Take Care Of Him Novels & Stories

"As soon as I round up with a few things. Once I leave make sure you take very good care of my niece. She's all I have as a family." "Noted." he retorts carelessly with no interest.

He answered and took off his shirt. I stood there, in shock, not knowing what to say to him. How could he talk to me in such way? I was so hurt but I managed to stay still. “What plans then do you have for the child? How do you intend to take care of him?” I questioned. “When the time comes, we will cross that bridge” He responded quickly and walked to the bathroom. Wait, what?

"Dad, is everything okay?" "That bastard is at it again" he hissed as he said that to no one in particular. "Alice..." He called my name as he turn to face me. "I will take my leave now. I'm not sure if I will be back today or tomorrow but whichever it's, you have to take good care of yourself, okay?" "Is everything okay?" I asked him again. "No, nothing is fine but Ken and I are handling it. Just focus on your health now, eat, and take your medications at the proper time, okay?" He said as he got up and kissed my forehead.

After causing him such unnecessary harm, the Johnson family would take care of him for the rest of his life. "It's not a big deal, and I'll help Becca settle it. You're an artist, so you should just take care of your own affairs. I'll tell Becca about your concerns, though." It was indeed touching that Jimmy cared for Becca so much. Albert raised a hand to pat Jimmy's shoulder and didn't say much more. "Go back to the ward. Grandpa is waiting for you." Jimmy didn't budge. "Albert, I think you don't quite know me."

“Don’t ever worry about me. It’s not your job.” “If it’s not my job, then whose is it?” “Mine.” “Well, I’d like it to be mine.” He stared at me for a while before he gave a slight shake of his head. “That’s not how it works, sweetheart. I take care of you—not the other way around.” “But I want to take care of you.” I wanted to rub his sore muscles when they ached. I wanted to make him soup when he was sick. I wanted to watch him grow old through the decades…and be there every step of the way.

Instead of removing it, he pulled me towards him, my back collided to his hard chest and for a moment my body stiffened. ‘Doctors are the ones who will treat him, not you. Zachary will receive the best medical care here, you have other responsibilities as well and you should give time to those as well’ his voice wasn’t above whisper, I shivered at the touch of his warm breath, but his words blow up my mind, and I poked my elbow on his abdomen. ‘Ouch!’ he wasn’t ready for it and his hand around my waist loosened and I took advantage of it.

“She left earlier and will return in the evening.” His gaze settled on me more carefully. “So I need you to take good care of yourself before I return. Okay?” I watched him quietly. “There’s food kept in the microwave,” he added. “You should eat your lunch and take your medication.” I closed the book and stood up. “You don’t need to worry about me,” I said gently. My voice sounded calmer than it had in a long time. “I can take care of myself.” Uncle J’s smile widened slightly.

“Don’t tell him you came.” “I won’t.” He stood, and put a few notes on the table, and paused. “He’s happy, you know. Properly. I haven’t seen him like this… maybe ever. Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it.” He pulled on his coat. “Just… take care of him. He’s better at taking apart other people’s worlds than protecting his own. He always has been. Someone has to look after the part of him he won’t.” “I will,” I said. “I promise.”

“So… he’s not—he’s not dying?” “No,” Caruso said, “Not dying. Not even close. He’ll need care. He’ll need us on him, and you’ll need to learn how to manage it but this doesn’t take him from you.” The air in my chest loosened, not all the way, but enough. Enough to breathe. Enough to keep from putting a bullet in the fucking sky for daring to scare me like this. I nodded, “You keep him stable. I don’t care if you have to hire a goddamn army of doctors, he gets the best. He gets more than the best.”

He looks at me for a long beat, then says, “You’re gonna take care of her, right? Her and those babies?” I meet his eyes. “Yes. I’m going to do everything I can to make her happy again.” He nods, and I walk out the door, determined to bring her home.