Take Care Of Him Novels & Stories

he responded and she turned around to look at him. “Don’t even try it, I am holding a spatula. A hot one I might add, be careful” she warned and went back to frying. That is how it has been for them for the past one week since he was discharged from the hospital. She has been taking good care of him and making sure his healing process is going fine, she even had to postpone her trip to L.A, so she can have enough time to take care of him. He asked that she treat him like she would treat a man she loved and that is what she was doing.

He replied, leaving his phone in his pocket. "Still, don't overwork yourself..." I shot him a glance that portrayed my confusion. Perhaps he was hit on the head on his way to the house. That would be the only explanation for the carrying attitude he came in here with. He'd never cared about things like this as long as I had food to eat and a roof over my head. He understood the look I gave him so he rearranged his posture. "I'm only concerned because of the old man. He needs as much care as he can get. If work will distract you, you better leave him for the maids."

'' he replied not wanting the same things to happen again. '' See, you are here telling me not to worry about his health and fall sick. But he doesn't even have someone to take care of him. We are his only family. How much he felt lonely at such time. and if I don't take care of him directly I may end up falling sick by overthinking.'' she replied making his father's mind clear that she won't give up on the idea of taking care of him. '' If that's what makes my princesses happy. And I would love to be at service. But before taking care of him you must take care of yourself too. Get ready and I will drop you at his house.'' he sa

“Mmm… that actually helps.” “See? Careful feeding is one of my many talents,” he said, smirking. She coughed lightly and tried to adjust herself. “Rest… I still have work…” He shook his head. “No work. Soup, meds, blankets. That’s the order. I’m not letting you collapse in London before I make sure you survive.” “Survive? You make it sound dramatic,” she said weakly. “You’re dramatic when you’re sick,” he countered, smiling softly. “I’m just being realistic.”

I began to argue, but he cut me off firmly. "You have nothing to do but to take care of yourself. I'll handle everything else. Now go, and make sure your phone is nearby because I'll be calling to check up on you. Don't drive me crazy, Rima" His words, though stern, were underscored by a warmth that made my heart flutter.

"You'll be discharged today and I'm certain you do not have anywhere to go, you can come with me, I am willing to have you in my care for as long as it takes you to bounce back on your feet." I couldn't hold back the drop of tear that escaped my eyes, rolling down my cheeks as he spoke so softly with so much concern. I couldn't comprehend how someone could be so kind. "Hey, c'mon, don't cry, you are aware that it's not good for your condition," he leaned forward, closing the gap between us, and pulled me into his arms. "You don't have to worry about the father, I'm here to take care of you both, whatever it takes," he stroked my back gently.

"Of all the things, you want to take care of your uncle's love life first? Don't you have more important things to accomplish? That's lame." "I figured that if someone will help him recover when I'm gone, he will get over it sooner. Besides, I don't want to leave him alone. You think it's lame because you don't have someone you care for." He didn't say anything for a few moments. I looked at him. He turned strangely serious all of the sudden as if I offended him or something. "Can you do that?" His eyes drifted to me and smirked. "Of course. I can do everything, can't I?"

"You will take care of yourself, physically and emotionally. You will eat well, sleep well, and train. You will not let your Alpha instincts override your well-being. If you need help, you will ask for it, whether it’s from me or someone else." His brows furrowed slightly, a flicker of something softer appearing in his gaze. "You care," he murmured, as if the realization was unexpected. I smirked. "Of course I do. You’re mine. And I take care of what’s mine." His breath hitched, but I could see that he was happy.

And I guess from time to time, I should treat him as one, soft, safe, and cared for. Who can blame him? When they took all his childhood from him.

I begged. “Get him into bed and cover him up. Whatever you do, do not leave him alone. If you are with him, he will get better. It would be better if he placed his Mark on you again, but it isn’t necessary at this moment. All you need to do is stay by his side and take care of him. Call me in a few hours if he hasn’t woken up.”