because it is in the middle of the night and I will take care of Cara. I am her husband and I am responsible for her wellbeing. Only a shitty husband will leave his wife alone while she is sick.

I grab another set of bedsheets from the supply closet downstairs. I prepare another basin to wipe Cara. I grab another set of clothes for her.

I remove the duvet with her vomit first. Thank God her vomit did not leak at all so the bedsheets are clean but I'll still change it.

I carefully remove Cara's soiled clothes including underwear. I clean her body then gently place another set of clothes on her. I swear I did not peek. Scouts honor even if I am not a boys scout.

I transfer her to the couch then hurriedly replace the beddings and duvets.

I lift her back to the bed and tuck her.

I ran down to the laundry area and starts to rinse first the duvet then put it inside the washing machine. Thank God for technology. I wrote a sticky note and inform the maid why I am doing laundry at 2 in the morning.

I sat beside Cara again on the bed and tuck her to my side when I saw her slightly shiver.

This will be a long week.

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Cara's POV

I woke up like I've been run over by a truck twice. My whole body was aching. My head is pounding. My stomach was bloated.

What happened? I only remember I am taking a bath.

I look to my left and saw Blake sitting up his head was slightly leaning on his right sleeping.

I tried to sit down without disturbing him but as soon as I move the duvet Blake immediately woke up.

"Are you okay? Are you in pain? Do you need to throw up again sweetheart?"

"N-o." I croaked. What happened to my voice?

"Water. You need water. Where is the water?" I heard Blake murmuring to himself.

He found the bottle of Evian on the coffee table beside him and opened it. He placed a straw and urge me to drink.

"Just little sips amore. We don't want to upset your stomach."

I did what he said. My sore throat was slightly soothe by the water.

Blake return the water at the coffee table then he grab a thermometer to check my temperature.

"Arms up please." I lift my arm slightly and he insert the device. After a minute a continuous beep was heard.

Blake hurriedly remove the thermometer and read my temperature .

"102.2 shit. Your fever is back." (39°C)

"I'll give you another sponge bath okay? Or do you want to eat first so you can take your medicine?"

"Ba-th." I croak.

Blake nodded then he immediately went to our bathroom to prepare my bath.

After a minute he came back. "Come on Sweetheart I'll carry you okay?" I nodded weekly.

He lifts me effortlessly. I know I am heavy so Blake lifting me without any effort is impressive.

He carefully walk towards the bathroom. I was shock that there is a new chair inside.

He placed me gently on the chair.

"I'll remove your clothes or you'll do it?"

I am appreciate that he ask for my consent first and gave me a choice. I know that he already change my clothes because I never wear a night dress. I wear shirt, shorts or tank top when I sleep.

"You do it. I don't mind." I replied shyly.

Blake nodded and gently remove my clothes one by one. Good thing I am already blushing due to my fever. Blake will not notice that my cheeks became redder.

After a few minutes I am bare in front of Blake. I am not shy. Like I said I accept my body a long time ago. I am just afraid that Blake will not like what he sees. After all I am squishy in all parts.

It is so cute to see Blake seriously testing the temperature of the water.

"Tell me sweetheart if it is too cold or hot okay?" I nodded.

He starts to spray my feet first. Once I nodded he proceeds to clean my whole body.

The whole time Blake was asking if I am alright or I am getting dizzy.

He wrap my body immediately once he was finish and he assists me again in wearing my clothes. For fuck sake he even apply lotion on my body.

Surprisingly he style my hair in a bun. Where did he learn to do that?

Once I am settled on the bed. He drag one bedside table that I just saw for the first time.

"So I ask the chef to prepare different type of soup because I am not sure what kind do you prefer."

In the end I chose the classic chicken noodle soup. Blake made sure that the soup is not hot before feeding it to me.

I did not finish the whole thing. I barely consume half of the serving.

Blake was visibly upset when I told him I am already full. The rest of my food Blake ate it. He said wasting food is a mortal sin.

"This is your medicine for your fever." He gave me the big ass tablet for me to swallow.

Why do these medicines so damn big? Can't they just fit all the remedies in one small pill? And why do they taste so bitter?

As soon as I ingested the tablet my stomach revolted and all my previously ingested food came out.

I look like the Merlion statue in Singapore but instead of throwing up water I throw up food. Gross.

I teared up while vomiting because my throat became more painful.

Blake immediately gently rub my back. He did not even care that I am throwing my guts out. He continues to coos comforting words.

I became more weaker after. Blake cleans everything. I continuously apologize but he just sush me and kiss my forehead.

"Don't worry about it okay? Let me take care of you sweetheart." He softly said.

He change everything from the beddings up to my clothes.

He tuck me in and he calls again his doctor.

"She's been throwing up since this early morning. She can't keep anything down. Her fever is still on its peak."

"Fine." He finally sigh.

He end the call and look at me.

"I am so sorry that you're not well Cara."

I can see tears glistening from his multicolored eyes.

