Summary: He told her to wear something warmer but she did not listen. Not that she ever did.
Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing. Not even the computer I’m uandishi this on. All you’d get out of me is a weird DVD collection.
AN: It takes place in Munich and she is not single. Don’t ask me where her BF is, I neither know nor care :)


“Achoo.” Sounded from the kitanda for the thirty-seventh time since their return from the screening.
“Bless you.” Came for the thirty-seventh time this time from the door.

“Thanks.” She murmured as she grabbed another tissue from the box and blew her nose.

“Not to sound conceited au anything, “ she snorted at his words as he wheeled the trolley with her chajio, chakula cha jioni to the bed, “ but I do distinctly remember telling wewe that it wasn’t the best idea to wear that dress.”

“That’s exactly what I need right now, your smart-ass comments.”

“And a chicken noodle soup.” He took of the lid with a flourish and the air was instantly filled with the enticing aroma.

She perked up a little and propped herself on the mto while he put the bowl on a tray and put it in her lap.

He smirked as she sneezed again. He offered her the spoon but she didn’t take it since she was too preoccupied with her running nose.

“Should I feed you?”

She glared at him but then her expression softened and she nodded. He hid his surprise fast as he set down on the kitanda inayofuata to her. He scooped a spoon-full carefully and she opened her mouth in exaggerated anticipation.

“Is it good?” he asked as she swallowed.

“Great.” She beamed and opened her mouth for the inayofuata one. They didn’t speak again until the bowl was emptied.

“Do wewe feel better?”

“Yeah, it was great.”

“The lady in the jikoni alisema it was a family recipe. And she also sent some tea. She alisema it was good for the cold.”

She raised an eyebrow as he put the bowl and the tray back on the trolley and poured her a cup if tea.

“Another fan? au was she just unable to resist your charm?”

He shook his head with a resigned smile as he wheeled the trolley out of the room while she sipped the warm brew.

“She was a lovely older lady who could have been my mother. And she was zaidi concerned with your cold that my non-existent charms.” He alisema as he plopped down into an arm-chair kwa her bed.

She finished her chai and buried herself deeper into the blankets.

“Your charm is pretty existent. The hoards of screaming mashabiki we faced today are a breathing proof of it.” And she sneezed again.

“Serves wewe right. inayofuata time wewe will think twice before wearing such a tiny dress when it’s hardly above zero outside.”

“Don’t say wewe didn’t like the dress. I saw wewe staring at my legs.”

“I would think that your health is zaidi important then me admiring your legs.”

“No, its not.” She mumbled.

He heard it but decided to ignore her comment. Again.

“Are wewe OK? Do wewe need anything else?”

“Could wewe sing to me?” her request caught him off guard. He could have alisema no. If it were an alternative universe where he was an Australian rancher and she was a Canadian teacher and they have never met. But since it wasn’t he just sighed and asked.

“Any special requests?”

“Something yours.”

He made himself zaidi comfortable and started to hum his lullaby not taking his eyes off of her. When he was sure she was asleep he stood up to leave.

“Stay.” Came from the bundle of blankets she buried herself into. “Please.”

“You are a really demanding patient.” He scowled as he made his way to the other side of the king-sized bed.

“But wewe upendo me anyway.” And he did. It wasn’t the smartest thing he has ever done but when has the moyo ever listened to reason. “Love wewe too.” She breathed out and a few sekunde later her breath evened out.

“I know.” He whispered and then went to bathroom before stripping down to his underwear and crawling under the sheets. He settled down facing her and she turned and scooted closer to him as if in tafuta for something though there was still some space between them.

That’s why her relaxed doll-like face was the last thing he saw before closing his own eyes and letting sleep claim him. He only hoped she would be better tomorrow. Because he liked where he was right now too much for his own sanity.