I weakly lifts my hand to wipe his tears.

"Why are you crying?"

As soon as I wiped a tear another one falls from his eyes.

"Because you are sick. I should have taken care of you properly. Not even a month in this marriage and I already fail you."

My heart hurts seeing Blake sobbing and heartbroken.

"Listen to me Blake. Come on look at me."

He looks at me and his tears are still pouring out of his eyes.

I cup his face and gently carress his face. "You did not fail me Blake. You're the only one who care for me besides my mother. You're the best husband a woman could wish for. You are caring, loving, selfless and you give everything you have for the person that you care and love. I am so lucky that you chose me to become your wife. I swear every woman in this planet is jealous because you chose me. Understood?"

He nodded and proceeds to hug me tightly.

"You'll get sick too." I protested weakly.

"I don't care. I'd rather be sick than you." He replied.

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Blake's POV

After my breakdown in front of Cara the doctor came.

He tolds us that Cara needs an IV since she can't keep down anything. Cara doesn't want to be admitted. In her mind another person might need the hospital bed more than her who only has a flu.

We decided that it is much better for her to be on confined in our room. She is more comfortable. Good thing I know how to inject the medicines because I took care of my parents when they were still alive. The doctor prepared all the medicines that I will give and he wrote down the time.

"I'll come back everyday to see your progress Mrs. Bradford."

She thanks the doctor and Charlie guide the doctor out of our house.

I fuss on her IV line. It is important that it is properly flowing. I don't want her to be pricked again by another sets of needle.

Someone knock on our door and James entered.

He is wearing his suit. I look at my clock and it is 1pm.

"Hi Cara." He greets. He directly went on the other side of the bed and sit on Cara's side.

What the hell? He greets Cara and what about me? Did I suddenly became invisible?

He is even running his fingers through My CARA's hair. This bitch.

"I am okay. Still weak." Cara replied.

"I am so sorry honey." Honey? Since when?

"Do you want anything?" James fucking Rosen-Hower ask.

"Yes. To stop touching her." I replied for Cara.

James look up and grin. "Hey Blake didn't see you there."

I roll my eyes at him.

"Sweetheart like the doctor said you need to sleep okay? I am just going down for a little bit." Cara nodded weakly then she closes her eyes.

James stand up and I turn off the lights to let Cara sleep properly.

We went to my office and I slump on my couch. James sat down beside me.

"How are you holding up Blake?"

James asked.

"I am so tired. Got zero sleep since she is throwing up and her fever is still ongoing."

James pat my back and went out of the room. I close my eyes for a moment. I heard a squeaking sound and James was dragging a cart.

He place the cart in front of me. He transfer all the plates on the coffee table in front of me.

"Here. Giacomo cooked all your favorite food. Eat up. You need your energy to take care of Cara."

My eyes lit up. I can't decide what to eat first. I look up at James and his expression is as usual impassive as if he did not give me what I needed without asking me at all.

I stand up and hug James. I tried to kiss his cheek but I think he knows what I am doing so he push me immediately.

"Fucker my wife is the only one allowed to kiss me."

"You don't have a wife. Or even a girlfriend. I don't even know if you know how to get one." I retorted.

"Yet." I raised a brow.

So Cara is right. James set his eyes on someone. Poor girl.

"Don't hound the poor thing James. Give her space." I reminded him.

"What do you know about women Blake? You married your childhood crush for fuck sake. You did not even court her!"

"Hey she agreed. That is the most important part." I defended.

"Eat up or else I'll pack up the food." I scowl at him and proceeds to eat everything. He is right I need to build up my energy to take care of Cara.

"There are still extras on your fridge. Just update me on her condition. If Cara needs anything just call me. Oh your speeding ticket is erased from your record. One more thing." He hit the back of my head. "What the fuck Blake 100 miles per hour in a 50 miles limit road? Do that again and I'll personally put you in jail. Bye!"

"Bye and thank you." He roll his eyes at me.

I call Jane and told her I am not available and reschedule everything after a week. I told her to send important documents.

Cara slept throughout the day. I let her. The next day she ate 5 spoonfuls of soup only for lunch. At dinner the same soup and some saltine crackers.

She throws up again.

At this rate all the beddings available in my house will be used. I ask Charlie to purchase another set just in case.

On the 3rd day Team Caramel visited. They gave her balloons and flowers.

On the 5th day she became better. She can eat without throwing up. The doctor removed her IV. I am so exhausted. Juggling work and taking care of Cara depletes my energy.

While we are watching Netflix someone knocks on our room. Charlie hands me an envelope.

Curiously I opened the envelope and inside is the writing analysis that Rodriguez requested from the letter he recieved a few days ago.

"Well well well." Cara look at me briefly but return her attention on the show that we are watching. "It seems that the letter was written by none other than Rodriguez himself."

I saw Cara smirking at my side. This she devil is hands down amazing.

This coming monday will be interesting.

A/N thoughts?

Blakey is ughh.

*Me crying why am I still single?*